Page 10 of Danica's Revenge

“Luca,” Dante’s voice cuts through the moment.He puts his arm around me possessively.“You remember Danica?”He seems annoyed.

“Fratellone,” Luca says affectionately, dropping my hand and reaching over to kiss his brother.“I was just telling dear Danica here how lovely she looks.”He winks at Dante and I can hear him clench his knuckles beside me.Is he jealous?The thought pleases me.

“Yes, yes she does,” Dante says simply.He seems more stiff than usual, but that could just be the toy up his ass.I smile.

For a moment, there is an awkward silence as the brothers stare each other down.

There is a seven-year age difference between them, just like with me and my brothers, but Luca looks much younger than 35.It's that cheeky smile on his face, almost playful.

Perhaps Dante is a better brother to him than mine were to me.The bar is pretty low though.I was always the outsider; the twins always had each other.Inseparable since birth, born with an instant best friend.The golden boys, everything my dad wanted.A pair of athletic boys who excelled at everything they did—academics, sport, just life in general.

And then I came along, unplanned, inconvenient…female.My family had never had much money, but with a third child we had even less.I don’t know why everyone blamedmefor it.I never asked to be born.I always suspected my parents were different with the boys than they were with me.

Maybe it was just unfortunate that the boys had hit their teenage years when I was still so young, so vulnerable.Against two of them, what defense did I have?Wanna play hide-and-seek, Danica?

I force my wandering thoughts back to the present, to the Fera brothers.

“Where have you been?”Dante asks Luca, his arm still firmly around me, hand resting just above my ass.I feel like the perfect trophy and I can’t imagine any arm I would rather be wrapped in.Though…for just an instant…my mind indulges in the fantasy of having both Fera men.What it would feel like to have them on their knees before me.But as Luca rambles off shifty excuses—clearly lies—I instantly realize that the idea of it is way hotter than the reality would be.Luca can never compare to Dante.

Dante replies in rapid Italian, clearly not wanting me to hear.I don’t mind.It’s boring when they talk about the business.Dante generally does everything he can to try and keep me out of it.I’ve got enough on my plate, I don’t need the details.Besides, a large part of me never wants to actually want to hear the details.I know Dante has done bad things and probably will do many more—he literally shot a man in front of me when we first met.Still, it is hard to reconcile the image of that man with the beautiful sub who climbs into bed next to me every night, burying his head in my chest as I hold him tight.To me, he is just a lost little boy—a 6’5" lost little boy…but still.

Luca tries to get another word in but Dante cuts him off, silencing him with an assertive wave of his hand.“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.The auction is about to start.”

Luca nods, accepting his brother’s authority.

“Comedarling, there is a seat for you in the front.”Dante takes my hand and leads me away.Luca doesn’t say a thing, his charm now muted.A frown plays over his face.

When I look back over my shoulder, I can’t help but notice Luca is walking with a slight limp.I make a mental note to ask Dante about it later.For now, I obediently take my assigned seat right in front of the podium where Dante is about to auction off the various items we all know are just for show.

I grin mischievously as I pull the remote out of my cleavage.Time to have some fun, Don Fera…

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Chapter seven

Schooled

Islamthefrontdoor shut with more force than I'd planned.

It is way after midnight already.

“Jesus, Dante.What the hell?”Danica asks, trailing behind me because of the inconvenience of her heels.

I don’t look back.I just march up the stairs.I am relieved that the banquet is over, and even more relieved to finally take the butt plug out of my ass.Danica was selective with her remote usage, but still made my life very difficult all evening.

“Dante.Stop!”Danica demands as I reach our room.I freeze in my tracks.When she uses that tone, my body instantly remembers who it belongs to.

I don’t turn around.I just wait for her to catch up.I sigh.

Danica pushes me into the room and closes the door.“What’s this about?”She crosses her arms over her chest, a scowl on her face.“You’ve been moody the entire drive back.”

“It’s nothing,” I grumble, taking my cufflinks off and setting them on the dresser.

“Is this about Luca?”she asks, perceptive as always.

“No…” I reply unconvincingly, turning away from her again.It’s not about him, it’s not.But it is.

Danica laughs heartily, a sound so cruel to my ears right now.“You’re being a child, Dante.A jealous one at that.”

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