Corrupting Lily

Chapter 20

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Dominico

Lily. She is all I can think about as I sit in a room full of testosterone, the cloud of smoke hanging heavy in the air. I usually liked the stuffy feeling, like an invisible ghost sitting on my chest, threatening to steal my last breath. But not today. Today, I want to breathe in vanilla and jasmine. Fuck.

"Enough. Push out tonight's delivery and get the name of the night shift manager for the South Shore docks. Look into his finances so we can get an idea of how much will buy him. We will reroute some of the shipment there."

Grumbles and nods are followed by a mass exit as the men head to the dining room, lunch past overdue.

"You coming?" Nero asks, hovering in the doorway.

"Probably not when he hears Lily is in the gym, getting self-defense lessons from Elio." I squint my eyes at Dante, who laughs and holds his hands up defensively.

"Don't shoot the messenger. I just watch the cameras."

Fuck. Elio is my nephew. Our good looks run in the family, and he was no exception. Not to mention his charm. He could break up even the most stable relationship with just a flash of his winning smile.

Both men move out of my way as I storm out, with Dante's laughter following me down the long corridor toward the gym at the other end of the mansion. When Matteo, standing by the door, sees me, he mutters that he told Elio this wasn't a good idea, but you know how stubborn he could be and that no one listens to him.

I enter the gym, with him not far behind.

I follow the noise towards the back of the gym, to the mats. Elio has his arms around Lily, dressed in black tights and a cropped white T-shirt. He is holding her in a chokehold while he explains to her how to get out of it. While she cannot see his expression, the smirk on his face tells me he loves the interaction way more than I like.

"Fuck," Matteo mutters as I storm towards them.

Lily catches sight of me in the mirror as I approach, her eyes wide as I grab Elio around his neck, pulling him backward so that he releases Lily.

She stumbles, nearly losing her footing, but fortunately, Matteo is there to grab her hand and steady her.

"You know me well, nephew. So how did you think this was going to be okay?" Instead of fear or even a bit of remorse, the shit dares to smile.

"Well, I haven't sparred with you in ages, and I thought this was the best way to entice you. I was right."

I tighten my grip on him, my height, size and power unmatched.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I wanted to learn. He was doing me a favor. Please don't kill him. Please."

Lily looks so distraught that we both burst out laughing, effectively taking the edge off my anger.

"He is my nephew and running my shipments, so I won't kill him. Yet. But if he touches you again, there is no guarantee." I release him from my grip, and he lands with a pleasant thud on the mat. He was lucky he was an integral part of my operations, or else my threat to kill anyone who touches Lily would be realized.

"Your nephew. Ahhh, I can see the resemblance. You two are both so..." she blushes as she looks from Elio to me, struggling for the words and trying not to offend me by saying that Elio is attractive. Now, I might actually have to kill him.