Page 23 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

“I like claws.”

“So does Luca.”

Our older brother always keeps his lifeprivate. If he has a woman, he meets her in secret, and keeps the relationshipunder lock and key. It’s only through throw-away comments that I suspect thekind of sex he seeks out isn’t vanilla.

“He wants to fuck her?”

“Yes.” Antonio’s tone carries a hint ofdisapproval, and I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, considering.

“And you? Do you want to fuck her?”

“She’s practically half my age.”

“And half your size.”

He snorts. “The little girls always like thebig boys.”

Ain’t that the truth. “What about the big boy,Antonio? You thought about what it would be like to declaw the cat.”

“She’s not a bad person,” he says, his tonegentling. “If you were locked in a room, and forced to your knees, you’d haveclaws, too.”

“Mmmmm… you likeher.”

“Idiota.”

“Hey. I know what I see with my own eyes.”

“It sounds likeyoulike her.”

“And I’m not fucking denying it. If I couldbend her over the table and fuck her until she screams, I would in a heartbeat,claws and all.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

He makes an interesting point. What’s stoppingme? “She’s innocent,” I say. “Her father will value her more this way. If wetake that…” Why the hell am I talking myself out of this?

“How would he know?”

That’s a very good point. “She’d lose the firein her eyes, Antonio. You know the dead expression hookers have. You can’t hidethat. And anyway, what the fuck is your game?”

He laughs and sips a drink, making a slurpingnoise in my ear.

“Because listening to you get excited aboutpussy like a thirteen-year-old is brightening up my shitty day. That’s why.”

“Like you haven’t thought about it, asshole.When she was wearing that lace dress that showed everything, you’re telling meyou didn’t think about it?”

“I’m not dead.”

So I was right. “You think Carlo will come?”

“There are still people who might lean on himif he’s reluctant. His brother is still linked to the Mesinas. This won’t lookgood for him.”

“When I get my hands on him,” I say, grippingthe steering wheel like I’m throttling his stupid fucking neck.

“Join the queue. There won’t be a piece of himleft that’s big enough to interest a rat.”

“Would you do it? Come back to die?”

“For my nonexistent virgin daughter?”

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