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Until he stepped in front of the gate.
Then I stopped.
Dead.
This time, I was prepared. I dropped the body brush on the ground. “What do you want?” I asked my father.
He had a smug-looking smile on his face, and it made me want to dropkick him right here in the stable.
“I work here now, Bella. Thought I told you that last time. Before one of your hot shot billionaires interrupted our little visit.”
I spoke in a calm voice. “You need to quit and get the hell out of here,” I told him in a calm voice. Which was the exact opposite of how I was feeling.
His slimy smile grew, and he stepped closer. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, Bella. Not now,” he took another step, “not ever.”
I carefully shuffled backward. Carmen let out a loud neigh like she knew the man in here was a dirtbag. Probably because he was.
“I’ll scream if you don’t leave me alone.”
My father let out a disgusting little laugh that sent chills up my spine. “You do that, daughter of mine,” he leaned a bit and squinted his eyes, “and I’ll have to tell your billionaires exactly who you are.”
I straightened up and stared at him. “Maybe I don't care what you tell them.”
My father’s shoulders shook. “Oh, you care, Bella. I’ve seen you with them. Watched Carlo fuck you from behind the other day. Right out in the goddamn open. Jesus, girl.” His face twisted with revulsion. “Never thought you’d spread your legs for another mafioso. And not just anyone—Carlo fucking Sovrano, the new king.” He cocked his head to the side. “Or at least he will be when Marcello keels over. From the looks of it that won’t be too far off.”
If someone had thrown me into a pool filled with ice water, I wouldn’t have felt any more shocked.
Did he just say—
Yeah.
He did.
Carlo was in the mafia?
That couldn’t be.
But just in case—I wasn’t going to ask my father about what he’d just said. This was not the time to clarify my fiancé’s choice of jobs.
“What do you want from me?” I asked with absolutely no emotion in my voice at all. I didn’t want him to get even a hint of how much he’d rattled me.
He crossed his arms and smirked. “Well, the way I see it,” his eyes looked me up and down, “you’re fucking two of the deadliest mafia men in the country.”
My guts tightened and I found it hard to breathe.
“So, you’ve got a lot to give. I see they’ve put good money into you. New tits, cheekbones, and other shit rich assholes care about.”
I concentrated on breathing and didn’t think twice about discussing his assumptions. I mean, he was right. I had changed a lot of things about my body and my face when I started working for Ilona.
He didn’t need the ins and outs of all that, though. The less we spoke and interacted, the better.
“You want money,” I blurted out the obvious.
His grin doubled in size. “Good guess. You always were smart. That’s why I didn’t fucking believe it when word came out that you’d been spotted hanging around the Sovrano brothers. That was one stupid fuckin’ move, Bella. What do you think Sergio’s going to do when he finds out?”
Just the mention of Sergio’s name made me instantly want to vomit. And imagining him finding me at all made me want to instantly go into hysterics.
“How much do you want?” I asked, completely bypassing the other horrifying things he’d said. I’d deal with that later.
