Page 38 of Caruso

“We must set some rules.”

“Fuck!” Tommaso expels a deep breath, and Giorgio leans forward.

“Go on.”

“I get her virginity. It was her request.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Giorgio huffs with disappointment, and Tommaso says through gritted teeth. “He’s right. Matteo found her. It was their agreement.”

“Can I watch?”

Giorgio’s eyes light up.

“NO!”

I warn him off with a dark glare, causing him to chuckle. “Spoilsport.”

“And don’t even try.” I warn him, and he sighs heavily as he slumps back in his seat.

“Then what?”

“You tell me.”

I regard my brothers with interest because we are in an unusual situation. We all want the same woman, and this has never happened before. As soon as Taylor stepped in front of her stepfather and sliced his cock clean off, we all fell in love. That one act of cool brutality sealed her fate, and that was the moment she became our queen, and she doesn’t even realize that.

Taylor was made for us. She isoneof us; her actions determined that. Her cool disposition, her calculatingmind, and the way she carries herself, unemotional, unafraid and so goddamn sexy, I must remind myself to tuck my tongue in my mouth and stop panting. She is ours, and now we must work out the complexities of that.

“I’m not interested.”

I exchange a look with Giorgio as Tommaso lies to himself.

Giorgio rolls his eyes, and yet his voice is measured as he replies. “Then she’s shared equally between Matteo and me.”

Tommaso hisses, a hint of irritability in his eyes, and Giorgio grins. Hell, we both do because Tommaso is in denial, and we all know it.

“Who is going to tell her?” Giorgio asks, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of being the chosen one.

“We don’t.” I shrug. “Ultimately, it must be her choice. It’s up to us to make sure she doesn’t want to leave.”

“But she won’t—leave, that is.”

Giorgio’s voice is sharper than the blade Taylor used to stab her way into our life.

“No,” I reassure him. “She won’t, but she must believe it’s her choice.”

Tommaso huffs with frustration. “This guy—Jason. What are we going to do about him?”

“Why, are you hoping he charges in on a white horse and carries your problem away?”

Giorgio rolls his eyes, earning him a sharp glare from our surly brother.

“That’s not what I meant. What if she wants to bewith him and we do her a favor and give her a reason to leave?”

“Which you would be happy about.” I remind him, and he shakes his head.

“I didn’t say that. I merely stated I’m not interested, but you obviously are.”