Chapter 24 Vin
Vin
Sophie put that scar on Aurelio?! Un-fucking-believable. But the set of her jaw, her grip on the knife, the absolute zero fear in those wide brown eyes all told me it was true.
This woman scarred my father. The same woman who feeds me and fucks me and calls me padrone with those sweet lips.
Fuck. Something heavy settles in the middle of my chest as I realize not just that she is definitely working with her father but until this moment I had hoped that I was wrong. But I’m not. No way she would betray her family and fuck the son of the man who harmed all of them, not without a motive.
A sneer takes over my face as I turn my car toward her place. She can order me out of her kitchen, but there’s no fucking way she’s going to order me out of her life. I’m not through with her yet.
I’m still covered in cannoli cream and cum when I walk through Sophie’s door and head straight to the bathroom.
I slam the door and turn on the shower, cranking it to scalding. I need to burn this off, all of this: the rage, the confusion. This sick feeling churning in my gut that something is way the fuck off, not just with her but with me.
The water beats down on my shoulders as I brace my hands against the tile. At least I haven’t said anything that could hurt me and my brothers. Those first nights, I talked about childhood memories, my hatred for Aurelio, my need to kill him so I can take his place and end this war.
None of that is new information to Aurelio.
But the fact that I opened up to her, that I stayed here, that I wanted to stay here—
I slam my fist into the tile, cracking the ceramic.
Fuck her. Fuck this. I need leverage. I need some way to permanently make it clear that I own her and her entire fucking family, that no one gets this close to burning Vin Demonio and walks away unscathed.
When I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and look through the drawers under the sink for a comb. But I find something much more interesting: the round compact of birth control pills.
I stare at it for a long moment, thinking. Then a slow smile spreads across my face.
Perfect.
I dry off quickly, carrying the compact into the bedroom, and grab my phone. I pull up Dr. Rossi’s contact and call.
He answers on the first ring. “Mr. Demonio.”
“I have a job for you.” I snap a picture of the pills and send then put the phone on speaker and set it down so I can pull on my clothes. “I need you to create some placebo pills that look exactly like the ones in the picture.”
Dr. Rossi is silent a moment. “It’s a thing that is possible, yes.”
I huff out an exhale. “What’s the problem, Rossi?”
“You’ve worked hard to avoid any unwanted pregnancies.”
“Can you do it or not?”
“I can do it.” His voice is careful. “I’m just ensuring that you know what you’re asking for.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
I’m going to breed this woman. Knock her up with a Demonio baby and watch her father lose his fucking mind. Watch Sophie realize too late that she should have stayed very fucking far away from me.