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Gianna's POVDante reached down and pulled his shirt over his head swiftly.His torso was all lean muscle and defined lines, the kind of body that looked like it had been carved from marble.His abs flexed as he settled back against the headboard, arms folding behind his head.A cocky grin spread across his face, the kind that both infuriated and thrilled me.He looked like a king waiting to be serviced, completely at ease while I was falling apart."Well?" His voice was smooth, taunting. "I'm waiting."Heat flooded my face, spreading down my neck and chest. "This is...""What? Too much?" He tilted his head, eyes glinting with challenge. "You came in here dressed like temptation itself, swaying your hips, pushing your tits in my face, grinding that perfect ass against my cock. Now you're shy?""You're making fun of me.""I'm not." His expression softened slightly, but the heat in his eyes remained. "I'm trying to teach you how to take what you want. Stop waiting for permission."My th

Gianna's POVI dragged myself down to the patio, every step a reminder of last night. My body was still oversensitive and ached. I'd barely slept, tossing and turning, desperately craving release.Vera was already at the table, looking beautiful in a cream linen dress. She glanced up as I approached, and her eyebrows lifted."Gianna," she said warmly. Her voice trailed off as she took me in. "You look beautiful and also... exhausted."I dropped into the chair across from her. "Good morning to you too."She leaned forward, eyes bright with curiosity. "He kept you up all night, didn't he?"My face went hot. "Sort of."A server appeared with a basket of pastries, fruit, and orange juice. The smell of warm bread made my stomach turn."Tell me everything." Vera poured juice into both glasses. "The lingerie, did he notice?"I grabbed a croissant and tore off a piece. "He noticed.""And?""And nothing." I stuffed the pastry in my mouth.Her face fell. "Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?"I

Gianna's POVWe stepped out into the sunlight, bikinis clinging to our skin. Vera handed us fresh glasses of champagne."Come," she said, leading us toward the pool area.Maria appeared beside us, gesturing toward a private cabana draped in white fabric. "Mrs. DeLuca, your area is ready."We followed her to the lounge beds beneath the canopy. The cushions were plush, the shade cool against the heat.I sank into one, adjusting the strings of my bikini.I could feel eyes on us. Men by the pool, their gazes lingering. I was not used to this. From my father's house to Dante's, I had always been hidden away.This was my first time in a bikini with so many people around.I crossed my arms over my stomach, feeling slightly self-conscious as I forced myself to relax. This was what freedom looked like, wasn't it? Even if Vera and Estelle had just told me my life would always be a gilded cage.At least after the honeymoon, Dante agreed I could go back to college and get my degree. That was some

Dante's POVBruno stood beside me, his eyes scanning the warehouse with vigilance.Crates of guns were stacked open, rows of rifles and handguns laid out inside. Roberto Navarro’s setup was high-grade and well built, boxes of ammunition, explosives, everything in bulk. My uncle was right.He was one of the largest arms dealers in Europe. My uncle’s source said Lorenzo was in touch with him, planning to buy arms to rebuild. That was why this meeting was set up, to get Roberto to turn on him.It wasn’t going to be easy or just about money. I was hoping to leverage my uncle’s relationship with Roberto and how they had been friends for years.Cesare walked ahead, his footsteps confident as he moved through the warehouse.Roberto emerged from behind a stack of crates, flanked by two of his men. He was in his fifties, with eyes that missed nothing.His face broke into a smile when he spotted my uncle, moving with the confidence of a man who had survived decades in a business where most didn

Dante's POVMusic boomed through the air, bass pounding so loud I could feel it in my chest. Roberto's pool party was in full swing.I stopped and looked around. This wasn't what I had expected. Young men, shirtless and tanned, sat on lounge chairs or stood in groups around the pool, drinks in hand. Women in bikinis moved between them, laughing.Guys were smoking cigars, talking too loudly, acting like they owned the place. It looked more like a nightclub than a brunch. Fucking great.My eyes narrowed as I caught a group near the bar raising their glasses, toasting to God knows what. One of them blew smoke at a woman who giggled and leaned closer. I wanted to leave already."There's Vera," Cesare's voice came from behind me.I turned. He was pointing across the pool toward one of the cabanas. Vera stood there in a white summer dress, a champagne glass in her hand.Next to her was another woman, dressed just as nicely, her dark hair pulled back. She was talking to Vera, smiling."That