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Chapter Thirty-Two

Vinny

“ W hat the fuck do you mean some punk was chatting her up?” I sneer toward Massio.

“I didn’t say that. I said he offered to carry her boxes.”

“Carry her fucking boxes?” I pace the room while flitting from pinching the bridge of my nose to dragging a hand through my hair. “Is that what they call it these days?”

“I think you’re blowing all of this out of proportion, sir.”

An irritated scoff leaves me, and I deliver another swift kick to the lifeless piece of shit on the basement floor.

“Did Bonnie look like him?” I snap my eyes toward Massio, and he shifts on his feet.

He grimaces and my chest tightens. “Sir, Bonnie looks like Gracie.”

I couldn’t agree more, she’s her double, but she has to have some of her biological father’s DNA in her. “Yes. But did she look like the punk?”

He sighs heavily, and irritations zips up my spine. “I don’t know.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t at the forefront of my mind.”

Wasn’t at the forefront of his fucking mind? “Remind me what the fuck I pay you for?” I snap.

Massio stiffens and his glare darkens. “For security, and that’s exactly what I was doing.

I checked to see if he posed a risk, and he didn’t.

Jesus, Vinny, you need to get a fucking handle on this jealousy, it’s not like you.

” He’s not wrong, I feel out of control, my mind spiraling that she’s going to take Bonnie, leave, and never look back, all for a younger guy who gave her daughter life.

“Take your aggression out on him.” He gestures toward the piece of shit on the floor. “We’ll catch up later when you’ve calmed down.” He spins on his boots and heads out the door, slamming it so damn loud vibrations work through the room. Barely giving him a chance to leave, I unzip my pants.