Page 67 of Giovanni the Savage

“I’m not his slut!” I yell.

“So, how do you explain the pictures?”

“That was a work event. You know I had to attend it or else I’d blow my cover.”

“Well, you both looked too cozy for a work event.”

“What? Was I supposed to stand six feet away from him?” I sass.

“Someone will be six feet under if you don’t watch your tone when talking to me,” he bellows.

I instantly compose myself and focus on my main reason for calling.

“Where’s my brother?” I ask, trying to sound cool.

“Somewhere you’re not,” he chuckles, followed by another loud laughter.

Maybe I’m missing the joke.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“About time you asked.” I hear a lighter strike and hear him puffing out smoke.

“I’ve given you everything you asked for.” I’m trying to maintain a low tone, but it’s difficult with the anger and fear in my veins.

“Have you?” he asks.

I furrow my brows. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t act dumb, Luna. You’re smarter than that,” he chides. “The information you gave me is barely twenty grand.”

My heartbeat stills and sweat rolls down my back.

“What do you mean?”

“You barely gave any information, Luna. Because you were too busy getting fucked by your celebrity crush.”

“I gave you all the information I could find on him,” I counter.

“Notice how she didn’t deny the last part?” he asks, and the men burst out laughing again.

“Fucking whore,” he groans, and tears leak from my eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I deny.

“What you do with your pussy is none of my concern. What is my business, however, is that you’ve yet to provide the intel that would clear your father’s name.”

“But I've given you everything I found,” I assure him.

He scoffs. “Barely sufficient.”

I look at my window to see my curtains have been pulled short, and it’s only a matter of time before he finishes his meeting and comes looking for me.

“Are you trying to say that the territory boundary information wasn’t sufficient? Or the warehouse floor plan that your men vandalized wasn’t sufficient? What about the code I gave you for the door and the lease documents?” I ask. “All those weren’t sufficient?”

“Not even close,” he replies nonchalantly.

“God!” I scream, clutching my hair tight. “What exactly do you want, Victor?”

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