Page 13 of The Temptation

I’m going to fuck every crevice of that bitch when I get my hands on her, then I’ll share her with my men for the disrespect she’s shown me. When I’m done, I’ll slit her fucking throat.

Chapter 4

Romeo

Lucia and I have been locked in this damn house for over a week now, and I can feel myself slowly coming apart with each passing day. I’m like a caged animal. Every sound sets me on edge, and my fear for her safety has skyrocketed since reading that fucker’s threat.

That note was sent to taunt us … to rattle us.It worked.It shook me to my core, because I don’t doubt he meant every filthy word. It’s playing in my head on repeat, and nothing I do can wipe it from my thoughts.

I know it got to Dante as well because he’s currently turning his home into a fortress. He’s even gone as far as building a safe room for his girls. It feels like he’s preparing for war.

And maybe he is.

Maybe we all are.

There’s been radio silence from that maniac ever since, but I can’t shake the feeling that this is just the calm before the storm. He’s not going to let this go.

He’s had months to prepare, so I’ve got no idea what he’s planning or how far he’s willing to take this.

When Dante shut down his marriage to the youngestRossi daughter, it was a blow to Salvatori’s pride, and pride is a fickle bitch in the Cosa Nostra. He’ll want this union for no other reason than to save face.

From what I know, Giuseppe Salvatori’s previous wives all vanished, never to be seen again, before he conveniently moved on to the next. If he’d gotten his hands on Lucia, she would’ve been bride number five.

A cold chill runs through me at the thought of what would’ve become of her if this marriage had gone ahead.

I still don’t understand how her father could have thought it was a good idea. He knew precisely who Salvatori was and what he was capable of, yet he still went ahead and promised Lucia to him. It wasn’t just reckless; it was cruel and a complete disregard for his daughter’s safety.

That’s why we had no choice but to get her out of Italy and as far away from that sadistic bastard as we could. I can only hope it wasn’t in vain, because we’ve definitely stirred the hornet’s nest in doing so.

My biggest fear is that if that sick fuck gets his hands on her, he won’t show a shred of mercy. And if that happens, hell won’t even come close to what I’ll bring. I’ll burn this whole damn town to the ground to keep her safe.

I’ve brought Killer inside the house tonight—that’s how rattled I am by that note. There’s a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach I can’t shake, and if I somehow manage to sleep through an intruder, there’s no way they’re getting past him.

I reach for my phone on the bedside table. It’s just after 1 am, and I’m still wide awake

I roll onto my side and punch the pillow a few times in frustration, but just as I close my eyes, I hear the creak of a floorboard outside my room. My body freezes as I listen intently, and a moment later, I hear a door softly clickclosed. It has me instantly leaping out of bed and reaching for my gun.

I’m holding my breath as I stealthily move towards the door. My heart is hammering in my chest. If some fucker is in this house, he’s about to die.

The adrenaline pumping through my veins makes my hand slightly tremble as I reach for the door handle and slowly turn it.

The cocking of my gun only seems to amplify in the quiet of the night. The light is on in the hallway, so I peek out through the crack in the door, hoping not to be seen.

I’m in no way prepared for what I see. It’s not an intruder … it’s fucking Lucia. She’s wearing a skimpy pair of black underwear and a midriff camisole as she pads barefoot towards the bathroom and slips inside.

Fuck.

That sight may have been brief, but her exposed cheeks—that delicious fleshy part of her arse that I desperately want to bite—is where my gaze locked. It’s now seared into my fucking brain, and just what I don’t need. I’m already holding together by a thread.

When I hear the toilet flush and the tap turn on seconds later, I softly close my bedroom door and turn to rest my bare back against the cold wood. I definitely don’t need to see a full-frontal version of her. I already have one of those I can’t seem to forget. Her and those perky tits in that barely there bikini she wore that day by the pool.

I’ve seen enough tits to last two lifetimes, so a nice body and a decent rack doesn’t garner much more than a spared glance from me these days.

Sure, I appreciate the feminine form and a woman with curves in all the right places, but nothing has ever stopped me in my tracks like Lucia did in that damn bikini. I swear,as soon as my eyes fixated on her, I almost swallowed my fucking tongue.

I blow out a long breath when I hear her bedroom door close seconds later, clicking the safety on my gun back into place. I should tell Lucia she needs to wear more clothes to bed, but I’m only dressed in a pair of tented boxer briefs, so that would be hypocritical of me.

After sliding my gun under my pillow, I lie back down and reach for my rock-hard cock, giving it an angry squeeze. I’ve somehow miraculously managed to refrain from jacking off to images of that woman, but I can feel my resistance slipping.