Her man was not as prideful though, which calmed my heart a little, but not much. There was no doubt that, after this, he wasgoing to be pulled into our world, and he did not seem to relish the idea of it. However, the Fausti blood was strong in him, and blood would go to blood. It was only natural. I would have to direct the tides, even if I could not control the entire ocean.
The little toy was brazen. She lifted her chin, turned her nose up, almost daring any of these men or women to say a word about the Fausti family, or perhaps her man. Hmm…she was attempting to be his armor in this fight. Which told me a great deal. Brando Fausti had purposely not joined the family.
“One of the greats, to be sure!” Nigel jumped in to save the plot. “Of course, I recognized the resemblance right from the go. But I did not want to be presumptuous.” Nigel turned to Nemours, nodding his head. “Fine racer. Just splendid.” He turned back to Brando. “How is the old boy?”
Brando snatched a whiskey straight from a passing server, taking a drink of fire. “Serving hard time in Louisiana. Two counts of vehicular manslaughter.”
“That is—” Nigel’s upbeat response died in his throat. He grabbed for another drink and turned his eyes away from Brando.
I smiled, even though I was trembling inside at the confirmation.
Brando continued with the ruthless truth. “Blood level of a lethal percent. Didn’t even know his name, or hers—the woman he killed, and the child she carried. I have his inmate number, if you’d like to get in touch. He’ll be there a while. He killed another inmate, adding a few more years to his sentence.”
Scarlett knocked into Brando, the little ballerina turning into a fireball as she raced toward the exit of the ballroom and to the outside balcony. Her man followed, ready to destroy anyone or anything that got in the way of him catching her.
For a woman of her size, it seemed the fire inside of her pushed her feet. She moved with grace and speed.
I followed behind them, acting as if I needed fresh air too, but the drug Olivier had given me had started to course through my veins.
He was right.
I would have fucked a banana to release the pressure. All those years I had to keep it locked inside so I’d be untouched for my husband, but after our wedding night, there was no stopping me from releasing it whenever I felt the need to.
Except.
This.
This uncertainty was stopping me.
On one hand, it seemed as if Brando Fausti wanted nothing to do with his family. On the other, I had a feeling Olivier was going to cause a fuss about the toy.
I did not follow the feuding couple out, but instead, chose to eavesdrop from the window directly behind them. She was staring out like some lost girl, and he was staring at her like he would burn the world down for her.
Ach. Sickening.
But whatever. This was not my love story,grazie.
Ah, even better—not—she was gazing up at the stars.
A toy who gazed up at the stars.
How original.
And pathetic.
Though she did have fire, and I admired that. I admired something about her—perhaps it was how she was getting an animal of a man to follow behind her as if she was pulling his leash.
A conversation began to take place.
It seemed cold at first, until he and she were blowing smoke out of their mouths, as if the temperature around them had grown colder, but their temperatures had only grown hotter.
The dress on my body felt like it was on fire, and that tingling in my ass was ramping up again. I kept imagining them touching each other, then her touching him, me touching her, and then both of us fighting over the massive cock in his pants.
There was no doubt he had one. And there was no doubt he knew how to use it.
What a waste on that toy—kind of. There was something fieryabout her that I longed to taste, but I only liked women when a man was sandwiched between us.
The toy turned to go, but Brando caught her arm. He sent her an order—look at me—because she did after he spoke, refusing to let her arm ago. When she smiled at him after meeting his eyes, I imagined angels weeping with sorrow at the pain in it.
