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I hate cleaning her, but it’s probably better if we don’t see Elio while my cum drips from her. There’s no need to rile up the beast more than I already have.

Daisy’s eyes light up when I give her a bag containing a dress, lingerie and heels for her to wear today. She shakes her head, her voice full of disbelief, “You really thought of everything, huh?”

I smirk at her and shrug one shoulder, my eyes raking over her as she gets dressed in clothing I bought for her. It makes my chest swell with pride and I barely stop myself from taking her down to the bed so I can rut into her again before we leave.

We walk out of our place, into the elevator and down to my car with our fingers laced together and my heart pounding. The car ride to the Agosti mansion is quiet, but I welcome it because I need a moment to get my head in the game. It’s entirely possible that Elio will shoot me on sight and not let me get a word out. I hope our lifetime of friendship and the years I’ve served him will matter, but this is Daisy we’re talking about.

If the tables were turned, I don’t know if I would be forgiving or if I would listen.

When we walk in, Tazio is the one who greets us. His face is grim, but his eyes light up a little when he sees me holding the hand of the woman who has stolen my heart.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, “I didn’t think you’d ever have the balls to actually do it.”

I arch an eyebrow at him and shrug, trying to look casual when my entire body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t regret what I did, but there were probably other ways to go about it. Not like Daisy gave me much of a choice in the matter. I won’t be mentioning that. This was my choice and she’s my responsibility.

“Hi, Tazio,” she greets with forced cheer. I give her hand a squeeze which she returns. Comfort for comfort; love for love. “How’s Hy?”

Tazio barks out a laugh. “She’s good,” his eyes are soft as he looks at her, but there’s no interest there beyond a big brother looking out for a girl he’s always valued and loved. His eyes harden when he looks at me, “If you hurt her, Elio won’t have the chance to kill you.”

I smirk and huff out a humorless laugh. “If I hurt her, I wouldn’t raise a finger to try and stop you.”

Tazio gives a nod as we walk past him and into the dining room to find Elio already sitting there, his gun on the table and a scowl on his face. At least he’s not holding it and pointing it at me. I’m going to try and take it as a good sign.

When Elio’s eyes move down to our hands, rage simmers in his eyes and his lips press together in a thin line. “My fucking sister,” he growls, disappointment and raw anger dripping from every word, “how could you?”

“I love her,” I don’t mince words, my voice strong and sure.

Elio’s eyes widen as I pull out a chair for my princess, making sure I put myself closer to Elio and between the two of them. If he’s mad, he can take it out on me. Not that I think he’s a threat to his sister, he would never harm her on purpose, but anger does some fucked up things to people.

I’ll never put her safety in jeopardy.

The moment I sit down, Elio grabs his gun and raises it, pressing the barrel against my temple. I can feel the panic coming from Daisy, but I simply reach over and rest my hand on her thigh, trying to reassure her.

“She’s 17 fucking years younger than you,” he snarls. “She’s a fucking child.”

I barely keep the wince inside because I know what’s coming.

“I’m not a child. I’m 18 years old. I’m an adult,” Daisy’s voice is cold and hard. “You don’t get to decide what I do or who I do it with, Elio. I’m not property or a pet to be caged. I’m a human being and,” she pauses and covers my hand on her thigh with her own, giving it a squeeze, “I love him too. I have for a long time.”

“A long time,” he shouts, his eyes swing back to me and narrow. “How long has this been going on?”

“No,” she snaps at him.

When his eyes go back to her, fury is rolling off her. It’s sexy as hell, but I can’t acknowledge it now. Not while a gun is pressed against my head.

At least I got one night with the woman I love more than life itself; I just hope I don’t have to prove it with my death.

CHAPTER 7

DAISY

I have felt lost, caged, and angry because of my family, but I have never felt this kind of rage before. There is also despair mixed in there. I know what my brothers have done. I know the men they are, but I have never seen them turn on anyone and I’ve never seen the violence up close.

They’ve sheltered me from it while caging me because of it. It’s not right and I’m not going to stand for it any longer.

“Elio,” my voice is filled with cold fury, “you will put the fucking gun down right now. I will not talk to you while you have a gun pressed against the head of the man I love. Let’s not even mention he is your best friend and right-hand man. You know him. You know his loyalty and how deep it runs.”

Elio’s eyes narrow at me and I swear if he thought he could stomach striking me, he would right now. To my complete surprise he slowly pulls the gun back and rests it back on the table. It doesn’t escape my notice how it is still pointed at Lorenzo. Only when he removes his hand from it do I take a deep, shuddering breath.

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