Page 22 of Forbidden Property
I laugh. “Exactly,” I say, trying to hide the smugness in my voice and probably failing. “Renzo doubted I was a real mobster, can you believe it?”
“You’re a bitch,” Gino says bitterly. “Huge fucking difference.”
Our eyes meet, and we both smile.
Chapter Twelve
Renzo
My sister returns the contract with our amendments. When I give Geralynn the news, she gives me a glum, disapproving expression. I asked for something outrageous. We both did. Nicki agreeing to this means shedoeshave some serious backing for her negotiations. That’s it, then. We have to sign.
“You aren’t giving up, are you?” Geralynn asks, completely incapable of remaining suppressed and pitiful. I find her inability to be broken down by anything as fucking annoying. I have to hide everything from her, which becomes more difficult as my cock already rises to a semi-hard position from watching Geralynn’s struggles to cover herself.
“What choice do we have? I need protein.”
“I don’t want to have your baby.”
“You think I want to knock up a girl who spends her days scrubbing shit from toilets?”
That gets under her skin. It always does, despite her best efforts to hide how deeply my insults wound her. Geralynn can’t keep up this infuriating tough girl act forever. Maybe staying here for two weeks by order of Nicoletta’s contract will give me plenty of time to break her.
“Fuck you, Renzo.”
It takes all her courage to spit out those three words. I’m almost impressed. Unfortunately, I’ll have to keep score and take it out on her ass when we’re in bed later.
“You’re the one who gets to walk away with $5 million dollars for lying on your back like a dead bug while I pleasure you.”
“Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor,” Geralynn spits back with pure and authentic outrage. “I have to keep this baby and raise a baby with a racist father for the rest of my life because I trusted–”
Her voice shakes, but she notices just a sliver of my happiness at her pure outrage towards Nicki. Having a common enemy will help both of us get out of this faster, but Geralynn misunderstands my smile as delighting in her misery rather than in our shared hatred of Nicki. Whatever.
“Yes, you trusted my bitch sister. I never did and still ended up here. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and start acting strategically. Your best chance right now is realizing we’re on the same side.”
“We arenoton the same side, you racist piece of… piece of…”
I let her muddle through it.
“You’re a racist piece of human garbage.”
It’s not a sophisticated insult, but I won’t act like it doesn’t hurt coming from the woman who currently has my seed dripping out of her pussy.
“Again,” I remind her. “I didn’t want this.”
“You fucked me. You were fully conscious when you–”
“You sank your nails into my ass and dragged my dick inside you,” I remind her calmly. “It honestly feels like you assaulted me.”
“How dare you.” Geralynn says with a tense, angry voice. She’s too afraid to break that tension and let loose the pure rageshe feels. I can’t say the same thing about my rage. I can feel it bubbling beneath the surface and my anger needs an outlet.
“Stop whining,” I snap at Geralynn, hopefully for the last time. “Nicki already has too much. Don’t let her win.”
Nicki can hear our conversation if this room is bugged. That means my most meaningful conversation with Geralynn will have to be conducted through whispers. That means I’ll have to get close to her. That might prove difficult considering she’s looking at me with an outraged expression that hasn’t let up.
“I’m not worried about winning. I’m worried about my womb,” Geralynn says to me as if I’m stupid. Despite her efforts to let her disgust overwhelm her, a baby for me would be the best thing to ever happen to her. She’s a janitor, who never had financial prospects until now. She can use the money to hire nannies for the child if she has no interest in mothering.
I’m the one who has to remain on the hook to Geralynn, tied for life to a woman outside my family heritage. How will I explain a bastard child to my futureItalianwife? Nicoletta has gone too far. The only reason I won’t slit her throat is because of her expansive blackmail clause she included. Nicki prepared for this. I don’t want to know how long she planned this devious escapade and I refuse to acknowledge the implications of this so-called “special chemical”.
Geralynn continues to stare at me with fear and disbelief. It’s getting to be a lot more annoying now that I’ll need her to calm down and work with me. It’s too late for us to fight Nicki on our own. We’ll have to fight together, or not at all.
