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I glare at him and wipe my eyes furiously.
“Do you think this is a game? This is my life and you are ruining it. You and your stupid family.”
The right side of his lips twists into a cruel smirk. “What are you going to do about it, cry and stomp your foot?”
I feel my cheeks heat but I refuse to acknowledge it. I hate feeling helpless like this.
“You think you’ll get your way by having a temper tantrum? You’re really taking this Mafia princess thing to heart, huh?”
I stare at him, my palms twitching. I’m not a violent person but I’ve never wanted to slap the smirk off someone’s face more in my life.
He reaches out to stroke my face but I slap his hand way.
“If I want you to touch me, I’ll let you know. Get the hell out of my way.” I snap.
It’s the wrong move. I know it as soon as the words leave my mouth. Nico’s brow furrows and his eyes darken. It’s the only warning I get before he pushes me against the locked door and slams his body against mine.
A tendril of fear starts in my gut and winds its way up my spine, but I try to hold my ground.
"Do you think you’re impressive?” I hiss, my pulse hammering in my throat. “Overpowering a girl because you’re mad? You’re pathetic. Who’s throwing the tantrum now?”
He lifts my chin with two fingers, drawing my face closer to his as my heartbeat presses my chest right below his.
“Let’s get one thing clear, right away, Angel. You don’t make the rules, here. You listen to me.”
“Or what?” I growl, shaking my head to dislodge his hands. “You aren’t the boss of me.
You’re not even my real family. You’re just the dickwad I inherited when my mom shacked up with your dad.”
“Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way, princess?” he asks, gripping my chin harder.
The tears start to well again but this time, they are fueled by righteous anger. How dare he try to treat me like this! What gives him the right?
“I won’t listen to someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“Corrupt. Immoral. Wrong. Pathetic.”
He’s silent and for a brief minute, I allow myself the delusion that perhaps I’ve won. But as he lets the tension build between us – I know I won’t be that lucky.
His grip on my chin shifts to become a tightening grip around my throat.
“The world isn’t black and white, Christina. You’ll do well to remember that most of us live in the grays.”
10
Nico
She’s feisty. I’ll give her that. My little Angel has some fight in her.
Good. She’ll need it to survive in this world.
My fingers tighten around the sides of her neck with just enough pressure to watch her eyes widen with anger, fear, and lust. She squirms against me, fighting to free herself, but she can’t.
It makes my dick hard as stone.
God, she’s stunning.
