Page 46 of Revenge on the Mafia

It was all worth it because she’d tasted better than I’d imagined, and I’d imagined her ten to the power of a hundred times. Sweet. Spicy. Mine. I unbuttoned my shirt and glanced down at the blood coloring my chest. Not much damage, but it was going to be a bitch to clean up. I fumbled around looking for a cloth because I was too distracted. She tasted like a drug. One that made you feel like you were in heaven when your heart was still pumping. Finding a clean cloth right in front of my eyes, I wiped off the mess. Magda was going to be pissed when she discovered the blood on it, but I had other problems. Like curing my newfound addiction. Maybe I would find something that tasted like her in heaven. My breath hissed between my teeth when the antiseptic burned my chest. Fuck. I was going to hell. They probably wouldn’t cater to my needs. Ripping some gauze, I wrapped it around my chest. If I’d tasted her eleven years ago, I would have snatched her out of Marbella without a second thought, no matter how much I had respected Juan. Perhaps he knew that. Maybe that was the reason he sent his daughters out to the beach every time I was in his office, even after he had warmed up to me.

I had wanted her. But time and sins had kept me away. Eleven years had to pass before I tasted her. Barely. Nothing had changed. I should still be her endgame. That was the only way to avenge Juan’s death. But would it hurt if I extended my life for a bit? That taste… I traced my lip again… one small kiss had got me rock hard… I needed more of that before I let her put an end to this charade.

Three pairs of eyes followed me when I walked back into the room. All the way from the doorway to the table, where I sank into the chair and picked up my dessert. The creama catalana was good. I licked it off the spoon. But not as good as the taste of my pretty little assassin. Nothing could spoil the memory of that except for the silence spreading along the table to me.

I looked up. “What?”

“You have a spot on your shirt,” Daria pointed, eyes wide like I’d plonked roadkill on the table.

Christ. It wasn’t that bad.

“You want to wash it for me?”

“There’s a palm print on your face, too.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Stefano smothered a grin behind his hand. “Someone had their claws out.”

My pretty little wildcat. I bit back the amusement on my lips. Enzo’s gaze leveled with mine. He looked torn between wanting to shoot something and give me a hug.

“How dangerous is this maid of yours?”

Very. “I can handle her.”

“Clearly.” Stefano gave my chest a pointed look.

“Nico.” Enzo gave me the big brother look. Sometimes I forgot that behind all his derangement was a man who’d kill for his family. “You aren’t planning on doing anything stupid, are you?”

I had to keep my girl away from him. “I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t.”

He leaned back in his chair, thumb grazing his jaw as he observed me. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I think Nico should keep his maid,” Stefano said firmly. “She obviously puts him in a good mood.”

That she did.

It was like I’d lived all my life in black and white and she was the rainbow of colors splashed onto my walls. Uninvited. Unwanted. Then again, temptation never walked in with an invitation.

Because I wanted to taste more of that mood, I left my door unlocked. I could hardly wait until she tried to kill me again. I knew my little wildcat would try soon now that she got a taste for it. But this time, I was going to take what I desired, and there was only one thing I’d desired for the past eleven years.

ANNA

What kind of man even slept fully dressed? On his back, one arm folded above his head and the other rolled underneath his pillow. A subtle light to the side illuminated the bed as if it were a stage set for performance. To the side, his bloodstained shirt hung like a masterpiece on the wall.

I took a step into the room. The thud of my heart was so loud it could be the heavy, punchy beat of a bass. I hadn’t changed after the night I’d had. Besides, after I was done with him, there would be no sleep for me for the rest of the night. My bag was packed. The Uber app installed. My flight booked. This was it.

Two steps into the room, my legs shook so hard that it was a surprise they didn’t alert him to my presence. Another step. I found it hard to breathe. It felt like an iron plate shoved to my chest. Murder. I wouldn’t recommend it. It wasn’t for the faint of heart.

Another three steps and I stood at the edge of his bed. He really was beautiful. Like a sculpture a mastermind had taken a decade to create. Even with his eyes closed, he was almost too much for my weak heart to handle. I didn’t even know why I hadn’t noticed his looks until the kiss a few hours before. It should have been the last thing on my mind, but it still showed up like the annoying buzz of a wasp. I didn’t like how it had made me feel. All the more reason to finish the job and get the hell out of his house.

Black sheets draped from his waist to the foot of the bed. The madness in me wondered if he was naked underneath or fully dressed.

Why did he sleep fully clothed? Of all things, in a white dress shirt. It would stain crimson, and just the thought of it made me stumble back a step.

I wasted another few minutes watching him. Watching his chest rise and fall.

Joder, just get it over with!