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“I don’t care about being on your good side.” I end the call and toss the phone in Emilio’s lap. “Let’s go.”

He grabs his phone from his lap when it rings again, checks the caller ID, and answers while extending the phone to me.

Julian’s face is suddenly in front of me.

He glares into the screen like some villain.

I guess I was wrong there.

The man does FaceTime.

“Say one more smart-ass word, and I’ll instruct Emilio to take you home and lock you in my bedroom.” His voice turns icier than I ever thought possible for someone. “Don’t fucking test me on this. Keep misbehaving, and I’ll tie you to my bed and spend all night fingering you but stopping right beforeyou’re fucking there. I’ll keep doing that, like a loop, making you suffer.”

Jesus.

My jaw drops, and I look at Emilio.

He’s pretending he didn’t hear Julian.

“Eyes fucking on me,” Julian grinds out. “Don’t look at him.”

“Why are you even concerned about Luca?” I snap.

“You let that man finger fuck you. Going forward, you so much as allow a man to touch your arm, I’ll cut his goddamn finger off.”

“That’s a little drastic, don’t you think?” I roll my eyes slowly, so he doesn’t miss me doing it.

“Gen, baby, that’s letting someone off easy. Keep talking, and I’ll connect that finger to a chain and force you to wear it as a necklace.”

I stare at him, unsure of how to reply to that.

Where does he even come up with this bullshit?

He should really be on the writing team for the Saw franchise.

I’m sure he has endless torture and murder ideas in that psycho brain of his.

“I don’t appreciate being bossed around.” With one hand, I jerk the seat belt around my body. It looks awkward, and I almost drop the phone in the process.

He waits until I’m settled before narrowing his eyes at me. “Be a good girl or suffer the consequences later.”

He hangs up on me.

“Asshole,” I hiss, handing the phone back to Emilio.

I’ve beento the Marchetti mansion.

Not many can say that.

I officially can now.

Every woman in this room with me has ties to the Mafia.

It seems I’ve now joined the club.

Neomi and her sisters, Bria and Isabella, who everyone calls Bella, joined us an hour ago. Technically, Neomi lives on the property, just in a separate house with Benny and their baby girl.

The aroma of buttery popcorn fills the air as we hang out in the theater room in Gigi’s wing of the mansion. She may live with Antonio now, but according to Natalia, Cristian has left her space untouched, just in case she ever decides to come home.