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"V sleduyushchiy raz eto budet tvoy glaz." Next time, it'll be your eye, I said in Russian, my eyes fixed firmly on Vincenzo. "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, and I don't care. That was hot as fuck,"
"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 eyes connected one more time with Arturo's as I made my way towards the exit. Just as I reached the door, I heard his deep, seductive voice call out to me in Russian. "Uvidimsya, kotenok," See you soon, kitten.
"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."
"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 hope you're as badass as they say. You'll need to be, to handle me."
I was a dominant fucker in bed. Not ‘Christian Grey’ kinda dominant, but a different kind. The kind that craved control, liked to give orders. I knew it, the women I fucked knew it and it was important that Illayana knew it, too. Judging by her reaction to me, she didn’t just know it—she liked it.
"Quien es la puta ahora?" Who's the whore now? I said in Spanish, my lips curving into a smile. Before he could respond, I picked up my foot and drove my spiked heel deep into his throat.
the edge of the table. She gasped in surprise. “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.”
They call me The Bratva Butcher because I’ll not only butcher you, I’ll butcher your entire goddamn fucking family. I’ll rip them all to shreds for the sins of another, and I’ll have no problem with it. Because like I said, when my family is threatened, all I see. Is. Red.”
My father gave me twenty men and permission to handle it any way I saw fit. I chose to walk right into their clubhouse dressed in my sexiest black pantsuit with my four-inch Louboutins, bitch-slapping their Prez right in the face. Before the shock wore off, my men shoved him onto the ground and held him down while I stood over him, digging my heel into his temple and pointing my gun right between his eyes.
Then there was the little fucker who thought it would be a good idea to try and rape one of our girls at Strip. I had a lot of fun dealing with that one. I cut his dick clean off and shoved it down his throat.
There truly wasn’t a stronger family bond than the one between siblings. Brothers were a gift from the heart, friends to the spirit and protectors of all.
He leant over and whispered into my ear, his deep, seductive voice sending shivers down my spine. "Ora, sei mio." Now, you're mine.
She fought just as good as any of my men would have, and it was clear that I’d been underestimating her the whole time. No more. Illayana jumped and I caught her midair, holding her tight as she wrapped her long legs around my body. She stared deep into my eyes, a serious expression taking over her face quickly. “If Gabriella touches you again, I’ll kill her.” Yep. And I had no doubt that she could do it, too.
Leaning into the knife, he gave me his signature smirk, the blade cutting into his skin. “Don’t tease me, kotenok, you know I like to play rough.”
“Tell him the King and Queen of La Cosa Nostra are only just getting started.”
