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“My goals and dreams do not end because of him. I’m still my own person. I want things for myself that are not just him.”

“You want him?”

I scoff. “I did not say that.”

“You did. You so did. Oh my God, you want the big bad mafia boss, don’t you? Is he hot? I’ve heard rumors.”

“He’s…” gorgeous. “He’s okay. In a serial killer kind of way, if you’re into that.”

She chuckles. “You like him. In some twisted way, you like him.”

“I do not. There is nothing to like. He’s demanding, controlling, selfish, domineering, stubborn, and I do not like those qualities.”

“You forgot hot.”

“It’ll take more than good looks to win me over, you know.”

“Listen, I need to go to my next class, but be careful, Delilah. This isn’t some guy from college. This is a man who makes a living making people bleed. He runs drugs and weapons. He gambles. He wins. All the stories we have heard are true. If you find yourself attracted, just remember that.”

“Believe me; I won’t forget.”

“Okay.” She doesn’t sound convinced. “Love you. Keep me updated. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“Love you too.”

I drop my phone and cover my eyes with my hands, wondering how deep a grave I’ve dug myself.

I’m not sure how long I lie there, but I fall asleep, and when I dream, much to my dismay, it’s Carmine who takes over my subconscious.

I want to call myself crazy, but if I’m honest, I’ve always been lured by darkness.

Chapter Three

Carmine

When I got the contract from my lawyer, I first read it to make sure he didn’t miss any terms. Pleased with the outcome, I fold it into an envelope then left it on the middle of my desk.

I need to run an errand.

After grabbing my blazer from the back of the chair, I slip my arms through the sleeves. While I button my cufflinks, I stare out the bay window overlooking the garden, and I dream about playing with my son or daughter.

A dream I should not have.

But I want it regardless.

Tugging the lapels of my suit, I head out of my office in search of Gianni but instead ran into Matias and Aristide, my younger twin brothers. Ari wipes his hand on a handkerchief, staining it with blood.

“Caleb is taken care of,” Matias informs me, unbuttoning his ruined shirt.

“Will you do that in your rooms?” I don’t want Delilah to see them. They are closer in age, and she might find herself wanting one of the twins. I know they enjoy threesomes, and that isn’t something I want Delilah to be exposed to.

She’s mine.

Ari’s lips twist in a wicked smirk, his eyes firing with questions. “Why, brother? This is our routine.”

Before I could answer Ari, Gianni exists in the hallway leading to my wing of the house. “Delilah has been quiet in your room, Carmine. I’m not sure what she’s up to. I haven’t unlocked the doors.” Gianni exists in the hallway where my wing is.

“Delilah?” Matias questions. “A woman in your room? Since when?”