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pulled out and lay down next to her, giving her a warm smile. She smiled back, feeling hope that this was the beginning of something beautiful. He slung an arm over her waist and pulled her closer, murmuring in Italian.
“Did you say you loved me?” she asked, recognizing one of the words.
He smiled wider. “No, I said it would be easy to fall in love with you.”
“Likewise,” she said, wondering whether she already had.
A crease formed across his brow. He let go of her and rolled onto his back, his eyes going to the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?” she said.
“My past.”
She placed a hand on his stomach. “What in your past?”
He glanced at her, his blue eyes now troubled. “Something I don’t want to repeat.”
“Was it bad?”
He nodded.
“Then don’t do it again.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
“What was—”
He turned and grabbed her head, smothering her question with a kiss. She kissed him back, no longer caring about the answer. Plus, his past didn’t matter—only his future, one she hoped to share.
8
Ivy parked D’s motorbike in the Santini driveway, relieved to be home, or what she’d called home for the past month and a half. She got off the bike, and headed for the front door. The guard opened it for her, the man tall and swarthy. Ivy entered the large house, feeling more tired than usual, which she didn’t understand, since she’d been getting plenty of sleep. She never ran out of energy. Her sister always complained she had too much of it, but lately she’d been finding it harder to get out of bed.
It was probably the flu or a cold, nothing important. Maybe she should get the doctor to check her out. The Santini had a live-in doctor and nurse, the father and daughter team residing in the east wing of the massive house.
She headed across the marble foyer, with its huge chandelier, and entered the lounge. A couple of Vipers were watching TV with a shirtless Alessandro—the youngest of the Santini brothers. He was twenty-seven and had even more tattoos than the twins, his muscular arms, torso, and legs covered with them. He was sitting in between the two women looking distinctly uncomfortable, probably because the man-whore didn’t know how to react to women other than having his cock inside of them. She was sick of him fucking any Viper he could get his hands on, because her and her sister had to deal with the fallout. Every day there was some sort of argument over him, one Viper trying to claim him over another. Hell, she’d even caught four of them in a brawl, the stupid wenches fighting over a man who most likely would remain a bachelor for the rest of his life. Alessandro couldn’t keep his cock in his pants, going from one room to the next, looking to get his rocks off with as many women as he could. She knew he had a sex addiction—that was obvious, she just wished he wouldn’t cause unrest amongst her sisterhood. They needed to be a united front to take the Black Russian down, not a squabbling bunch of horny bitches in heat.
Sae Ra looked up at her as Ivy passed the trio, the Korean Viper sporting a black eye. Ivy shook her head at her and headed down the passageway that led to the doctor’s quarters. There was no way she would compete with her fellow Vipers for a man, because they all knew they would suffer the consequences if they touched anyone she was interested in, and none of them were willing to do that after she’d almost killed Cyn for fucking her ex.
She stopped outside the doctor’s door, giving it a knock. It opened a few seconds later, the man standing before her an impressive specimen. Although he was in his fifties and had a headful of silver hair, he was extremely attractive—but in a cold way, Cesare a pompous SOB. She couldn’t imagine him having a pleasant bedside manner, but he certainly was nice to look at.
“How may I help you?” Cesare asked.
“I need you to check me over, I’ve been feeling unwell.”
He
“Did you say you loved me?” she asked, recognizing one of the words.
He smiled wider. “No, I said it would be easy to fall in love with you.”
“Likewise,” she said, wondering whether she already had.
A crease formed across his brow. He let go of her and rolled onto his back, his eyes going to the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?” she said.
“My past.”
She placed a hand on his stomach. “What in your past?”
He glanced at her, his blue eyes now troubled. “Something I don’t want to repeat.”
“Was it bad?”
He nodded.
“Then don’t do it again.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
“What was—”
He turned and grabbed her head, smothering her question with a kiss. She kissed him back, no longer caring about the answer. Plus, his past didn’t matter—only his future, one she hoped to share.
8
Ivy parked D’s motorbike in the Santini driveway, relieved to be home, or what she’d called home for the past month and a half. She got off the bike, and headed for the front door. The guard opened it for her, the man tall and swarthy. Ivy entered the large house, feeling more tired than usual, which she didn’t understand, since she’d been getting plenty of sleep. She never ran out of energy. Her sister always complained she had too much of it, but lately she’d been finding it harder to get out of bed.
It was probably the flu or a cold, nothing important. Maybe she should get the doctor to check her out. The Santini had a live-in doctor and nurse, the father and daughter team residing in the east wing of the massive house.
She headed across the marble foyer, with its huge chandelier, and entered the lounge. A couple of Vipers were watching TV with a shirtless Alessandro—the youngest of the Santini brothers. He was twenty-seven and had even more tattoos than the twins, his muscular arms, torso, and legs covered with them. He was sitting in between the two women looking distinctly uncomfortable, probably because the man-whore didn’t know how to react to women other than having his cock inside of them. She was sick of him fucking any Viper he could get his hands on, because her and her sister had to deal with the fallout. Every day there was some sort of argument over him, one Viper trying to claim him over another. Hell, she’d even caught four of them in a brawl, the stupid wenches fighting over a man who most likely would remain a bachelor for the rest of his life. Alessandro couldn’t keep his cock in his pants, going from one room to the next, looking to get his rocks off with as many women as he could. She knew he had a sex addiction—that was obvious, she just wished he wouldn’t cause unrest amongst her sisterhood. They needed to be a united front to take the Black Russian down, not a squabbling bunch of horny bitches in heat.
Sae Ra looked up at her as Ivy passed the trio, the Korean Viper sporting a black eye. Ivy shook her head at her and headed down the passageway that led to the doctor’s quarters. There was no way she would compete with her fellow Vipers for a man, because they all knew they would suffer the consequences if they touched anyone she was interested in, and none of them were willing to do that after she’d almost killed Cyn for fucking her ex.
She stopped outside the doctor’s door, giving it a knock. It opened a few seconds later, the man standing before her an impressive specimen. Although he was in his fifties and had a headful of silver hair, he was extremely attractive—but in a cold way, Cesare a pompous SOB. She couldn’t imagine him having a pleasant bedside manner, but he certainly was nice to look at.
“How may I help you?” Cesare asked.
“I need you to check me over, I’ve been feeling unwell.”
He
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