Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
I closed the door and leaned against it.
“Should I be concerned?” Carlotta asked from her spot in the kitchen doorway.
I raised my eyebrows. “Did you eavesdrop?”
She made an appalled face as if that was the last thing she would do. “I’m too worried about what I might overhear.”
I laughed bitterly. “Yeah.”
She came over to me slowly, her face flashing with disgust as they registered the blood on the floor.
“I’ll clean it,” I said.
Carlotta leaned against the door beside me, her shoulder touching mine. She studied my face. “Are you okay?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t really sure what I felt right now. “I’m not sure yet.”
Her brows pulled together. “Did you sleep with Nevio?”
“No,” I said, then bit my lip, my skin flaming. “It wasn’t like that.” Or did what we had count as sex? It was a form of sex, but Carlotta probably meant the classic version, not the twisted and perverted one Nevio had in mind.
“Looking at your face, I don’t think I want details.”
“You definitely don’t want them.” Carlotta would need an immediate appointment for confession if I told her what had just happened, and she’d probably ask for a new kitchen too.
“Are you okay with what happened?”
“Part of me is. Part of me definitely isn’t.”
Battista let out a cry, and I was glad for the distraction.
“It’s almost as if Nevio can sense when Battista is awake and always leaves before,” Carlotta said.
“That’s not possible,” I said as I walked into my room, where Battista had been sleeping the entire time. I got what Carlotta meant. So far Nevio’s interactions with Battista had been few and far between. They hadn’t built a connection yet, and after our conversation today, I knew Nevio preferred it that way. I knew that some fathers had a hard time building a bond with young kids, even if they’d watched them grow up from birth, but I wasn’t sure that was the case with Nevio or if something deeper and darker held him back.
I picked Battista up and pressed him to my chest. Funnily enough, I had absolutely no trouble building a connection with this little boy. Just like his father, he’d captured my heart.
Few things got my heart rate up, but Rory did, and fucking her with my knife… My heartbeat had set a new record.
I couldn’t stop grinning as I headed to fight training. I was already late because I’d been up all night, but I couldn’t care less. I really needed to get myself off. Just thinking of Rory’s pink pussy and my knife made me hard again.
When I walked into the abandoned casino that the Camorra used as their gym, I could already hear the sounds of fists making impact and the low grunts of suppressed pain.
Stepping into the vast hall with the fighting cage in the center, I spotted Alessio and Nino sparring in it.
Massimo, Giulio, Fabiano, and Davide were watching and warming up by skipping rope. Of course, Massimo immediately noticed the cut in my hand. I hadn’t bothered bandaging it yet. He stopped skipping, dumped the rope on a bench, and came over to me. “What did you do?”
The way he worded it made it sound as if I had been up to no good, which was, of course, the truth.
“Just some innocent knife play,” I said.
Massimo gave me a look that suggested I was full of crap. “Show me.”
“My knife play?”
He held out his hand with a no-nonsense expression, and I turned my hand over so he could see my palm. He prodded it without mercy, but the pain gave me nice flashbacks to what had happened, so I didn’t protest. It confirmed I hadn’t dreamed this.
He dropped my hand and stalked over to the cabinet with the first-aid kit. By now, the situation had attracted more attention, and Davide and Giulio came running. “What happened?” Davide asked excitedly. “You weren’t in bed this morning when I tried to wake you for fight training.”
I’d been outside, roaming the city, restless but at the same time strangely fulfilled.
“I got into a knife fight and had to defend myself.”
“By holding his knife the wrong way? I doubt it,” Massimo muttered. “This isn’t a cut from defending yourself against a stab.”
“Huh?” Davide and Giulio exchanged a look. By now, Fabiano had joined us too. Only Nino and Alessio were still fighting.
Of course, Massimo had to keep spewing his extensive medical knowledge. “He gripped a blade, and the cut suggests it was a sawtooth knife like his. Seems too big a coincidence.”
I sent Massimo a look that told him to shut the fuck up. While I had no problem with him knowing the details of my adventure, I definitely didn’t need Fabiano to find out. Things would get very, very tense between the Scuderis and the Falcones if he knew what I was up to with his daughter. Fuck, he might even try to put a stop to it, and Aurora would probably even follow his decision.