I saw the way Kira flinched from me. The way she screamed when I touched her. She didn’t do that when I put my hand on her pussy. That was before Matteo tried anything with her. I know with my gut that she’s telling the truth.
“I know she isn’t,” I growl. “I know you are. So tell me, Matteo. What made you want to rape my wife? When we’re friends? When you know she’s off-limits.”
“She did confide in me, you know. She told me that you hadn’t fucked her. I thought that was strange. Why would you, a notorious playboy, not want to fuck your own wife?”
“I’m not a playboy. I’ve had my fair share of relationships in the past but I’m not a playboy. Never have been. That’s been you, Matteo. Not me. I know Kira is a virgin. She told me. And I haven’t fucked her yet because I haven’t wanted to force her into bed with me. I may not be a good man but I’m good enough to do that. But you? You tried to rape her.”
Matteo steps closer to me until we’re toe-to-toe. “I did no such thing.”
With a snarl, I punch him square in the face. Matteo stumbles back but he only rights himself and punches me in the face next. Then we’re in an all-out fight. My fists collide with his face and body and his fists do the same to me. We keep fighting and fighting until we both end up on the floor.
My shirt is ripped and my cheek feels puffy and I know my nose is bleeding. It’s probably broken but I don’t feel pain right now. All I’m focused on is hurting Matteo.
He needs to die.
I know, deep down, that if he dies, it will make my men more upset with me. Marco Amato already hates that I’m working with the Bratva. If I kill a Mafia man, he’s going to want me dead. He might even try to turn more of my men against me. Matteo can’t die.
But I can’t let him live either.
I surge forward and slam my body against his. We roll around on the floor, taking punches and kicks. Neither one of us backing down. We can’t stop.
“Are you actually going to kill me?”
“I am,” I snarl. “You tried to rape Kira, you fucking bastard.”
“She’s lying.”
“I know she’s not.”
Matteo punches me in the gut and I have no choice but to roll onto my back with a groan. He manages to get to his feet and pulls his gun out of his jacket pocket and aims it right at my head. “You want to do this? You want to go there? You will lose, Enzo.”
“You can’t kill me. Not when I have so much power.”
He hesitates, knowing I’m right. “You can’t kill me either. So we’re at a standstill. Now go. Leave my house.”
I get to my feet and pull my own gun out of my jacket. “I could have shot you the moment I entered this house but I didn’t. Because I wanted to hear what you had to say. I wanted you to look me in my eyes. I wanted to hear the lies from your mouth. So I know I can’t trust you. We are done, Matteo. You no longer work for me. You’ll no longer receive any of the benefits of my business. This is better than me killing you. This way, you have to suffer.” I walk backwards out of his house so he can’t shoot me in the fucking back.
I drive home in a frenzy. Blood covers my hands and face.
When I storm into my house, I know what I need: Kira.
I find her on our bed, reading a book. I honestly didn’t know she had any interest in reading. There’s still so much I have to learn about her.
She startles when she sees me. “Enzo? What happened?”
“I sent a message to Matteo. He won’t hurt you again.”
“Is he dead?”
Without a word, I go over to her. Kira looks up at me with wide, vulnerable eyes that makes my cold fucking heart melt. I rip the book out of her hands.
She gasps. “Enzo?”
“I need you.” I grab her hips and draw her to the edge of the bed. Unlike earlier today, Kira doesn’t scream. She doesn’t flinch away from my touch.
I kneel on the ground and grab the edge of her pajama bottoms. In one quick motion, I pull them down, along with her underwear. “I’ve wanted to see what your pussy looks like for the past month now.”
“What about what happened? Don’t you see me any differently?”
