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I nod, incapable of telling him the truth right now.

He jerks his chin toward her. “Does she know?”

“What do you think?” I sigh, exhausted to fight with myself over my feelings for her.

Our conversation is interrupted when my sister and Luciana appear.

Dahlia says to Mika, “I bet you ten th—”

But Luciana nudges her, and my sister says, “Are you sure?”

The other nods, grinning and so eager I can’t wait to hear what it’s all about.

“A hundred thousand dollars that Luciana is a better shot than you are.”

I know she’s better. No way I’ll take that bet. But the ego of my friend is a wild beast.

“Deal.”

I slap my palm on his back. “Mika, my friend. Write the check now.”

The little bet piques all our men’s attention, and as we head toward the shooting range in the golf carts, Luciana slips into mine while my sister goes into Mika’s.

“I need tomorrow off.”

“You already do whatever the fuck you want.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Why didn’t you bet?”

“You’ve made enough money to spend on your extravagant purchases. Your room overflows already.”

“Maybe I need a bigger one.”

We’re too exhausted after our nightly fuck fests for me to tell her to go to her room and she is too sleepy to leave my bed. But come morning, the spell dissipates, and we pretend we didn’t sleep with me still buried in her pussy.

My mouth draws in a hard line, and she says, “You’re freezing me out, Enzo. My patience is nearing its end.”

“Did I fucking give you the impression I was on the table? We’re fucking. Your life is in my hands. I have all the power, and you have none.”

A flash of hurt crosses her eyes and strikes my chest.

She sighs. “You’re going there? Really?”

“I so fucking am. What are you going to do about that?” I challenge her.

She sticks her nose up in the air and I am pretty sure she is plotting ways to hurt me, unaware that I am constantly aching—craving her with every intake of air. I would rather cut my heart from my chest than stop loving her. Fucking weak and pathetic man that I am. It doesn’t help that she didn’t even try to escape but made herself at home.

The air between us thickens, making it difficult to breathe. Thankfully, we reach the shooting range where my men train and where they’ve lost all their earnings one after the other in the past weeks.

Mika struts over to the shooting range, sure that he will win. My money is on her.

They pick up their guns and fuck if she doesn’t look sexy with the Glock in her hand.

“Three rounds. Fifty meters. Two hundred fifty meters and one thousand meters,” Lorenzo informs.

My sister says something to Luciana and Mika groans, looking ahead.

They both shoot at the same time and when one of my men comes back with the targets, hers hit the bullseye just like his.