Page 135 of Niccolo

Sofia was hot as hell.

My brothers probably wouldn’t have thought so…

But those glasses?

The tight pencil skirt?

The silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage?

Like the sexy librarian of my dreams.

Her mind, though, was even sexier.

The repartee… her quick comebacks… that knowing little smirk of hers…

A real challenge to sink my teeth into.

Not to mention she was dangerous.

Not physically, of course, unless she had a gun stashed away someplace.

But this was the woman who had unleashed the Turk on us, and then Mezzasalma.

The woman who had brought my family to the brink of ruin with nothing but her intellect.

I reminded myself never to forget that.

Of all the things about her… of all the things I found attractive…

I think I liked the ‘dangerous’ part most of all.

However, I was beyond relieved that she hadn’t planned my father’s murder.

When she looked me in the eye and told me his death had happened months before she went to work for Fausto, I believed her. And it tracked with everything I knew so far.

That was the one thing I was immensely grateful for…

Because it would have broken my heart to have to kill her.

I knew it would be the smart thing to do, to remove Fausto’s mastermind from the equation.

But when you find a jewel so rare that you’ve never seen its like before, the urge isn’t to destroy it…

But to possess it.

And that was exactly what I wanted with Sofia:

To possess her…

Even if it was only for one night.

But that would have to wait.

First…

Poker.

After speaking with a casino floor manager, I paid five thousand euros for a private table and a dealer just for the two of us. Then I got 10,000 in chips – 5000 for her, 5000 for me.

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