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Chapter 60

Nova

It's finished.

The worst of my monsters is dead. True to his word, Massimo cut off my father's head.

I should be shocked and appalled at the gore and brutality I witnessed. Massimo lived up to his gruesome reputation.

"I am exactly what they say I am ."

But he's so much more.

He's my monster.

The beast who loves his beauty.

And he's my savior.

Without him, I would've never been able to heal the way I have. Without him, I wouldn't be able to continue healing from the years of torment and abuse at my father's hands.

He stole me to enact his revenge on my father. But in doing so, he freed me from the hellish prisons I'd lived in—the house I grew up, and the one inside my head.

Massimo's massive frame cages me against the wall, his hands bracing on either side of me. Pride and love radiate in his gaze, but I can see he's also assessing me—checking me over, making sure I'm okay and that I'm not afraid of him.

We're in a washroom in the basement of this building, and the shower is heating up. He's removed his ruined clothes, standing before me naked .

Once he's satisfied that I'm okay and not afraid of him, he lifts my shirt over my head. "Vito has a specially formulated wash that we'll use for now. But when we get home, I want you in the bathtub, warming my cock as I wash you again."

Both my core and my heart tighten at the thought. "I'd love that." I lift a foot as he slides my jeans down my legs, easing them off, one leg at a time. "What about my brothers?"

Massimo pauses and looks up at me as he kneels before me. "I haven't ordered Emilio and Paulo to be killed yet. They could have come here with your father, but they refused, and that has let them live for now."

"How do you know they refused?"

"Gabe got a spy inside your father's house staff."

"They wouldn't have refused to come because they care about me."

Massimo's thumbs drag up the inside of my thighs. "Oh, I know that, princess. I may be sparing their lives for now; however, I still may give the order for their execution."

A shiver races through me, following the trail of Massimo's touch. "I want the entire Mancini empire—and everything it stands for—burned to the ground."

"And so it will be done." He presses a kiss to my sex over my silk panties. "I will do everything within my power to destroy it. And as I do, four rising kings in Boston will take control for themselves, and we'll aid them." His nose nuzzles against me, pressing against my clit through the dampening silk of my underwear.

"Who?" I gasp at what his touch is doing to me, and what it's not doing to me. I need more, so I thread my fingers through his thick hair and pull him to me.

He chuckles, his breath hot over my pulsing and needy core. "They call themselves the East Coast Syndicate."

I know exactly who Massimo is talking about: Ajax Costas, Ignati Novikoff, Konstantin Ivanov, and Marek Sidorov. They aren't part of any established criminal syndicate; they've built their own and answer only to each other. My father despised their presence and the power they wielded in Boston .

But Boston isn't my concern. My focus is on the other side of the country. On California; Santoro territory, to be exact. "What about the Serpents' replacement on the Chamber?"

Massimo pauses his attention on my silk-covered pussy again and grins up at me. "I love you inserting yourself in what's happening in our territory."

A sudden flash of uncertainty bolts through me. "Is that okay?"

"Of course. However, there's a time and place for this sort of conversation. So I'll answer about the Chamber, then I'm eating this perfect cunt."

Said body part clenches at his filthy words.

His thumbs slip under the band of my panties, gently grazing over my wet flesh underneath. "Patrick Finley has already reached out to me," Massimo explains, and I fight to focus on his words rather than the effect his touch is having on me. "He's sending one of his sons to replace Sean as leader. With the Serpents destroyed, the Irish are the next in line as the strongest faction and will take the vacated Chamber seat. Now, let me eat."

He pulls my panties down my legs, then runs his nose back up to my core. "You're fucking soaked for me, princess."

He doesn't give me a chance to respond, as both his thumbs push into me, and he sucks my clit. My knees weaken, and with one hand, I grip the wall, searching for support, while my other hand buries into his hair, using it to steady myself.

I'm trying to remain quiet, not knowing how sound travels in this place or who is left here. But my efforts are futile.

It's like Massimo is trying to suck my clit right off my body, and I feel it swell. Then he starts thrusting his thumbs into me as he flicks my clit with his tongue. When he bites it, I'm released.

My sounds. My body. My soul. My heart.

Everything.

I let it all go, offering it to the man who is on his knees for me. Who has shown he has my back in absolutely everything, and who loves and cares for me in ways I never allowed myself to dream possible .

"That's it, Nova," he growls against me, working me through my orgasm that seems to go on forever as he continues to stroke and play with me.

As the intensity finally eases, he rests his head against my stomach, and I hold him to me. "I love you," I whisper.

He gazes up at me with a reverent smile. "And I love you. My enemy's daughter. My captive. My revenge."

He presses a gentle kiss to my stomach and our child nestled safely within. "My everything."