Oh, I’m going to kill you, wolf. I swear to fuck.
Admit it … you thought of it.
She had, and she was more agitated than ever at her wolf’s inner thoughts. But … the man was sexy.
Dominic’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t reprimand Pasquale on his approach. “You will be with Giuliana. Your only goal is to bring Heath to me.”
Excuse me?
Pasquale’s gaze touched Giuliana, his nostrils flaring for a moment, and the heat of his attention raked over her body until her nipples hardened to painful peaks. He shook his head. “I can work better on my own. I’ve tracked Heath out of pack lands.”
“I didn’t ask. You will work with Giuliana.”
Not that she wanted to work with Pasquale either, but what the hell did he mean he worked better alone? Giuliana may have been running a shop now, but she had been in the thick of things since she’d grown up at Arturo’s side. Granted, she’d had to sneak out to do it, but who’d been there when Dominic was severely wounded in an explosion? Who got chunks taken out of her hide when they had to bust Kalinda out of the Trinity Council before she took over?
Giuliana, that’s who.
Screw him and his high horse if he believed she wasn’t good enough.
“The Alpha has demanded my presence.”
Pasquale looked back at her, and everything inside her locked up and caught fire. His dark gaze was slow with its perusal of her body, from the top of her sun-kissed hair to the tips of her shit-kicker boots. She wasn’t always dressed militant, but she’d been prepared to move on Dominic’s order for Heath.
Pasquale’s nostrils flared again, and he inhaled deeply, eyes flickering gold for a moment before settling back to bedroom sexcapade instantly. Ignoring Romano and Dominic, he stalked across the room to get up close and personal. His heated breath fanned over her shoulder, sending shock waves pulsing through her system. His lips danced just a hair from her ear, and she trembled.
Open floor and sink inside.
“I can smell your arousal from here, Enforcer. Don’t push me on this. Neither of us want what this means.”
His words were barely a whisper. Even with their shifter hearing, Dominic and Romano wouldn’t have heard him, but she did. It cut. She wasn’t sure why, and didn’t want to examine it too closely either, but it forced her to suck in a pained breath.
Always, fucking always.
“Not today, Giuliana.”
“Stay where it’s safe.”
“Just finish the paperwork.”
“Heal the wolves.”
“One day, I’ll match you with a male worthy of you.”
The last had come from Arturo—a promise of mating that would have enhanced the holding of the pack. She’d always understood that, while they looked like humans, they were wolves at heart—wild and uncontainable—with the added danger of mafia life. Their packs had been bred from Born and Made wolves who grew up in the life and never turned from it.
Giuliana’s greatest asset was being a Born wolf with Arturo’s blood in her veins. No one cared about her long-dead parents. No one cared about her healing skills. They didn’t even care about her quick wit and fighting spirit. It had always been about what she could do.
It fucking sucked to think being with Dominic wouldn’t be any different.
In some ways, the man raised as her brother hurt her just as much as everyone else. And now Pasquale added salt to the wound. Giuliana pressed her shoulders back, pushing her breasts against Pasquale’s chest, and snarled at him.
“The desire for my wolf to fuck is biological, Bianchi. I go where my Alpha tells me to go.”
She didn’t give a shit about keeping her voice down. When Pasquale snarled, she caught the anger in his gaze before he could mask it. Fuck. Him. The Bianchi—more specifically their former Alpha Primo—had attempted to overthrow the Moretti Pack, and their inclusion under Dominic’s pack had been a boon from Arturo when the dust settled.
“Are you both finished?”
Giuliana only held Pasquale’s gaze a moment longer before looking at Dominic. “We are. We will coordinate and head out. All I ask is that I be given the chance to question Heath.”
