Actually,nobodyunderstood why I fucked my brother,period,but that was another matter entirely. Animal attraction knows no logic.
As far as him hurting me, all I could do was quote the 1940s actress Zsa Zsa Gabor:
A man only hits a woman if he loves her deeply.
A deeply unpopular sentiment these days, but one I understood to the very core of my being.
Imagine how much he must love you if he’s willing to do what Cesare did tome.
Zsa Zsa also said,I’d rather be hit by a gorgeous man than an ugly one.
Me?
I’d rather be hit by apowerfulone…
And one I knew I could bend to my will.
Inside the mansion, I had to pick my way through unconscious partiers and half-naked whores on the ground.
Disgusting.
Like pigs had an orgy in their own shit.
Spilled alcohol and broken glass was everywhere.
There were pools of vomit on the floor and smears of bodily fluids on virtually every couch and sofa.
And the places where Cesare had shot theCosa Nostrafoot soldiers?
The bodies had been carted outside, but the most anyone had done about the bloodstains was to throw some towels over them.
It was difficult to avoid stepping in the disgusting bits – the vomit, the blood, the spilled booze – because all the windows were covered with heavy curtains to block out the sun. And the light from the lamps and chandeliers wasn’t enough to counteract my dark sunglasses.
But I wasn’t about to take them off.
Inevertook them off. Not unless I was completely alone.
So I picked my way through the charnel house and curled my lip in disgust.
Twelve hours ago, this had been a palace.
Now it was a fucking catastrophe.
But I wasn’t in this for the Amatos’ mansion. We could burn it down tomorrow, for all I cared.
I had a far greater prize in mind.
Cesare only cared about killing Dario Rosolini…
Which was what helped me nudge the tornado a few degrees to the left.
I found Cesare passed out in the library, slumped over in a leather high-backed chair, his head at an angle and slobber drooling out of his mouth.
Normally, I would have been happy to find him this drunk. It would make him even more susceptible to manipulation.
However, his pants and underwear were pulled down to his knees…
And there were lipstick stains on his limp cock.
