Page 4 of Stalking Ginevra

After lifting my visor, I pick up her lace panties, bring them to my nose, and inhale the heavenly scent of her pussy. My cock stirs, making me light-headed. The greedy bastard urges me to carry Ginevra away, confine her in my treehouse, and never let her see the light of day.

I shake off that thought. Our family is in turmoil, and I’m the only brother capable of taking control. Roman just got released from death row, and Cesare is still interrogating the assassin who came to murder us in our beds. We need to retrieve the assets Capello stole from Dad, handle the threat of the Galliano brothers, and deal with potential unrest within our ranks.

Then there’s the scholarships, the fraternity house, the bastards we’re tracking at the casino, and negotiating the cremators with the Salentino sisters…

There’s no time to reignite my obsession.

I slip the panties in my pocket for later perusal, gather Ginevra’s clothes in my arms, circle back to the closet, and lay them down by the door.

A soft groan has me whirling around to the source of the sound. Samson Capello spasms within a pool of blood, looking like he’s in the final throes of death.

He’s still alive. How the hell could I have missed that?

Because Ginevra Di Marco has always been a distraction. In a matter of days, she’s now become available, having lost her father and fiancé. And I won’t be able to clear my mind of her until she’s finally dead.

Heart pounding, I reach into my holster for my handgun. By now, she’ll have removed the ropes from around her head. I’ll shoot her between those beautiful gray eyes and end her hold on my psyche.

Footsteps approach from the direction of the stairs, accompanied by Cesare’s voice. Hackles rising, I turn around to find him walking into the room with a tiny blonde.

“What are you doing out of the triage truck?” I ask.

My brother pauses in the doorway, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m asking the questions,” I say.

“We’re here to finish Samson.”

My eyes narrow. I glance from my youngest sibling to his even younger companion, recognizing her as Seraphine, the woman whose abduction triggered this entire battle.

Our cousin Leroi called hours ago to tell us he’d located Samson, hiding right under our noses in a compound halfway down Alderney Hill. After Leroi killed Samson’s family, his right-hand man traded an innocent girl to spare him from Samson’s assassins. Based on the bullet lodged in his skull, I’d say his plan backfired.

Leroi must be in love. Why else would he waste such a good hacker?

Cesare tosses a doctor bag on the floor, narrowly missing Samson’s head, and crouches in the dying bastard’s pool of blood. Seraphine kneels beside him, trying to press her fingers into the gunshot wound on Samson’s stomach.

Grabbing her wrist, my brother lectures her on the importance of not contaminating a victim’s wound. I tune him out, retreat to the corner of the room, and wait for Cesare to complete his triage.

I trust my brother to give Samson a slow death. He’s the family torturer, and a genius at reviving victims over and over to prolong their agony. As a boy, he was so fixated with eviscerating that Mother and Dr. Brunelli thought he would become a serial killer. To put his urges to better use, they encouraged him to be a surgeon.

If Cesare discovers Ginevra in the closet, he’ll dissect her as punishment for leaving me for Samson—never mind that she’sthe daughter of the man who helped Capello steal our family’s assets from Dad.

An hour after sitting through the world’s most gruesome bullet removal surgery, Cesare drags Samson out of the room and down the stairs. Seraphine, whose hands and face are covered in blood, gives him a standing ovation, making me wonder if Leroi knows he’s fallen in love with a psychopath.

Shaking off that thought, I turn my attention to the closet. While my brother and his unhinged little friend were toying with Samson’s insides, Ginevra slipped her clothes through a chink in the door, as they’ve disappeared.

I slide the gun back into the holster. Killing Ginevra tonight would only give me a moment’s satisfaction. Keeping her alive and giving back all the pain she’s inflicted on me will be a sweet, drawn-out pleasure.

Besides, Roman has Capello’s daughter, Cesare has the assassin he’s slowly torturing, and Leroi has Seraphine. Why shouldn’t I have something too?

I hurry down the stairs, finding the mansion empty, save for Capello’s deceased guards. Outside, the first streams of sunlight seep through the evergreens, and I inhale a burst of juniper-scented air.

After ordering our men to clear the courtyard, I remove my bullet proof jacket and helmet, don a baseball cap and face mask, and drive a car to the front steps.

At some point, Ginevra will pluck up the courage to call an Uber, and I intend to be the man behind the wheel. Sitting in the driver’s seat, I wait for her to emerge.

Hours pass. Eventually, Ginevra pokes her head through the mansion’s double doors, the faint light coloring her auburn hair an iridescent shade of copper. The modest, green shift she wears hides her curves, making her look like the sweet girl who held my heart for twenty years.

She’s so shaken by tonight’s carnage and cock sucking that she fails to check her app.

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