Defiant. Sweet. Alluring.
A business deal gone wrong brought me to her doorstep.
She's everything I shouldn't want; everything I was against after watching my mother's obsession destroy her.
Still, I can't stop myself from craving her.
I should know...
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I JUST FINISHED DRESSING UP, and I was running a comb through my hair when I heard a knock on the door. It was probably one of my brothers coming to check up on me. I knew how much they were worried that the latest turn of events would affect me.
I walked toward the door and pulled it open, bringing me face-to-face with the man who murdered my father.
Without thinking, I threw myself into his arms, squeezing the living daylight out of him.
He had no idea how much he’d relieved me after killing my father. I had tears in my eyes for the first time in years when I heard the news of Papà’s death. A burden had finally been lifted off my shoulders because of him.
His arms came around me a second later as a deep chuckle spilled from his lips. “Oh, I didn’t expect that.”
I only squeezed him tighter, and when I felt like I’d shown enough gratitude, I pulled back, stepping away from the doorway to usher him into my room.
He walked in, looking so out of place in my bedroom as he plopped down on the edge of my mattress. “I take it you’re not mad at me for killing Rocco?”
I shook my head vigorously, causing him to chuckle again.
Who’d be mad that he did the world some good by taking a despicable man like Rocco Rossi out of it?
“Good. Because I’m not sorry for killing him, either.”
I almost laughed. He was ever the honest one.
“Giselle couldn’t make it. She’s still trying to come to terms with things. I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to bring her to the funeral.”
I grabbed my notepad and pen from my nightstand, scribbling a note down on it before turning it to face him, so he could read it. “I understand. I’d love to meet her someday.”
“Of course. Feel free to stop by in a week or two?”
I nodded. I scribbled on the notepad again. “Do you need anything?”
I had a feeling he wasn’t here to ask if I was okay with him killing my father.
“Who were those men?” I wrote again.
A weary sigh escaped his lips. “That’s what I’m here to talk to you about. Rocco fucked up.”
I rolled my eyes internally. When did he never?
“He made a deal with the Bratva. He signed a contract with the Pakhan’s son which states that he can take anything he wants from Rocco if he fails to hold up his end of the bargain. Your father is dead, so he can’t hold up his end of the bargain they struck. It’s a cunning move on Aleksei’s part, but we can’t fault him for using his brain.”
“What did he ask for?”
“Rocco’s shares in the family business.” A gasp escaped my lips. “But that’s a lot.”
