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Chapter 25

** REBEL SIMMONS POV **

I looked back at my new baby, an all black Dodge Demon SRT sitting in a sea of Dante's Italian cars. It has a Hennessy package installed, giving it 1500 HP. I've been working on it for hours, planning to install a cold air intake, turbos, a roll cage, and nitro after I'm done with the supercharger, then I'll work on increasing the torque.

I found myself thinking of Dante more than I should, and being here, alone in this garage, distracts me from the constant barrage of thoughts in my mind.

I was almost done installing the supercharger. Only a few minor tweaks to go, and it'll be complete. I bent down, getting a better view of the engine, and after a few minutes, the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the garage.

It was probably just the twins, it's about that time in the evening anyways. I ignored it, and continued at the task at hand.

The sound of heels clinking gradually got louder, halting at the side of my car. I looked up, and disgust and jealously flooded through me.

Dante was standing there with a woman attached to his hip. His hair was disheveled and his lips and neck were tinted with the woman's red lipstick. She was the typical woman a Mafia leader with no morals or values would go for: huge fake breasts, tiny waist, fake lips, and caked on makeup with long fake eyelashes. She had fake long hair and green eyes. She almost looked like me if I underwent hundreds of thousands of dollars in plastic surgery.

"Never would have thought you'd be an American muscle kind of girl." He said, his words slightly slurring, making it obvious that he has been drinking.

"What can I say? I'm not particularity fond of Italian engineering, or anything Italian for that matter." I said emphasized my words as I rolled my eyes. Venom laced every word unintentionally. The last thing I want him to know is that he successfully has gotten under my skin.

The woman glared at me, as if she was sizing up the competition. She then started to kiss his neck sloppily while glaring at me. She looked like a jealous teenager attempting to mark her territory.

"Now, if you two don't mind, I have a lot of work to do, and watching you two fuck isn't on my to-do list." I said sarcastically as I pointed the wrench in my hand towards the door.

"You could always join us?" Dante said, smirking.

The fucking nerve of this man.

"I'd rather undergo a lobotomy, but thanks for the invite." I said coldly as I leaned on the side of Dodge Demon.

"There's that sassy attitude I adore." He said, smiling a lopsided smile as the plastic woman pulled him towards the door.

They disappeared behind the large wooden door, and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. I couldn't help but be jealous of the woman he was with, not because of her looks, but because he would be hers, even if it was only for a night.

What else did you expect from the Don of the biggest Mafia in the world?

What, why the fuck do I care?

I shook off my irrational thoughts. I don't even know why Dante is still corrupting my mind. I can't even comprehend why I'm feeling this way. For fucks sake, he almost shot me between the eyes for stealing from his family. I must be the most idiotic woman on the planet to even think he's attractive or appealing in any way.

As I turned around to work on my car again, the door opened almost immediately. I groaned expecting Dante and his little toy to enter the garage again.