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Chapter 22

"You think you're in control, baby cousin, but you're not," Salvatore chuckled as he lifted the plastic teacup, putting it to his lips as he took sips of the imaginary tea that Benedetta made for us.

I clenched my jaw, wanting to throw this plastic table over and watch it hit him in the face but I held back because Benedetta wouldn't be the least bit impressed and would probably chew my ear off, "Salvatore go enjoy some of your American whores," I told him, responding to him in French so that Benedetta wouldn't understand.

Salvatore liked many women but he had this unhealthy obsession with American women. He's always told me they were really nothing special, he just liked to use them as he desired because they were much easier to bed than women from anywhere else in the world.

"Who says I won't?" he replied, speaking in French German. That's what happened whenever he and I talked in front of other people, w

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