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Chapter 6

Author: Twwoossie
last update publish date: 2025-12-31 12:53:08

I looked up at him, with my heart hammering against my ribs .

"Do`nt tell me you already falling for me?" he says chuckling to my face.

That chuckle set my stomach on fire. As I stare at the Natalie I see her blushing towards the flooring. To save myself from total embaressment I say whatever comes to mind first.

"In your dreams Lombardi" and I roll my eyes . I raised up my hands and shoved him away .

"And for the record you are the one who ran into me" I snapped.

"Some of us value personal space" I add.

"I live here and Conti people look where they are going when they are tresspassing in my hallway" he says whislt staring into my eyes.

"Well I`m not a tresspasser I`m a guest and not to mention your father practically begged me to be here " I glared back, locking eyes with his icy stare.

I felt the Tripple B energy runnin through' my veins (bad boss bitch) I refused to let his arrogance get the better of me.

He took me in with a slow , deliberate look that made this silk feel like a second skin. But his eyes narrowed as they found the damped spot . We both stood quietly then both stared at the hem drippind a dark fluid onto the floor.

"Yo`ure a mess" he noted his voice dropping an octave."I`m a masterpiece with just a little smudge"I retorted.

I could`nt let him have the last word so I then side stepped him and headed for the guest suite Natalie had pointed out. I did`nt give him the satisfaction of a second glance and shut the door behind me.

In the bathroom , I splashed cold water onto my face and scrubbed at the wine with a damp cloth. My reflection looked back at me (fierce, beautiful, but all in all tired) . My eyes where still a little puff from the Jax issue but I covered it by adding more mascara.

" You are Jeniffer motherfucking Conti " I whisper to myself in the mirror.

"You own your own company, you dont need a cheating engineer or a cocky jeweler to tell you who you are"

When I walked out Lucas was gone. Well what did I expect anyways.

When then re-entred the dinning room I felt his eyes on me instantly. I then took my seat and listened to the converstations hapening. He was sitting opposite me ,perfectly composed and swirling a glass of amber liquid.

"Ah Lucas"Romano then boomed , his voice full of fake warmth."I was begining to think you were to busy for family traditions"

"Busy?... Yes ,but I can never be too busy for this Romano" his eyes locking on to mine over the rim of his glass.

"I was just getting reaquanted with your daughter" He says and drops his glass then continues . "shes exactly as I remembered ..........SPUKNY"

My grip tightened on my fork...... Spunky? I was Ceo not a cheerleader.

The rest of the dinner was a blur of wedding discussions and mergers. To them it was`nt just a marriage ...it was a business deal . I sat there quietly feeling like a vintage vase at an auction house while Lucas threw smirking glances my way clearly enjoying my discomfort.

By the time we left the Lombardi residence my head was already throbbing and the soaked dress did`nt help ease that.The car ride was quiet until we were halfway.

"You did`nt say much today..." Romano said whilst staring out the window .

"There was`nt much to say" I utter my short answer and look at my fingers.

"Lucas is a powerful man and he will offer stability and I hope you are looking for sellers for that sham of a company"

I bit my tounge so hard that I tasted coper.

stability ..huh.. I laughed he means control for all we know.

When the car stopped I went in to the house without glancing back. I entered my room and crashed onto the bed ,I did`nt bother to remove my makeup or wear anything comfortable. I just lay there silenty breathing in the fresh lavender . Then...

My phone buzzed. For a heartbeat I hoped it was Jax but my head knew I was just getting my hopes up for nothing. I did`nt bother waking up to grab it. I just told myself whatever needed my attention I`ll see it tommorrow. "Maybe its a long apology" my consience says.

With that I woke up without thinking twice and read the text . It was a text from an unknown number.

unknown number: Next time wear red...blends with the wine.

Whislt I`m looking at my phone confused another text comes in

unown number : Sleep tight ...Conti

That son of a ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I throw my phone across the room an slumbed myself on my bed again. Then sleep tookover.

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