“Never would have happened,” Lorenzo snarls, lurching to the fridge for another beer.
Una smirks. “Maybe. Maybe not. In that case, Tommy was my back up.” She winks at me. “Heartbroken over Giovanna, he would have naturally fallen for the woman who’s been ingrained his life all these years.”
“If you really think that’s possible, you don’t know me at all,” I growl.
Una shrugs then grimaces at Berto, a mass of brains and blood on the floor. “I wasn’t counting on him sending videos to you. But that was my fault, I guess. He was inspired when I showed him that video of you fucking Giovanna and coming on her face that you sent to Antonio—remember that, pet?” She winks at Giovanna. “Berto was very impressed. I have to say, after personally catching the live show last night when Tommy choked you out with his cock? Chef’s kiss. I get the attraction.”
Antonio looks pained as he stares at Giovanna, but his lip twitches into a sneer when he flicks his gaze to me and finds me glaring at him.
Una notices the two of us, and laughs. “Oh, boys, stop. You know, I couldn’t have gotten away with any of this without your shared obsession with this little girl’s pussy. Which I don’t get. You’re so passive, pet. In my experience, men like it when you’re a bit more aggressive. But I guess you don’t need my advice.”
“Why the fuck were you on my phone?” I snipe, edging forward so that I’m again blocking Giovanna from Una.
Una’s brow furrows. “I was always on your phone. It was mostly business: setting reminders, managing emails, that sort of thing. But it was easy to go through your personal things as well—videos and pictures, emails, texts, contacts. Did you know I blocked Giovanna’s number on your phone years ago?”
I’m trying hard to stop the hurricane-force winds of rage bellowing below my rib cage from propelling me into action, when Lorenzo lets out another dry laugh.
“Please. I blocked his number across her devices after they split up when her phone broke. I pay for everything; you think I wasn’t monitoring their communication?”
“Oh Lorenzo, all she had to do was get on a different plan, and that no longer works. Thinking things through was never your strength.”
His jaw ticks. “And were you thinking things through? How was fucking her boyfriend—the one I wanted her to be with—helpful? He was supposed to be her husband!”
Una looks surprised. “You didn’t seem so invested in the sanctity of marriage when you fucked me in your wife’s bed or bent me over her dining room table.”
Giovanna trembles with rage behind me, and I reach back to grip her arm, grounding us both.
Lorenzo snarls as he turns up his beer, but doesn’t respond.
“Oh, Lorenzo, don’t be mad, darling. I fucked him to get information on Giovanna when the pictures came out of her slapping Tommy. The look on Tommy’s face in those pictures—he was so clearly lovestruck, I knew he would never let her go.”
I grind my teeth, squeezing Gi’s arm harder. Fucking right I’ll never let her go.
“You used me, you used Antonio, you used Berto—”
“I didn’t use anyone! You hired me because your shitty brother needed you to save his ass after he fucked me. Antonio pursued me because he wanted to punish you for taking Giovanna. And Berto…well, Berto was just happy to be included.”
Antonio glances at Una sharply over his shoulder as Giovanna edges slowly out from behind me.
Una smirks. “Oh, don’t act like it’s not true. I had to suffer through hours of your complaining about Tommy and Giovanna. You were obviously in love with her.”
Antonio’s gaze is anchored on Giovanna, and I step in front of her again, blocking his view.
“Enough,” I bite out. “What is it you actually want, Una?”
She waves the gun like she’s waving me aside. I don’t move. “What I’ve always wanted: Lorenzo. He promised me a ring, a new life, but he’s dragging his feet.”
Lorenzo slams his beer bottle on the counter. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you deluded cunt? I stopped fucking you a long time ago.”
“Lover’s quarrel, pet, nothing more,” Una purrs. “You just needed some motivation. I saw an opportunity when Aurelio kidnapped Giovanna and Antonio refused to impregnate her; Berto was more than willing to help me accomplish my goals.”
“I believe I made it quite clear that you were nothing more than a whore I was fucking,” Lorenzo spits.
“Bold way to speak to a woman holding a gun. But yes, I was your whore. I enjoyed the role. However, whores get paid, andImade it clearthat my bill would only be satisfied when I had secured my place by your side, officially your wife.”
“You could never replace my wife,” Lorenzo snarls. “Catarina is a queen. You’re nothing but—”
Una snorts. “A whore, yes. We all heard you. But your queen, you undermine at every turn, sneaking around to get your needs met. When I am by your side, you can do whatever you want. You won’t have to sneak around and lie to me. We will be true partners, since I truly do not care where you stick your dick.”
