Page 81 of Savage King

I exhale through my nose, and my blood runs cold like it always does when fury threatens to consume me. If Edoardo made a deal with the Venezuelans, that means he’s selling us out. And I just became his biggest fucking problem.

"I'll get on top of it. I have a meeting set up with Matías in a few days," Marcello promises. "If he has any dealings with Edoardo, I'll find out."

I'm finally feelinglike myself again. After a long shower with my brand-new shower gel, shampoo, and the most exquisite conditioner I've ever used, I dried my hair with a fancy Dyson—a long-coveted dryer—and styled it with all the new serums and leave-in conditioners a heart could possibly desire. Then, it was time to answer the all-important question: Which face cream should I try first?

I felt like the most pampered woman in history after I carefully applied my makeup and organized all my new toiletries inside the plethora of cabinets and drawers. They're still not full, but I have no idea what I could possibly add.

Now it's time to pick an outfit. I want to look my best when Antonio comes home.Comes home. That thought makes me hum a melody as I pick through all the new clothes. I decide on ablack pencil skirt, elegant and timeless, and a silky golden blouse that highlights my brushed and curled hair.

Six-inch black and gold heels with red soles complete my look. As I stare into the three-way mirror, I hardly recognize myself. I would never have imagined that designer clothes would make such a difference, especially since I hadn't exactly bought Target clothing before. But the difference stares right back at me. I have no doubt that I could get used to this kind of life. None.

And then there's Antonio. Just the thought of him makes my heart flutter, and my pussy weeps from missing him. I close my eyes and remember his hands on me. His lips. A pulse strikes up between my legs. Familiar and achy. Aching forhim.

As if on cue, I hear the front door open, and I step off the podium, excited to see him.

"What the fuck!" I hear his voice yell a few seconds later, and I teeter indecisively on the middle of the stairs.

"Why am I fucking hearing this on the news?" Antonio continues to yell.

I summon my courage and make it all the way down. I hear a few mumbled apologies and follow the sound of it and a TV until I reach Antonio's office. The door is open, and I enter.

There he stands, in all his glory. His expression is furious. His green eyes spit fire and brimstone, and my heart flutters so hard, I have to press my hand against it, fearing it might jump out.

Antonio always strikes an imposing figure, but I haven't seen him this angry before. The tendons on his neck stand out so hard that they force him to loosen his tie. His jacket lies discarded on one of the leather chairs, and his sleeves are rolled up, giving mea full view of the thick, roped muscles on his forearm as they flex in agitation.

Oh my.

Thoughtful, attentive Antonio usually makes my pussy wet, but this? This is hot. As in HOT! Fuck me, I'm toast, because I can feel my juices dripping. Who would have thought that an enraged man could do that to me?

"I'm sorry, boss, we—" Vito doesn't get to finish as Antonio points to the TV.

"This is NOT how I get my information," He yells.

I can't take my eyes off the man; they're glued to him, just like my feet are to the spot.

"We've been watching him, boss, this—" Igio tries.

"…is not how I get my fucking information," Antonio interrupts mercilessly.

I should care what has him so enraged, but I'm still too fascinated with the sheer manly power emanating from him to turn my head.

Both Vito and Igio are muscular men with a similar aura of power to Antonio, but right now, they seem diminished. And for some sick reason, that makes me even hornier. I've always wondered what the term alpha male really meant; now I know, and boy, is it a turn-on.

"… Judge Lambert…" and just like that, the mention of my father's name has me whipping my head. When I see the headline underneath the footage of the justice building, I let out a gasp.

Judge Lambert sequesters jury.

I'm not sure what about this has Antonio so livid, but I'm not used to seeing my father's face plastered over the news.

"Scarlet," Antonio calls out in surprise.

The other two men turn around. The look of relief on their faces nearly makes me giggle. But the throbbing in my clit stops it.

"Go, get me the fucking names. Now!" Antonio's voice is cold as ice.

"Yes, boss," Vito and Igio mumble, not meeting my eyes when they leave the room.

"God help me," Antonio mutters, pulling on his tie.

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