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Great, now I have this bitch to deal with.

“Did you come to check out the competition?”

“You think you’re competition?” Her mouth twisted in a mocking frown. “Bless your heart.”

She did not just say that.

“You are not competition honey.” I couldn’t help but cock a brow at the way she rolled her eyes over me. “You’re a passing fling that Gio will get bored of.”

Alright, I guess we were doing this. “If I’m a passing fling, and he’s going to marry me, then what were you? Oh, wait, you’re the whore who’s cheating on her husband. Does he know about your little obsession.”

“How dare you.” She scoffed, all insulted. “I am not obsessed.”

“I think you are.” Did she not understand the definition of obsession? Because I was pretty sure eye fucking another man while sitting next to your husband classified as obsessed.

“Who do you think you are?” She took a few forceful steps closer. “You’re just a little girl pretending to be a woman.”

“And Gio is a little boy pretending to be a man.” She’d have to come up with something better than that.

“You don’t know anything about him.”

“And you do?” I shot back.

I’m sure she knew how well-endowed he was, which for some reason pissed me off, but she was highly overestimating their relationship.

“Of course I do.” She slapped her hand on her chest and said, “I, am the woman he’s loved for four years.”

Hold on. Did she just say four years? Gio was only eighteen.

“You started sleeping with him when he was fourteen?”

This sick bitch.

“So what?” Her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I made him a man.”

“No, there’s a word for that. It’s called grooming.”

No wonder Gio didn’t want Darry to know. How do you tell someone their mother’s a pedophile? Was that why Gio was the way that he was? Did she fuck him up?

“You’ll never understand our love.”

Well, she got that right.

“Gio is mine.” She jabbed her finger into my chest. “And I’ll be damned if I let a piece of trailer trash like you take him away.”

I looked down at her finger then smiled up at her. “You’re right, I am trailer trash.”

That’s when my trailer trash fist slammed right into her pretty little face.

GIOVANNI

“Good choice, Caesar,” Aldo gave my father a playful tap on the cheek. “Giovanni will have fun with that one.”

Fucking prick was practically salivating when I spanked her.

“She is… how do you say…” His fingers touched his thumb as Aldo shook his hand and tried to think of the English phrase he was seeking. “Spirited? No. Stubborn, that is the word.”

I had a word for him, avunculicide. The act of killing one’s uncle.

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