Page 61 of Sinful Lies

Angelo. Was. Having. Sex. With. Luciana. Lazzio.

His uncle’s wife. In his office.

I wasn’t able to believe it.

Lazzio’s face twisted into a scowl. “Miss Whitenhouse, get out!”

“Get out?” I echoed, mockingly. “Oh, no, I think I’ll stay. This is way more entertaining than anything I had planned for the night.”

It truly had been.

I almost wanted to get on my knees and thank God above for making me witness this. Finally, I had discovered one of Lazzio’s little secrets, and breached that thick, impenetrable facade of his.

A tiny baby step closer to my goal.

And it felt fucking good.

The anger was still written across his face, but there was something darker, more dangerous brewing behind his eyes.

“You better get the fuck out of my office,now,” he’d growled.

My brows shot up.

I had never seen him this angry. I guess I really struck a nerve this time.

I snorted and turned on my heel, striding out of his office.

As I made my way to mine, the image of his frantic scramble still burned in my mind.

For some reason, I had a feeling it was just the beginning.

And boy, had I been right.

For the next few years, I’d kept a close eye on Angelo Lazzio’s little secret.

He had a kink, but not just any run-of-the-mill kink like roleplay or BDSM.

No, Angelo Lazzio had a thing for married women.

Specifically, women married to men he couldn’t stand.

That was his thing.

If he hated someone, I could assure you, he’d be fucking their wife that same night—and the guy would never have a clue.

But fucking Luciana? Even he must have known that was off-limits.

The Lazzio legacy was all about loyalty, family, and keeping the bloodlines untarnished.

This? This had been a betrayal of the highest order.

His uncle would never stand for it—not when it meant his own nephew had dishonored the family’s sacred rule.

Lazzio had just handed his uncle a weapon, a reason for vengeance.

If the old man wanted it, he could demand his nephew’s head on a platter.

I knew Angelo knew that too.

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