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“I don’t— AH!” Maria’s protest turned into a scream. She held on for dear life when he suddenly kicked off, sending them down the driveway

“You don’t fuck with a man’s car.”

Thirty

Ah … Shit

Thank God.

Maria jumped off the bike as soon as Cassius pulled up in front of the pizza joint after seeing Dominic’s Mustang out front. Snatching her poor heels off the handlebars, she slid them back on her feet. “How’d you know he was here?”

Cassius touched a finger to his temple. “I know things.”

Maria stared at him strangely. The young Luciano just reminded her of her brother Lucca for some odd reason.

Feeling back to normal with her shoes on, she smoothed down her dress. “Thanks. I think I’ll get Dominic to take me back.”

“I think I’ll wait out here … to make sure.”

“Suit yourself,” Maria told him from over her shoulder, knowing there was no fucking way in hell she was getting back on that thing.

Walking up to the door, she grabbed the handle and swung the door open.

Ding.

Out of habit, Dominic looked over at the person who had just walked through the door. He almost thought it was a fucking illusion at first. There was no way in hell Maria Caruso was here, staring right at him ….

The pissed off look that crossed her face confirmed she was very much real.

Dom’s eyes went back to the hand he held in his on the other side of the table.

Ah … shit.

Ding.

The bell went off above her head as she slammed the door back open, on her way out. Her stomach had sunk the second she had seen Dominic’s hand resting over another woman’s hand.

Cassius’s face said it all before his words did. “Back so soo—”

“Maria!” Dominic called out from behind her as he flew through the glass door.

Walking toward Cass’s bike, she didn’t turn back until a hand grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn back around and face him.

“It wasn’t what it looked like. She—”

“Why should I care what it looked like?” Maria snatched her arm out of his grasp. “It’s not like we’re together,” she told him coldly, heading back toward the bike.

Snatching her arm again, he spun her around so quickly that her dress lightly twirled as he pulled her close until their bodies touched. “Don’t pretend like you don’t care,” Dominic said fiercely to her pretty face that was an inch away from his, showing her that he could see right through her façade. “If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have walked out like that.”

“I don’t,” Maria said the words, looking into his hazel eyes without an ounce of emotion. “Now let me go, and if you touch me like that again, I’ll show you just how tall the heels I’m wearing are today.”

Slowly, Dominic removed his hand from her, not letting her go out of fear, but because she asked.

Spinning back on her heels, there was one thing Maria wasn’t okay with, and that was being manhandled.

“Why are you here in Blue Park, princess?” he asked, walking behind her with every step. “There’s a reason you came back.”

“Well, apparently, it was stupid,” she spat back, knowing he was trying to rile her up. Quickly, she tossed off her heels.

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching the action, then practically flinching when she bent down to pick them up at the speed of light.

“Don’t worry.” Maria hurriedly slid one on Cassius’s bike like he had before. “I’m not going to use them on you … yet.”

Dominic stared at her in shock, just now noticing how the fuck she had gotten there. “You came here on this?”

“Yep,” Maria growled, shoving the other Jimmy Choo on forcefully. I can’t believe I fucking came here.

“I’ll deal with you later.” His hazel eyes glowered at his pleased-looking brother sitting on the bike. “Don’t you let her leave till I get back home.”

“Oh, I’ll be long gone,” Maria reminded him that she was right fucking there, jumping back up on the handlebars.

Once Maria was settled, Cassius slightly backed up the bike so he could maneuver around Dominic who stood in front of them.

Maria gave him a smile. “Your date is waiting for you.”

Suddenly, Dominic reached out, grabbing the handlebars and dragging the bike with the two of them on it right back to him.

With wide eyes, Maria stared at Dom, whose face was an inch from hers as he bent down, caging her in with his arms. He didn’t dare touch her, like she had warned.

“How does it feel?” Dominic’s taunting words sent chills up her body. “That’s only a taste of what you made me feel.”

For the first time, Maria was speechless. She swallowed hard, staring into all the emotions that he clearly felt in his hazel depths.

“Bristol is a frien—”

“Bristol …” Maria mouthed as she slid her eyes from his to the beautiful blonde standing behind him and off to the side. “That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”