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“It wouldn’t have made any difference,” he scoffed. “Once a traitor…” He would never have forgiven her—still couldn’t—but he would have been there for his daughter. He would have never let another man do his job for him. Especially not when that man was Lorenzo Morelli, who had done a piss-poor job of it.
“I didn’t look you up for myself,” she said, pulling the comforter closer, as if trying to protect herself. “All I wanted was for you to know you were going to be a father. I wanted my girl to…” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore. When I opened your door, you were screwing my cousin.”
He looked up to see her jaw was set. There was a barely-veiled fury in her eyes she tried to hide by looking down. Whoever said revenge was a two-edged sword had been wrong. It cut one way and felt damn good when you weren’t the one bleeding. He relished in her pain. She always had a jealous streak. Clearly, he’d hurt her that day by sleeping with her cousin. If she’d even felt half the pain he had on that day he saw her marrying another, he’d die a happy man.
“She was a good lay,” he said, pouring salt on her wounds. Truth was, he could barely remember fucking Giorgia. All he knew was that she’d been coming to his apartment every week to “console” him. He’d been drunk as a skunk when he finally caved in.
When Elena’s lips thinned but she didn’t take the bait, he added, “I like it when a woman knows how to please a man. It’s why I don’t fuck virgins anymore.”
This time, her blush wasn’t from the fever, he just knew it. With a deep sigh, he sprawled back onto the chair next to the bed and put a dreamy look on his face.
“And the way she could suck…”
Elena launched herself at him with a battle cry. Her fist almost connected with his eye.
“You bastard!”
In an attempt to keep her claws from his face—she was trying to scratch his eyes out—he pushed her hands behind her back. Then she head-butted him and they went down. Hard.
Before he knew what hit him, teeth sunk into his earlobe. He could feel a warm trickle of blood slide down his neck.
“Dammit!”
He grabbed her arms and interlocked their legs, until he had her on her back, with him looming over her.
“I hate you!”
“Right back at ya!” he spat as he held her down. During their fight, her shirt had crawled up, exposing her belly. Her nipples were hard. A sheen of sweat coated her forehead, but his eyes fixated on the pebbles that were close to his mouth. He didn’t have the chance to taste them the other day. Spreading her legs, he settled between her thighs.
Hazel eyes flashed an unholy light. “Don’t even think about it.”
It was all he thought about. And why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t enjoyed their little fuck session in the cellar. She might hate herself afterward, as did he, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it when he was inside her.
One could even argue Elena owed him a kid. That crazy idea hit him like a lightning bolt, empowering him. Suddenly, he knew exactly what he was going to do. The solution to his rages had been right in front of him all along; the only thing that would ever satisfy his need for vengeance. The only thing that could give him closure. A million things went through his head, but he shelved every one of them.
Right now, there were more pressing issues, and his cock wasn’t one of them.
He rolled off her and hauled her up. Then he unceremoniously pushed her onto the bed. This time, she didn’t protest, but dropped like a log. She looked pale and she shivered as she crawled back underneath the covers.
“Go away,” she snubbed.
Like he was going to let her call the shots around here. Not happening.
“Pedro Morelli came after Vicky tonight.”
Elena’s eyes snapped open. Yeah, that got her attention.
“You found her? Is she okay? Please tell me she’s safe. If Pedro—”
“He’s not gonna lay a finger on her.”
“But—”
He rounded up on her, his nostrils flaring. “What? You questioning my ability to protect my own daughter?”
She blinked. “Of course not. I wouldn’t have sent her to you if I didn’t think you could protect your own.”
He saw genuine truth in her eyes and that placated him somewhat. Unlike his daughter, Elena did believe he would do anything for his daughter.
