Page 75 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

She looked down and shrugged. “It’s just a scratch.”

“That’s not a fucking scratch.” It was a mark on her body that I didn’t put there.

I couldn’t stop staring at that small red slash. It was taunting me. Urging me to lunge forward and dig my fingers into it, to separate her flesh and make the mark mine.

“Careful Gio, I might start to think you actually care.”

My eyes snapped up to hers. “Turn around and put your hands on the hood.”

I’ll show her how much I fucking cared.

She opened her mouth as a “Yeah Baby,” came from somewhere above us.

We both looked up to see one of my father’s men was standing on the upper balcony watching us. Tony Valentina was a creep that lurked around the house. One time I caught him jerking off in the closet while the maid cleaned the kitchen. Needless to say, I wasn’t surprised to his gaze locked on Nova’s chest.

“You got a fucking problem Tony?”

“No.” He braced his arms on the railing and leaned over it. “But it looks like you do.”

“She is none of your business.”

“No offence, I’m just admiring the nice piece you have.”

This mother…

“That’s right, this is my piece.” I stepped in front of Nova to black his view. “You wanna try and take it from me?”

I’d shoot him in the head right fucking now if I had my gun on me.

“Um, excuse me.” Nova tapped me on the back. “Did you just refer to me as a piece?”

My neck snapped to the side, rolling my glare over my shoulder. “Was I talking to you?”

“No, you were talking about me, which grants me the right to interject my opinion.”

“No one wants your opinion.”

A snicker came from the balcony. “It doesn’t sound like she’s yours.”

Oh, I was going to kill this asshole.

“That’s because I’m not.”

Scratch that, I was going to kill her.

“Care to rephrase that? Or did you forget our deal?”

She scoffed out a snort. “That doesn’t make me your piece.”

Is that what she thought?

I spun around, grabbed her throat, and slammed her back against her truck so hard that her face contorted as a huff of air blew past her parted lips.

“You are my piece.”

Stepping in on her, I bent her back over the hood of her truck.

“You’re my piece of whatever the fuck I want you to be.”

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