Page 53 of His Vicious Desire

“What do you think?”The words are out before I can stop them.

Another lift of one wide shoulder.“I think you should stay the fuck out of the Outfit the way your mom wanted.The way your mother made Sandro promise.”

“I’m not in it, though.It’s not like?—”

“You know exactly what you involved in the hotel could mean.It means you’re involved.And you should stay the fuck away.”The words are cold.

Angry and hurt, I fire back at him.“What I do is none of your fucking business.”

“You’re the one who asked.Don’t ask if you’re not prepared to hear the answer.”

“You are such a fucker.”I only now realize we’re stopped, parked behind the hotel.

“That’s me.Run along, princess.I have someone waiting for me.She’s on the clock.”

Jealousy has me slamming out of the car and refusing to look back.I hope he gets the clap.

ChapterSixteen

Seven Months Later

Bianca

I’m late.I’m fucking late.This is what I get for staying up late last night reading when I should have gone to bed after the fourth chapter.

Out of my room, I’m desperately searching for my keys when the front door opens.I startle to find Sandro and Gaetano entering the suite.

“Hey,” Sandro nods at me.“I thought you had class.”

“I do.I’m late.Have you seen my keys?”I don’t dare do more than acknowledge Gaetano with a nod.

“Nope.Give me a minute, Gaetano.I left it in my office.”

“Are you trying to get men off wearing a dress that short?”Gaetano grits out the words.

I look down at the dress.What the hell is he talking about?It’s past my mid-thigh.“What I wear is my business.It’s not that short.And it’s a hundred fucking degrees outside.I’m going to be running around campus, and one of my classes has shitty a/c, so fuck you very much.”

“Seriously?I can’t leave you two alone for two minutes.And really, that’s a short dress, Bianca.Can’t you wear shorts underneath it or something?”Sandro is back carrying a thumb drive.

Hurt and angry he’s agreeing with Gaetano.“You two are the biggest hypocrites in this city.The last woman I saw you with, Sandro, I could tell how recent her bikini wax was, for fucks sake.”

Sandro rolls his eyes.“That’s an exaggeration.”

“No, it’s not.You know what, I don’t have time for this.I’m late.”I grab my backpack and head downstairs, opening up the app for a car service to come pick me up.

“Forget the app.I’ll drive you.”Gaetano sighs from beside me in the elevator.

Sandro shakes his head.“You can take my car.”

“Fuck you both.I’m not in the mood for either of you right now.I’ll get myself to school.”I’m so pissed I’m shaking, and I’m not sure why exactly.Anger has a hold of me and won’t let go.

The moment I walk out of the hotel, Gaetano is on me.“Quit being a brat.I’ll take you.”Gaetano growls at me.

“Fuck you,” I growl right back.“The driver is four minutes away.”

Before I can blink, I’m up over his shoulder as he walks me to his car.“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not spanking your ass the way I want.So you should be grateful for that.”He smacks my ass as I try to get off him.Opening the door to his SUV, he slings me on the seat like I’m a sack of potatoes.

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