“Yes, he is,” I hissed. “When it comes to your pussy, he is. Cosimo once punched me bloody just because Imentionedyour pussy in a tease.”
“Well, there’s nothing worse you can do to him than what you already have.” Her eyes assaulted me.
Maybe I should carve out her eye so she’d learn how to look at me, so she’d fucking stop reminding me every second of the worst thing I’d ever done. “But you’re still alive. I can take it all out on you instead.”
“Why are you doing this? You brought me here to make me feel better. Why are you hurting me again? And why areyoujealous?”
Si, Don Enzio, why the fuck were you jealous?
“Didn’t you make me come the other day, roleplaying? Wasn’t that your idea?”
“It was a one-time thing because you were too sad and the doctor said you needed happy things to get better…for Mario.”
“I see.” She eyed my hard-on. “One-time thing. And only for Mario. My bad.”
“You stupid bitch. You think you have some sort of power over me?” I snorted.
“I didn’t say anything.” She batted her eyelashes, all fucking innocent and cute. My ass.
“Porcona!” I banged the wall again and stepped back, pulling my shorts up. “Get the fuck out of my face before I rearrange yours.”
Chapter30
Bianca
The first thing I was going to do when all was done with the Lanzas was going to therapy.
Not just because of all sorts of abuse they made me suffer.
I loved a murderer who had no problem killing the people I cared about or kidnapping me just to have me. I was turned on by every act of pain he inflicted upon my body, and every mindfuck he played on me to make me his forever.
Cosimo Lanza owned me even after his death. He’d left his mark on me to the point that I’d let his killer, the man I loathed and pictured torturing to death multiple times a day, my husband’s twin brother, touch and fuck me just because he was the spitting image of Cosimo.
And the worst part was my body liked how Enzio was more fucked up than his brother. His abuse, his jealousy, his possessiveness, his twisted version of overprotectiveness. If he made all that effort to protect a woman he hated, if he gouged out the eye of one of his own people for her, how fierce would he be for someone he actually loved?
Why I thought that was hot, why I’d let it mess with my mind, my feelings, was the real reason I needed therapy.
I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my body as I stepped into the cabin bedroom. I stopped short when my eyes collided with Enzio.
Bent over with his elbows propped on his knees, his hands clasped under his chin, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist himself, he stared at the floor. Something about the way he was deep in concentration and awfully quiet set my pulse to skitter.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he said finally.
My heart raced faster. His head lifted, his honey eyes dark and glowing at the same time, so feral, so beautiful. I couldn’t help staring into them, losing myself in there for a moment or two. Then I let out a shaky sigh. “What deal?”
“You want Cosimo. I’ll give him to you.”
“You will?” I asked in disbelief.
He nodded once.
I gulped. “In exchange for what?”
“A promise.”
My brows hooked, confusion taking over me. “To do what?”
“To move on. I’ll give you Cosimo so you will forget him. So you…can be mine.”
