Yet I’m pissed that he’s dead. BecauseIwant to kill him.
He tried to traffic my intended,I think, staring at her pretty blonde hair. I want to comb my fingers through it, see if it’s as soft as it looks. Purr for her as I hold her. Nuzzle her slender neck.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Smells like brown sugar and honeyed chocolate. I think maybe that’s me altering her scent a little. I like that. It’s as though I’ve already claimed her as mine.
Mmm,biting her will be fun. I can’t wait to mark her.
But first, she needs to understand a few things. Because clearly, we did not get off on the right foot.
“I’m not interested in touching Widows Peak,” I say against her ear, aware that she seems to be under that misconception.
She trembles in response but doesn’t speak.
“I don’t want to hurt your friends,” I add, ensuring we are clear on this. “And while your family may piss me off on occasion, I rather like Giovanni and have no desire to harm him either.”
I purposely don’t mention her father… since he’s dead.
Alas, I don’t have the heart to share that news with her.
I almost did when she said her father would kill me if I hurt her. It was an intrinsic response, one that very nearly rolled off my tongue.
However, sadness overwhelmed me in the next moment. Sadness for her. Sadness that she doesn’t know about her father’s death. Sadness that I would be the one to tell her.
I don’t want to break her heart.
I want to protect it. Cherish it.Earnit.
Not crush it.
Fuck.
I nearly bend my head to take in her sweet aroma, to calm my raging pulse by simply hugging her.
But I don’t.
Because she’s not truly mine.Not yet.
“We are heading home to New York City,” I go on, trying to placate her with the facts. “You will be staying with us for the foreseeable future. And Widows Peak will remain untouched.”
I don’t elaborate on that last part, purposely pairing the sentences together. There’s an impliedif you cooperate, I won’t bother with Widows Peakin my statements.
In truth, I have no desire to alter the town she’s built. I’m more entertained by her stealing my money than I am angry.
We came here for her. And her alone.
She’s ours.
The fact that she’s our scent match just makes our intended claim that much more powerful.
Giovanni is already aware of our intentions, too. I sent him a missive an hour ago, informing him that his sister is now mine to care for. It was a necessary action on my part, as he was about to learn the truth anyway from Aurora’s bodyguard. He would no doubt see us taking her and report back. I figured it would help to get ahead of the problem.
Of course, that didn’t stop Giovanni from calling me right before Noah and Aurora arrived.
“What the fuck are you doing, Ferraro?” he demanded as soon as I picked up the phone. “Don’t touch my fucking sister.”
I calmly explained that I didn’t answer to him and that I would absolutely be touching his sister.
It was the wrong thing to say.
