12. Renzo
“ Do not say a fucking word,” I told Giulia as I set her on her feet and shoved her to get her into the car.
I sprinted around the vehicle and slid into the driver’s seat. By the time I turned the car on and sped out of there, I had Dean on the line. Anchoring my phone between my ear and shoulder, I drove out of there as fast as I could.
Of all fucking women to show up there …
“I need you to clean up at the club.” Ignoring Giulia’s shallow, quick breaths from the passenger seat, I focused on driving as fast as I could and telling my right-hand man what I needed. Those Romanos in the alley would need to be disposed of. The cameras back there would need their footage wiped clean. And more men would need to be present at the club to explain to Nickolas why I’d disappeared.
Damage control. I dealt with it swiftly, knowing Dean would handle it all.
By the time I finished instructing him, I’d reached the underground door to the building Giovanni owned. It wasn’t the fanciest building in the city, but it was a convenient stopover. Luka used to bring hostages to the basement. Other Bernardi men used it as a place to hide things. And on the top floor, I’d carved out my niche with a bachelor pad when I was too wasted or lazy to drive all the way home after partying.
I led Giulia up there. While she didn’t protest, I didn’t care for her searing glare. I felt her glower, her incensed stare as I forced her into my penthouse, but I didn’t give a fuck if she thought I was being bossy.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I demanded once I shut and locked the door.
She didn’t cower. She didn’t fidget. Standing tall in the middle of my living room, she lifted her chin. Defiant. Stubborn.
“What the fuck ”—I gripped her chin and forced her head up so she’d look me in the eye as I stalked up into her space—“were you thinking?”
She stalled, pulling her lower lip between her teeth to worry the plump flesh.
“Answer me!” I released her and growled, so furious that I couldn’t contain it.
Looking her over, I took in the full effect of her disheveled, slutty attire. The dancer’s costume was ripped, torn and dirty from the fall to the pavement outside. Her long black locks hung over her shoulder, but on her other arm, the fingerprints of that fucker’s grip remained visible on her skin.
Red and angry. Just like how I felt that another man had dared to touch her.
Seeing her in there had stunned me. I’d almost lost it as soon as I locked eyes with her, knowing without a doubt that it was Giulia in that sexy outfit, dancing in a private room at this club.
There was only one reason she’d ever try to sneak in as a dancer. One.
She’d come to spy. On me or Nickolas.
“Do you have any fucking idea how stupid that was? How dangerous it was?”
She crossed her arms, sassy and defensive as I roared at her, but I was too livid to let her think she could stand up to me like this right now.
I growled, stalking toward her. She lost her stance, lowering her arms and backpedaling.
“Spying on a fucking meeting?” I yelled as I went after her. She tripped, fumbling her way around the furniture and through the room, but she didn’t dare look away.
“I need information.”
“That you couldn’t have fucking asked me for?”
She scowled, slamming her back against the door frame to my bedroom. “Oh, yeah, right. Cut the shit. I can’t ask you for information.”
“The hell you can’t.” I shoved her toward the bed, letting her climb back up to sit.
“Because we’re great friends now, huh?”
I clenched my teeth, pinning her to the bed. “If you had to know something that goddamn badly, you could have fucking asked me.”
She pressed her lips together tightly, staring up at me with hatred.
“Spying in there like that…” I growled and shook my head. “How fucking stupid are you? They would’ve recognized you and known you snuck in there.”
“I had a mask on,” she argued.
“So fucking what? I recognized you immediately.”
“Because you know?—”
I slitted my eyes. “Because I know you? Huh? But you thought you could sneak in there undetected?”
She looked away, turning her head on the bed, and I grabbed her chin again, pressing my body weight down on her until I got her attention. “Don’t you know your fucking place?”
“Of course, I do! I’m just a supposedly stupid woman stuck in a vulnerable position while my Family falls apart. That asshole in there might want to make me his wife. His plaything, like he did that other dancer. And unless I can figure out who killed my father, I have no leverage to get out of anything like that!”
“You’re crazy,” I growled. “You’re fucking insane.”
She pushed her head up to yell louder. “I don’t care! I don’t care if you think I’m the stupidest woman on earth. All I wanted to do was figure out something—anything—that could explain why I’m facing marriage to that bastard.”
“So, that’s your answer. You think you can disguise yourself and spy and get ahead.”
“I don’t want to get ahead. I just want to avoid a worse fate than what I already have.”
“They were going to kill you,” I said, wishing I could shake sense into her. “They captured you, suspicious of why you ran out of that room.”
“Because I was afraid,” she shouted, likely hating to admit it. “I was afraid he’d turn to me next, take my mask off, and see that I was there.” She sucked in a quick breath, riled up from fighting my hold and shouting.
“You should’ve been terrified.” I leaned up, looking her over. Feeling her breasts rubbing against me threatened my determination to scold her. This skimpy dancer’s outfit taunted me.
Caught between fury and desire, I lost the willpower to resist this urgency to teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
“If Nickolas knew you were spying…” I ground my teeth as she scowled at me.
He would’ve killed her. Raped her and tortured her, then slowly taken her life.
This bold, brave woman. One I couldn’t imagine seeing gone.
“What the fuck were you trying to learn?”
“Anything,” she snapped. “Anything. I need to know what the hell is going on. I have to figure out who killed my father.”
“And listening in to me and Nickolas would’ve revealed that?” I grabbed her wrists in one hand, stopping her fighting. “How’d you know we would even be there?”
“My uncle.”
“He—” I ground my teeth. “Dario fucking sent you there to spy?”
“On you,” she sneered. “He still thinks you killed my father.”
“You don’t believe me?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I want to. And that’s the only reason I’d be stupid. To want to believe you.”
“So, after I killed those guards for you,” I said, ripping her costume off, baring her completely. I grabbed the fabric to twine it around her hands. “After I saved your ass and got you out of there…” I unzipped and shoved my pants and boxers down. “And after I spared you from that sick fucker learning that you came to spy…”
I shoved her legs apart, hovering over her. Her pussy glistened, soaked with her arousal.
“This is the fucking thanks I get? Another accusation that I killed your father?” I slammed into her, sinking my cock in as far as it could go.
She arched back, groaning at the hard slide in. Even though she was slick, warm, and wet for my entrance, she’d never had a dick in her before. No one had ever impaled her like this.
“You think you can risk your life and be a spy,” I growled as I pulled out of her tight cunt. “And had the right to say you think I killed your father when I told you I didn’t?”
I slammed back in, watching her breasts jiggle with the force of my hips pounding against hers.
“Huh?” I grabbed her thighs, forcing them up. “That’s the thanks you want to give me for saving your life and rescuing you?”
“Fuck you.” She shook her head, breathing hard as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Fuck you, Renzo.”
I groaned, riled up even more at the way she’d still try to piss me off and push her luck. I fucked her harder but slower, making sure she felt every ounce of fury as I stretched her virgin cunt.
“I…” She moaned, trying to move against me. With me. “I’m supposed to be clean.”
A virgin. “Not anymore.” I grinned, slamming into her sweet pussy. “This cunt’s mine now.”
She shook her head. “I’ll never be yours.”
I lowered until I hovered over her body. “You’d rather have Nickolas claim you, then, huh?”
She sobbed, crying harder.
“Because that’s exactly what he would’ve done,” I threatened as I filled her, over and over. “He’d take you and ruin you.”
“Just like you are?” she demanded.
I stopped, staying still so deep inside her. Every pulse of her pussy spurred me to go faster and fuck her until I soaked her womb with my cum. Her breast rubbed against me, taunting me with her soft skin against my chest.
So small yet fierce, caught under me and wrapped around my dick.
She was perfect. And I wanted to keep her just like this.
“I didn’t kill Rocco,” I repeated.
“You didn’t have to fuck me to emphasize it.” She sniffled, staring up at me with glossy, angry eyes. “I didn’t think you did. But my uncle doesn’t know how to figure out what my family can do now. My father’s dead. My mother’s still messed up and in bed. Nothing is certain anymore.”
I watched her, mesmerized by the sheen of tears in her eyes. It wasn’t an act. Neither was the cream that dripped for me, the heat of her pussy sucking me in more.
“I’m desperate for answers.”
I was too. I wanted to uncover the truth about who was poisoning members of the Mafia.
“But now it doesn’t matter, does it?” She scowled at me, letting her hatred take over. “Now, I’m just damaged goods.” With her hands still bound and above her head, she was without options to shove me off.
I doubted she would. As I stayed still inside her cunt, I felt the tension of her body. Slowly sliding my hand over the curve of her ass, I held her tighter. “You’re welcome.”
“Oh, fuck you, Renzo. I didn’t want you to do this.”
“No?” I grinned, pulling out and relishing the slow, throaty moan of need she couldn’t keep in.
“I don’t want?—”
I thrust into her harder, stealing her breath. “No,” I got out from my clenched teeth as I fucked her. She felt too good. I didn’t want it to be over too soon, but I wouldn’t last. “Your line is supposed to be thank you, Renzo .”
She growled, futilely pushing her hips up to match me thrust for thrust.
“You should tell me thanks for saving your life.”
Her breasts bounced faster, and I wished I could delay her orgasm.
“You should be appreciative that I got you out of there.”
A long, sexy groan left her lips as I sped up and ground over her clit.
“And you should say yes, do what you want with me .”
She tensed. All her muscles locked down as she neared her orgasm. As her face contorted into a grimace, I dug my fingers into her ass and drove in her wet heat even harder.
“Please,” she begged on a frantic exhale. “Please, Renzo.”
With the first wave of her pussy clenching my dick, I faltered. Her orgasm seemed to sweep through her, making her thighs tremble and her feet shake. And still, I kept at it, fucking her like my life depended on shattering her to pieces.
A short scream heralded her climax. Then with another hasty inhale, she cried out louder.
That was all it took. Hearing her come and lose to the bliss of the release, I followed right after her.
All those days and nights since I first touched her at the wedding had finally come to an end. Our epic buildup of need and desire exploded.
We’d crashed and burned, coming together in such a mind-blowing release that I wasn’t sure which way was up any longer, where she began and I ended.
We were one now, fused through anger and joined with lust.
And I’d be damned if she tried to fight me on this connection ever again.