“Do you think we wouldn’t make it our business to know every single thing there is to know about our virgin, Alessia?The woman whose body we’re going to fill with our cum until she’s swollen with our child?”Nico inquires.
She gasps, her soft, cushiony lips parting in shock, and the sound unanimously seeps into our blood, coursing through our veins and disrupting our thoughts.
“But I’m a Moreno,” she cries.“My father was head of the Passero family, a family notorious for being liars, cheats, swindlers, and gamblers.Just the worst people ever.”
“We’re aware of your history, kitten,” Vince says with a smile.
“No, I don’t think you are, or you wouldn’t be saying this.You wouldn’t want me to be your virgin.You wouldn’t want to touch me with a ten-foot pole wrapped in thorns.Do you think I’m lying?”
“Not at all,” I reply.
True, her family is all that and more.A grave insult to the underground world where honor among the families matters more than it does in civilian situations.The ultimate sin of families belonging to theReale Doratois we don’t shit where we sleep.And that’s what the Moreno family did.They betrayed other families, backstabbing them in deals out of greed and running the Passero name through the mud.
And still we want her.
We didn't expect her to tell us everything.For one thing, we would never have guessed she would charge us for the information we already had, even if she didn't know it at the time.
But her strategy—coming up with her own counter-plan to her uncle's to reclaim her farm—is ingenious.It took real balls to try to negotiate with us.Men twice her size would quake in their boots at the thought of exchanging information for cash.They’d give us the information and thank us for the opportunity to speak.She surprised us in the most amusing way possible.
“Okay, tell me what you think you know.”She crosses her arms over her chest and purses her lips.
“We know that Tony Moreno is blackmailing the Vergine Selettore into making sure he sent us a Moreno virgin to aid his grandiose ideas to get back into power,” Vince says.
“Not only will Moreno be fifty million dollars richer—which is the price we were paying for you—but he planned to exploit us, using our name with our virgin,” I say, then continue.
“You see, the Vergine Selettore, or Liana as we know her, decided to come out with the truth to us, instead of falling for Moreno’s blackmail.She chose wisely.We know about her son, the one she couldn’t have as a virgin selector since she herself must remain one while in position.”
Alessia pales before us, doing her utmost not to fidget as she stands straight and proud, her eyes sparkling with confusion, fear, and that ever-familiar pride.
“She also mentioned that your uncle is blackmailing you,” Vince says softly.“About your farm.”
“Why was I allowed to come here if you knew everything?Why did you let me get so far?”
“It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still the property of the Falchi,” Nico says quietly.
“But why?Who decided that?”Her sweet voice falters even more.
“It was decided by us,” Nico replies in a tone that doesn’t invite any further questions.I can’t help but grin to myself.
“But you gave me the money.You put it into Manny’s account.He sent me a message to say he received it.I don’t understand.Why did you do that if you knew?”
“Well, because you asked us for it.You could ask us for anything right now, and we would give it to you,” I explain.
“What?Why?”
“Because you’re our virgin bride, Alessia.”
***Chapter Ten
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Alessia
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Luca’s statement hangsfrozen in the air between us, and I’m sure I’m experiencing some neurological event because my brain seems unable to unravel the meaning of his words.
A heavy, confused frown contorts my features.
