Page 69 of Veil of Vengeance

CHAPTER 18

EMILIANO

?The door locks with a click, and I circle my arm around Valentina’s waist, effectively stopping her from running into the bathroom. Valentina wiggles in my hold, but I don’t budge.

“Stop trying to run from me,” I say. She glares, sinking her fingers into my arms.

“Let me go, asshole. I’m not running from anything,” she seethes. Picking her up, I throw her over my shoulder. One arm over the back of her thighs, I walk us to the bed as she wiggles around.

“Stop fucking moving.” I slap my other hand on her ass, and she lets out a low moan. When she sinks her nails into my back, it barely registers. She glares up at me once I drop her on the bed. I swear to God, it feels like all I do around this woman is get a hard-on.

“Now, tell me what got you so pissed?” My eyes narrow when she doesn’t respond, instead turning her head to the side to avoid looking at me. Stepping closer, I nudge her thighs open.

“Fuck off. I just don’t want to be near you. Is that so hard to comprehend because of your small brain?” Her tone oozes condescension. I slowly bend until my face is the same level as hers.

“I think we both know, ragazza mocciosa, that nothing about me is small.”

Her eyes widen before she scowls once more. As she goes to stand up, this time I let her.

The bathroom door slams shut behind me, and the sound of water fills the room. I sigh and run my hand through my hair before leaving my room, heading to my office. My phone rings before I even manage to sit in my chair.

“Folonari, I hope your little brother got the message to not step foot on our fucking streets again.” Fucking Damian.

“And I’m guessing you fuckers are calling to ask for forgiveness for attacking my brother.”

He barks out a humorless laugh.

“You Italians are always full of so much shit that you can’t even see past it,” he spits, his thick Slavic accent coming out.

“You know, I just might tell the Russians to wipe the fucking floors with you smug Czech fucks,” I say, and I can hear some shouting, but it isn’t English.

“Listen, Folonari, keep your little circus on your streets and they’ll stay alive.” The fucker hangs up. Instead of smashing my phone like I want to, I text Romiro.

Eli

Burn one of Czech’s warehouses. I want it gone before tomorrow.

Rom

Have you gone insane???? I thought that we agreed to sit with the elders to talk about what their consequences are for attacking Lucio?

Eli

Just fucking do it!

Rom

Whatever, asshole

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I pocket my phone, when a knock sounds at my door. I rub a hand down my face. I can’t catch a fucking break, can I?

“Come in,” I call out. The door swings open and fucking Ginevra comes strutting in. She stops at the edge of my desk with a coy smile. “The fuck do you want, Ginevra?” I ignore her lifting the screen of my computer. Ginevra moves around my desk, coming to stand next to me, while I continue to stare at my loading computer screen.

“I saw that you’d left soon after you’d dropped off the Outfit’s whor-” She doesn’t get the rest of her sentence out, because I get up and grip her neck so hard that I probably cut off her circulation. But I don’t let up even as her face reddens.

“Don’t fucking call her a whore. I hear another word out of your fucking mouth about her, and I’ll cleave your tongue right out of your mouth.” I let her neck go, and she drops to the ground, gasping and coughing. As I turn back around and sit behind my desk, I can hear her inhaling sharply and coughing some more. “Now get the fuck out before I cut you limb by fucking limb.”

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