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"Intelligente e bella." Smart and beautiful, Alessandro said in Italian. "I preferisco mortale." I prefer deadly, I replied in Italian. I watched in amusement as all three of the De Luca men looked at me in surprise, their jaws dropping open. They hadn't anticipated that I could speak their native tongue. My father always thought it was important to know your enemy. And how can you know your enemy if you don't speak their language?
I could tell straight away she wasn't anything like the other women I'd dated. She was a fighter. A warrior. A soldier. Even though I could see she was armed, it still surprised the fuck out of me when she pulled a blade from her coat and threw it at Vin.
He might not have known it, but the second she walked into that room, she was mine.
"Don't be an idiot," I heard Nikolai reply. Great! They're both fucking out there. "You know we monitor that shit." They fucking what?! "Calendar says it's still two and a half weeks away.” "Right. Right." I could just imagine Lukyan nodding along. "I forgot that we started doing that after she tried to burn me with that blowtorch. Damn Shark Week," he grumbled.
"And I'm not like every made man. I know exactly who you are, exactly what you're capable of, and it only makes me want you more."
He raised his hand slowly and wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezing slightly, making heat curl down my spine. Want and need blazed inside me, right through me down to my core. "I don't want a docile woman, a weak woman. I want a queen. A woman to help me conquer and rule. A woman who will stand by my side, not cower behind me.”
"I've never seen a woman—a beautiful woman, at that—throw a knife with such precision."
"I hope you're as badass as they say. You'll need to be, to handle me."
Dimitri held a hand up in the air, halting me. "I suggest you talk with your fiancé first, Arturo. It is never a good idea for a woman to go to bed angry. Especially a Volkov woman." Aleksandr, Nikolai and Lukyan all started nodding enthusiastically, like they had firsthand experience with an angry Volkov woman. Hell, they were probably fucking experts. "Good idea."
“Because that’s what you are. A vicious little kitten that will claw my eyes out the second I piss you off,” I whispered over her lips. “And I fucking love it.”
Over six-and-a-half feet of pure, masculine strength and energy. And it was all mine.
His voice was deep, rough. The huskiness of it was making me even hotter. Not to mention the fact I had a serious weakness for dominant men. Men who weren’t afraid to take control.
They kept women out of the business side of things just as much as the Cosa Nostra did. They didn’t think women were a threat. That would be their downfall.
“Tell him the King and Queen of La Cosa Nostra are only just getting started.”
