Page 65 of Savage Enemy

Everything about him was a part of me. I could never forget the darkness in his eyes, the perfect symmetry of his broad shoulders, the fullness of his lips, or his confident swagger.

Stefano.

With her.

Literally with her.

Benedetta wore the kind of dress women chose to announce an engagement—I couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it either.

What had Stefano done?

Had he allowed so much as a drop of blood to dry after my family took me? How long had he waited after the limo drove away with me inside before deciding to marry her again?

And where. The fuck. Was. My. Son?

My eyes filled with hot, angry tears.

My heart thrashed wildly.

No. Hell no. Stefano would not get to see me cry.

In fact, I didn’t want him to see me at all.

I grabbed Santo’s arm to maintain my balance while reaching down to slip off my stilettos beneath my dress. Then I shoved the shoes against my brother’s chest.

“I need to use the ladies’ room.”

“You know I can’t let you out of my sight,” he muttered.

“Take my fucking shoes. How far can I get without them?”

“Yeah, no. Probably a lot farther without them.”

I didn’t wait for Santo to say anything else.

Stefano was getting too close.

He pushed through the crowd, his eyes locked on me.

I let go of the shoes and ran for the closest door.

I had to get out of there.

CHAPTER 13

STEFANO

I spotted her from a distance on the Moscatelli thug’s arm.

Valerie. Valentina.

Whatever her name was, it didn’t matter to me. Val could use any name she wanted. I just wanted to call her mine.

She looked stunning in a sparkling red gown. Even the pearl and ruby choker at her neck, as impressive as it appeared to be, paled in comparison to her beauty.

The only way she could’ve been more beautiful might have been if her dress lay on the floor by my bed while she rode my cock in that red lipstick and the diamonds I’d bought her.

Benedetta nudged me with her elbow.

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