Page 208 of The One
Good. Her perfect breasts are only inches away, her nipples already hardening. Her lips curve into a knowing smirk.
“Mateo,” she purrs, dragging my name out like a promise. “Finally came to see me? I thought you’d forgotten all about me.”
Her voice, it’s too high-pitched. It makes me hesitate.
She steps aside, inviting me in.
I should walk in. Follow through. That’s why I came here, isn’t it? To fuck her brains out, and mine. I should lift her onto my cock and plow into her like a frenzied animal.
But my feet won’t move.
I juststareat her.
And all I see is Mariella.
Not in front of me, of course, but in my mind’s eye. Her tear-streaked face. The way her voice cracked as she confessed her father’s betrayal.
She knew what our law would demand of me. And still, she chose to tell me.
Becausesheis loyal.
Because she loves me.
I exhale sharply and step back.
Valentina frowns. “Mateo?”
I shake my head, my anger shifting, morphing into something heavier.
“Forget I was here,” I say, turning away before I can change my mind.
“Mateo, where are you going? Come on in. You look like you need to get something off your chest. I can make you feel better. Mateo?”
I don’t respond. I get back on my bike and drive aimlessly, my mind blank, until I find myself at a park.
Thepark.
The place where I first stole Mari away from the world. Where she tasted cannoli for the first time and moaned in delight, completely unaware of how that sound made my cock throb.
I park the Harley and find the tree we sat under. Sinking onto the ground, I lean against the trunk, elbows on my knees, hands gripping my hair.
Mariella. My Mariella.
She was so damn brave. She knew what telling me would mean. And she did it anyway. I’m lost for words.
Her father didn’t just betray me and Tiero, he betrayed everythingla famigliastands for. Every move he made was calculated, self-serving, a direct insult to the loyalty that binds us.
He didn’t just gamble with power, he risked everything. The lives of every loyal soldier. But worst of all, his own family. The people he should protect and care for.
The thought ignites a fire in my chest. I want to burn something down. I want todestroyhim.
And I will.
He’ll die slowly. Painfully. And that still won’t come close to the suffering he’s caused.
I know what De Marco law demands. But his family?
They don’t deserve to die for his sins. Killing them wouldn’t be justice.
