Page 5 of Hostile Secret
“I know you’re only doing this because Dré put you up to it. Once we get to Miami, feel free to disappear. You don’t need to hang around me, Gio. I’ve no desire to pander to a babysitter.”
His left eyebrow quirks. “We’re not going to Miami,niñita. You’re coming home with me to Colombia.”
My heart rate accelerates. “Like fuck I am. I have to finish my senior year and all my friends are in Miami.” I meet his unwavering gaze and over emphasize my glare. “And do not patronize me. I amnota little girl.”
Giovanni shakes his head, those pensive eyes of his cutting to the villa as if he’s scanning for witnesses. Then his white teeth peek out with a snarl. “Get your shit together and let’s go. You don’t have a life in Miami anymore.”
“No… that’s not the plan.” Daenis clings to my leg when I pad closer. His posture instantly stiffens. “Dré agreed to let me finish school… and I want to finish school in Miami. Why the hell would I go to Colombia… with you? This is bullshit. Leave me here––”
When I try to walk away, he snares my wrist and my temper flares.
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GIOVANNI
“Get your hands off me, Giovanni!”
Her eyes narrow and I find myself mesmerized by their striking blue hue. It’s like a glimpse into an unsettled ocean, inviting me to explore. Yet at the same time, warning me of a storm.
Unfortunately for her, she’s coming with me. No arguments. But Jesus fuck—that bikini—it can stay here. Seeing her in it only makes me falter.
My fingers tighten around her delicate bones, not wanting to break them, but feeling the need to assert my authority.
In an instant, she surprises me with a skillful move that rotates my arm and forces my shoulder downward. I inwardly give her kudos for trying such a maneuver and then curse myself for being more interested in the view.
From this angle, all I can see is the small gap between her tanned thighs and the barely there fabric snug to her pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Fuck, that shouldn’t fire up my dick, but it’s harder than titanium now. I’m a hot-blooded male, after all, not a fucking haloed saint.
Despite the strong urges I have to punish her for daring to go up against me, I master them and ignore the heat scorching my veins.
I won’t give in to it, because I know better.
This little warrior is brave to take on a guy like me, given I’m a killing machine who knows every move in the book. Besides, her defense tactics are basic compared to my skill set.
If she’s not careful, I could unintentionally snap her neck. Only that would break the oath I’d made to André and the headache that mishap would cause isn’t worth thinking about.
“I’m not a child, Gio. I'm a grown woman who can make her own decisions. I’m not going anywhere with you,” she spits out. “Miami is my home. It's where my memories of Reno are.”
The truth of her rant weirdly unsettles me. Weeks ago, I’d witnessed her heartbreak and hot tears burn those baby blues of hers. I can’t explain why I’d hung around her apartment for a few days after, especially when I was needed at home. But something had made me sit with her in the darkness and try to absorb the pain she was drowning in.
Maybe my misery recognized hers or I’d felt some sort of brotherly duty. Since then, I’ve done well to ignore her. Until now. And being face to face with her pretty little cunt, I’m thinking the time spent in her bedroom could have been something entirely more screwed up.
This girl possesses the beauty of a siren––fuck, even her petite, sun-kissed body is artfully designed with bouncy tits and a round ass. Unbrushed blonde hair spills silky smooth down her spine. The lengths of it look so soft, almost tempting me to touch it.
There’s no doubting how good she’d look on her knees with those nipples poking through the yellow material and the girth of my dick stretching her mouth wide. Except she’s also seventeen and my twin is obsessed with her safety.
And that’s the real reason why I’m here, because in my world, my siblings are the only people I care about. Which drops India into my life like a sexual nuke branded as a stepsister, or whatever the fuck title her relationship with my brother deserves.
She continues to twist my arm, thinking she’s winning in this little charade. Until I sweep my leg sideways and effortlessly unbalance her.
As a pointless battle commences, her survival training and dexterity triggers an unprecedented urge within me. Overpowering her is effortless when she’s so much smaller in stature—and I usually fight to kill.
“Memories live in your head. Reno isn’t in Miami anymore.” I remind her, seconds before I take control.
In one calculated maneuver, I’m upright again and standing tall before her sexy curves. Completely ready for the next bold attack she makes. And she does.
“You’re not the boss of me!”
