4. Saverio
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SAVERIO
L ucia Terlizzi is the embodiment of perfection—with dark, luscious locks that you want to bury your face in. Her skin is a flawless canvas of smooth, olive tones that evoke images of Mediterranean sunsets. And her eyes, a deep chocolate brown that captivate and hold you in their gaze. Lucia possesses every aspect I have ever desired in a woman and more.
With a tap, I press the call button on my CarPlay interface and quickly scroll through the contacts until I find Raffaele’s number. The phone rings once, and then his voice fills the car. “Hey, boss.” He steps away from a clatter of noise in the background. “What’s up?”
“I’m on my way back from Topeka,” I inform him.
The smile on his face can be heard in his question. “How was Lucia?”
I like my bodyguard. He likes to complain that I don’t want my body guarded, and I like to complain that he wants to be up my ass 24/7. We have a love-hate relationship. “She’s good. A little wet now.”
“You’re a dirty man,” Raffaele snorts.
I can’t help but grin. “I mean because the storm hit. But,” I trail off, letting his mind wander. She’s wet in that way , too. I bet her panties are soaked with my cum. She’s probably going to go home, pull out her vibrator, and get off knowing she’s full of my seed.
“Glad you got your dick wet, Sav. You need anything else tonight?”
I could use a cigarette, a massage, and another fuck, but my bodyguard doesn’t need to know that. “Nah, I’m good. Just wanted to let you know she hadn’t killed me.”
“Yet,” Raffaele adds gleefully. “I still look forward to the day she pulls a knife on you.” His words are laced with a mixture of humor and admiration.
To be honest, I expected Lucia to show up at my door and shoot me after she heard about our betrothal. Surprisingly, she’s only threatened to kill me; she hasn’t taken any action to do so. “Could be hot to fuck her after she’s stabbed me.”
“You’re a sick fuck, Sav.”
“You love me. Don’t deny it.”
Raffaele’s laugh echoes through the car, and I can imagine him rolling his eyes at the same time. “Whatever, boss. See you tomorrow, eh?”
I nod even though he doesn’t see the gesture over the phone. “Bright and early, Raff.”
I’m still smiling even after I hang up. I still have another forty-minute drive back to Manhattan, but it was worth it. Seeing Lucia is worth every second spent behind the wheel. It’s a shame she’s going to become collateral damage in the war between her brother and me.
I t’s been more than two years since I saw my sister, Lucrezia, and it’s Dante Terlizzi’s fault. He came to my office and forced me to send her away. As he cruelly shattered their engagement and dragged her name through the mud, my heart twisted in agony. As much as I adored Lucrezia, her presence was a constant reminder of my failure. Terlizzi’s betrayal had tarnished her reputation, making her undesirable for marriage, and her power threatened mine. I had to send her to a convent and hope the nuns could break her of her evil nature.
If that wasn’t enough, a few months ago, I found out that Niccolo Terlizzi undermined my authority. The knife he plunged into my back still burns with the sting of his betrayal.
Fucking Terlizzis.
After brokering a betrothal between Rocco Castiglione and Christine Lucatello, I was sure that the pieces of my carefully crafted plan were finally falling into place. I went to great lengths to ensure the Lucatello’s loyalty, even appointing their patriarch, Leonardo—a man known for his unwavering ruthlessness—as my consigliere. It was a move meant to solidify my reign over the Midwest families.
Then Niccolo married his stepdaughter in February, a blatant act of defiance that pissed off my capo in the process. But I’ll admit that Rocco had it coming. Learning that he had brutally beaten his future bride sent waves of anger and disgust through me, enough to make my blood boil. The very thought of a man using violence to teach a woman a lesson turned my stomach, even as someone who had committed my fair share of despicable deeds. But putting a woman in the hospital? That was on a whole other level of depravity—and a line that I would never cross.
The Terlizzis think they are untouchable, that their wealth makes them immune to my authority. But I am done with Dante’s constant defiance and his family’s arrogance. I manipulated his father into arranging Lucia’s betrothal to me in the fall of 2021. I have given her freedom, but I refuse to let this newest insult go unanswered.
I’ll do to Lucia what Dante did to my sister. I will break our betrothal for impurity, but not until I’ve fucked my baby into her belly. Then, I will parade her shame and disgrace to the rest of the Midwest, proving once and for all that I am a force to be reckoned with.
We’ll see how Dante likes it when he has to send his sister into hiding because she’s a stain on the family name.