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“No.” I glance around as I play dumb. “I saw it on the couch before.”

She walks out looking for it. “I can’t see it.”

“Did you knock it under the couch when you got up to answer the door?” I call. I pour two glasses of wine and walk out to see Anna on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as she looks beneath the couch.

My eyes linger on the round peachy ass and my cock clenches in appreciation.

“Oh, here it is.” She leans back onto her knees and smiles up at me with big brown eyes, my eyes drop to her lips as I imagine them around my cock and I snap them away. Something about telling Carlo that I’m going to fuck his girl has brought with it a new thrill.

A ticket to heaven that now feels even more excitedly forbidden.

“You hungry?” She smiles innocently up at me; the curve of her neck catches my attention.

“Starving,” I whisper, distracted.

I sit down onto the couch beside her and pass over the plate. “Smells good.”

“It does.” She smiles softly, she takes a big bite of her pizza and cheese dribbles onto her chin.

Fuck…. Lock it up.

Focus.

ANNA

I sit on the floor beside the coffee table, Valentino and I are watching an old movie called Body Heat. The lights are off, and the room is lit only by the television.

And with every hour that Monica doesn’t call or text me, I pour us another glass of wine.

My eyes roam between the screen to lingering on the specimen sitting on my couch.

Valentino’s thick quad muscles are visible beneath his suit pants. The way he sits is just so….

A giant of a man, so tall and powerful that his presence takes over the energy of any room he walks into.

Carlo’s words from earlier float through my mind: You accept them, but you won’t accept me?

Is that true?

If I hated criminals, what am I doing here right now? Who are the guards outside my apartment protecting me? Do I really hate criminals or is he right and I have just chosen a side?

Good or bad, or is it evil and evil? Two sides of the same coin.

Valentino is a bad man who does bad things, and yet…I’m not scared of him.

But maybe that’s just because he hasn’t betrayed me yet.

Would he?

If I were ever with him, would he have left me here…?

No, Valentino would never betray his family. Ferrara blood may as well run through his veins.

“Sit back,” he says.

“What?” I glance over.

“Sit back against the couch and relax, you’re so uptight.”