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"Finish your breakfast, Aurelia. We have things to do today."
I stare at him for a long moment, wanting to say…something. But my mind is a jumble. All I know for sure is that if I destroy him, it's going to destroy me. Not because I need his protection or because I think he can keep me safe, but because for the first time in a long time, I feel alive.
He makes me feel alive.
This wasn't supposed to happen. And yet, it is. Terrifyingly fast.
Chapter Five
Mattia
Shopping with Aurelia is a study in frustration. As soon as we enter the shop and the old bitch at the counter looks her over in cool, perfunctory assessment, the feisty woman who has been giving me hell since last night disappears. She gets antsy.
"Not you," I snap at the woman before she can even take a step in our direction. I point at a young blonde with a smile plastered across her face. "You can help us."
The old woman huffs and storms off to the back. Like I give a fuck. She isn't coming anywhere near Aurelia.
The blonde scurries forward to assist.
"She needs a wardrobe. Whatever she wants, she gets."
"Of course," the blonde says, still smiling as she leads us deeper into the store. She rattles on, but I barely listen, instead focused on Aurelia.
She's the frightened little mouse I met last night all over again, more apt to run than to bite. When she realizes there are no price tags on anything, the situation only gets worse. She suddenly doesn't want to touch anything, as if she's afraid she'll destroy it.
I've never cared for Vincent, but I've never wanted to bring him back from the dead and kill him myself quite like I do, watching her tiptoe around the store like she's afraid she'll fuck up the place simply by being caught inside.
She should be draped in diamonds and silk, living a life of luxury. Instead, she's fucking terrified that she doesn't belong.
It's abhorrent.
When she thinks I can't hear her, she complains that this is too much, that she doesn't need clothes, and that I've lost my mind.
After three hours of this, my patience runs out.
"Wrap up everything she's looked at," I command.
Naturally, she hears me. She startles exactly like a little mouse caught scurrying along the baseboards.
"What? No. You can't do that!"
I cut my eyes at her. "Everything," I repeat, holding her gaze.
"Of course, Mr. Agostino," the perky blonde says, smiling ear to ear. "Right away."
Aurelia scowls daggers at me.
Well, at least this fucking place didn't tamp out the fire in her completely. I was beginning to wonder.
I motion her over with a crook of my finger.
She stomps toward me, making sure everyone in the general vicinity knows she's pissed. It makes my cock so fucking hard it hurts.
Something about her attitude just does it for me. She isn't a delicate flower. She has spirit and fire and isn't afraid to tell me to go fuck myself. I'd rather have her spitting venom at me than whatever the fuck the last three hours have been.
Even when she's terrified, she has a backbone. I need her to remember that. In this life, in this world, she'll need it.
As soon as she's within arm's reach, I grab her, pulling her up against my chest. My lips land against her ear. "Keep being difficult, and you'll pay for it with my dick down your throat in the changing room, topolina. You can't complain if you can't breathe."
