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I was secretly delighted she didn’t flinch when I mentioned stabbing Gian in the eye.

“Yes.” I crowded her against the counter. She didn’t back down. I yanked her forward with one hand so she was plastered against me again, and with the other, stroked between her legs. I could feel her heat through her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties.

Fucking fuck.

She closed her eyes and gave an involuntary moan.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunted.

Her eyes popped open, outraged, but I also discerned need. “No!”

I raised a brow. “Are you saying no to an orgasm?”

She was breathing hard, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m mad at you.”

“Because I won’t let you see your family?”

“Yes!”

“Soon.”

“Why not now? As in…tonight!”

I let her go and stood back. “No. I’m not giving you back.”

She looked outraged. “I’m not a thing to give back!”

“That’s not…” I scraped a hand over my face. How could I tell her I didn’t trust she would return to me? That when she saw her family, she would be relieved to be shielded from the violence in my world. How I was terrified once she returned to the De Luccis, they would make her disappear again. Just the thought of that made me feral. I glared at her and grabbed the top of her shoulders where she wasn’t bruised. “You’re mine, Bianca.”

Her mouth parted and her eyes flashed. “Really? You wouldn’t even fuck me. Oh, wait. You want me to accept every part of you first. Guess what? I already do.”

“You don’t know everything,” I said quietly. My hands fell from her shoulders and I twisted around, grappling for words to explain the past only a few people knew.

“What?”

I rubbed a finger across the top of my mouth. “I’m not only a bastard son, Bianca.”

I felt her step closer. “Never call yourself that. You’re a Rossi.”

“And I wish I wasn’t.”

I faced her and gritted out my confession, “My mother didn’t die in childbirth.”

Her eyes widened. “What? She’s alive?”

Oh, baby, my life was more fucked up than that. “Carmelo took a fancy to a beautiful exchange student from Turkey. Kidnapped her. Kept her hostage in the basement of the Rossi mansion.”

Bianca’s face grew stricken and her eyes filled with tears.

“Are you revolted yet?” I asked, the ugliness in my blood seeping through my words. “Do you see where this is going?”

“I’m disgusted at your father, not you,” she whispered.

“You’re not?” A derisive smile curved my mouth. “When Gian told us the news about Jabbin’ Java, the logical thing to do was make plans to return you to your family, but everything inside me rejected that idea. You know what went through my mind?” I loomed over her, tapped my temple, jabbing it repeatedly the way psychos do when the voices in their head drove them off a cliff. “I wanted to chain you to my bed. I don’t want to let you go. How am I different from Carmelo?”

Bianca met my gaze straight on. “Sandro, you arenotyour father.”

I closed my eyes briefly, drilling the heel of my right hand against an eye socket.Am I not?