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“What is it? Just spit it out, Marco.”

“What is the ultimatum?”

“We get the Martelé to call a truce.”

“And if they don’t agree?”

“We take them over.”

“How?”

“With Vanna. Alex has it all worked out. He will explain it thoroughly tomorrow.”

Then Marco surprises me. “And what if I don’t agree?”

I crack my neck and look at him. Reading his expression, I can see he isn’t happy. He has his almost-ready-to-explode face on.

“Then we have a problem. Do we have a problem, Marco?”

“No, boss,” Marco says, then leaves the room and closes the door a bit harder than needed.

Katie states the obvious. “He’s not happy.”

“No, he’s not.”

“So, let me get this straight.” Katie walks around my desk and perches on the edge with one leg crossed over the other. “You are going to ask the Martelé to call off the war. And if they say no, you are going to take their territories?”

“It’s a bit more complex than that.”

“Why would the Martelé give you what you want?”

“Because we have Vanna. Vanna is their true bloodline leader.”

“Vanna is a woman. Vanna is supposed to be dead. Do you really think the Martelé will actually care that she is alive?”

“The Martelé may be a disgrace, but they do have values where family is concerned. Vanna has her father’s last will and testament. I haven’t seen it, but Alex says its foolproof.”

“Alex says? Look, Leo, I know he is your brother, but you haven’t seen him for many years. You don’t really know him. He hasn’t ever been a leader, but you have.” Katie stands and puts her hands on my forearms and looks up at me. “I’m not happyabout being here, but if we have to be, then you need to take control. Don’t keep things from Marco. He has always had your back. He has been running the Guerra for years. You need him. He needs you. You need to work as a team. Do not let Alex come in here tomorrow and start bossing you all about. Get it sorted before you go to your meetings. You can’t resolve this with the Martelé unless you are one unit.”

Katie talks sense. I can’t help but smile at my wife. She may not be happy about being here, but she definitely belongs in the Guerra.

“Mrs Guerra. You have never looked sexier.” My voice is low with arousal. Gently stoking her arms, I watch her body react to my words and my touch. Her body is completely under my control, and I love it.

“Leo, I’m serious.”

She tries to push me away, but I lean my body against hers, pinning her to the desk. “Please do not worry. I have everything in hand.”

My mouth goes to hers, and she fights me for a moment, but her body soon gives in and melts into my arms. While we devour each other’s mouths, I pick her up carry her to the door. After locking it, I take her to the chesterfield sofa in the corner of the room.

“That dress has been teasing me ever since you put it on. I don’t like to be teased, la mia ragazza.”My girl. “Remove it.”

A smirk appears at the side of my wife’s mouth. “No.” The refusal is her submission. I like it when we play this game.

“Tssk. Kat-er-een. You know I do not tolerate disobedience.” I straddle her, gripping her jaw and kissing her forcefully while I remove the tie from round my neck. Takingboth of her hands, I raise them above her head. “You will be punished for your crime. Do you have any final words?” I ask while wrapping my tie around her wrists and hooking them around my neck.

“No,” she says again in gasp.

Her anticipation of what is to come has her heat racing and eyes wide. The sight of her arousal is enough to make me blow. Her mouth meets mine hungrily. I enjoy her for a few moments until I pull away. Standing, I lift her and lay her over the side of the office sofa. I lift up her dress to reveal her perfect round ass. I rip her thong off with ease, but she jumps a little in surprise.