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“I’m sorry,bambolina,” he whispers.

A tear slips down my temple.I choose to ignore it.

“For what?”I ask.

“I hurt you,” he snarls.

“Yeah, and?We both know that was your goal.Maybe I found out a little later than you did but…” I shrug again.

He pulls the blankets back over me and frames my face with his bag hands.

“I’m taking you to the hospital.You’re bleeding.”

“You saw me two seconds ago, right?How I reacted to a pair of gloves?No, I’m not going to the doctor.I’m going to sleep.Leave me alone.”

He traces my features with gentle fingertips and murmurs my name.

“No, I’m not telling you why I freaked out.Maybe after I sleep for a week,” I grumble.

He sighs and rolls off the bed.I peek through my lashes, note his absence, and check under the covers.The spotting isn’t bad, just a few pinkish splotches, so I roll onto my side and close my eyes.After how much it hurt to have him so deep inside me, I’m not surprised by the blood.

As I drift into sleep, a massive, hard body presses against my back.Although the sensation is foreign, I welcome my mystery mafia man into my bed without hesitation.His arms may be hard, but they’re more comfortable—and offer more safety—than the floor.

I turn and burrow into a living shield that smells of cologne and cigarettes.

Romeo Yovanni took so much from me, but in a way, he didn’t steal anything.I had nothing.No safety, money, or a place to belong.He gave me all those things.

Sure, the path was messy, brutal, and violent, and won’t be sunshine and roses in the future either, but it’s our path.

He said he’ll never marry me.All he wants is to hurt and humiliate me.I’m his plaything.His revenge.

Fine.I’ll be all those things.All those things and more.Somehow.

Romeo Yovanni can’t get rid of me now.I’ll find a way to stay by his side forever, no matter what it takes.

He’s mine.All mine.

Chapter 12

Romeo Yovanni

I ignore the desperate pulsingof my cock and pull my soft, warm little doll tighter against me.With her arm wrapped around me and her leg thrown over my hip, I’m not sure which one of us is holding on tighter, but there’s not an inch of space between us.She lies with her head on my arm, the side of her face plastered against my chest, her breasts pillowed against my lower ribs, and her hot, slick pussy pinning my shaft to my stomach.After the horrible way I treated her, she should be running for the hills, but instead she clings to me.

I’m still struggling with the news she was a virgin.I approached every interaction with her as though we were evenly matched.The chemistry between us hid her innocence, but there were signs.So many signs.I ignored every single one.

I wasn’t in control the first time I took her.Guilt and shame pulsate deep in my soul.A quick, hard, brutal first fuck isn’t what taints her losing her virginity; it was my inability to stop myself.Hurting her from a place of cold calculation was always the plan, but injuring her because I lost control was not.

Fuck the plan.Sienna had no part in Mario’s life when he stole my bride.She’s innocent and deserves better from me.

Mario does not.My reputation is the basis of my success.He cannot remain unpunished.

But maybe I don’t have to make a brand-new plan.Adjusting and accelerating the current revenge plot may suffice.The cutthroat mafia lifestyle waits for no one.

Sienna’s stomach rumbles, but she doesn’t rouse.An idea forms.

Alan won’t agree.I reach for my phone butmia bambolinamakes a small sound of displeasure and tightens her limbs around me.I smile and cuddle closer.

I never thought cuddling could feel so good.A private place to sleep was a luxury I didn’t have as a child, so I’ve always guarded my bed.None of my sexual partners were interested in cuddling, and even if they were, I would have never allowed it.