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His tongue massages mine in a way that makes tingles engulf my entire body.
His lips nip at mine, leaving me completely breathless.
Just as quickly as he initiated the kiss, he pulls away from me.
My mind is a frazzled mess, my heart pounding against my ribs.
When I open my eyes, it’s to see Damiano climbing to his feet. Adjusting his jacket, he asks, “Can you handle a gun?”
Huh?
I shake my head, absolutely confused out of my ever-loving mind.
“It’s a problem that can be fixed.”
Not understanding, my voice is hoarse when I ask, “Why is it a problem?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he mutters before stalking out of the room.
What?
Still in a daze from experiencing my first kiss, I blink at the doorway.
What just happened?
Damiano just kissed the hell out of you and walked away like it didn’t mean anything to him. That’s what happened.
I lift my hand slowly until my fingers brush over my tingling lips.
Was he testing the waters to see if he felt attracted to me?
The way he abruptly ended the kiss has worry pouring into my chest.
What if he didn’t feel any attraction and decides to send me back to my parents?
No. Anything but that.
Chapter 15
Damiano
It’s been a week since I kissed Gabriella in the sunroom, and even though I’ve made up my mind, I haven’t been home since.
Work has kept me fucking busy, and then Dario’s woman got kidnapped. It’s been one shit show after the other.
I met Dario’s girlfriend at a ballet show earlier tonight and could see how much he already loves her. He’s fallen hard and fast, and if we don’t get her back, I have no idea what it will do to Dario.
The drug dealers that grabbed Eden right from under our noses are either fucking stupid or brave. I don’t know Eden at all, but you don’t touch a capo’s woman and life to tell the tale.
Angelo, Dario, and I are sitting in a helicopter while Carlo flies us toward a yacht where girls will be sold as sex slaves.
Dario got the lead on the black market, and I can tell my friend is about to lose his shit. The only thing keeping him in line is the authority I have over him.
When Carlo lands on the helipad of the supersized yacht, Angelo gets out first before Dario follows. I’m last to step onto the deck and notice a man approaching us.
“We weren’t expecting a fourth party,” the man says.
Carlo comes to stand beside me, his weapon already drawn as he fold his hands in front of him.
