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Ronaldo takes a step toward Vance. “Our fathers are in denial if they think this will work. I won’t let Angotti blood taint ours. You dogs don’t even deserve a scrap of our wealth.”
I put my hands against the car to keep them from trembling. No matter how good Vance is, can he really fight a family as powerful as the Vendettis?
Vance takes a heavy step toward Ronaldo and lines up the pistol’s barrel with Ronaldo’s head. “I don’t give a fuck about your family feuds. My job is to protect her, and I will do anything to keep her safe, so if you could just fuck right off, that would be great.”
Ronaldo swallows. He surely has a gun, but he could never draw before Vance pulls the trigger. “This isn’t over, Isabella, and your babysitter won’t always be there.”
Their eyes stay on each other until Ronaldo finally drops his gaze and takes off across the busy parking lot.
“See you around,” he calls over his shoulder.
“Thank fuck.” I sigh as I lean back against the car.
Vance turns around, his glare hard and angry. Deservedly. “You could have gotten yourself killed tonight, Isabella, and yet I get the terrible feeling you still haven’t learned and you’ll still scurry off the moment you get a chance.”
“I—”
“No, don’t. You are impeding my ability to do my job. I will not lose my fucking head because of you. I won’t get killed because an immature brat had to go out and get drunk and dance and find some fucking leg to stick between hers.”
My cheeks flush. But worse, his heat-filled words warm the space between my legs. My panties are soaked. I already know that. My eyes round with a fueled desire as he holsters his pistol.
“Get in the car,” he snaps.
I sit in the passenger seat and cross my legs, enjoying the friction. “How’d you find me?” I ask.
“There are only three places I thought you’d run off to. Luckily, I checked this one first, or you’d probably be stuffed in Ronaldo’s trunk by now and the wedding would be off.”
Yeah, he’s probably right. And I hate that.
I also hate how thankful I am and how much I want to show him my appreciation with my hand. Or my mouth.
CHAPTER NINE
Vance
We drive in static silence, which is probably for the best. I’m beyond angry. When you’re a bodyguard, you tend to avoid trouble, not actively seek it out. Sometimes trouble finds you regardless, but there shouldn’t be a big neon Kidnap Me sign pointing to the person you’re protecting, which is precisely what she put above her head with her stunt.
She’s squeezing her thighs. I see it out of the corner of my eye. Those strong leg muscles flex every time she tenses. I put my hand between her thighs and rip her legs apart.
“Don’t you close those legs. You aren’t going to get enjoyment after what happened tonight.”
Her wild eyes leap to mine, as if the heat from my hand sends electricity through her. They flash with something crazed, feral.
It’s fucking hot.
But it can’t be.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say. “What you did tonight was so incredibly stupid, and I’m sure I’ll hear about it from your father. What will he think of me when he finds out I let you run off by yourself and you came face to face with one of the Vendetti brothers? Do you think he’ll let me keep my job?”
Her eyes narrow. “No.”
“Then why do it? You want someone else to be your guard? Some uptight prick? Someone who will probably hold that virginity of yours much higher than I do? You’d have no fun at all, little girl.”
“First off, you are an uptight prick. Second, you’re also the reason I’m not having much fun.” She folds her arms across her chest, and the pouty pose accentuates her cleavage.
I scoff. “You know I don’t give a flying fuck about your virginity. I’ll put my hand between your legs and please you without losing a wink of sleep over it. I’d let you rub your pretty cunt against my leg if it made you feel good, so long as it means I can stay in the goddamn house.”
She sucks in a breath beside me, which humbles me and reminds me of my rule.
