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FaustI saw her pretend to sleep next to me on the plane. She thought I wouldn't noticethe racing pulse at the base of your throat? Clearly she was awake, but I let her have it. She was upset enough. It would take time to win her over again.But I would. What she and I had together was too strong, too wild to deny.Did Enzo hurt her? I had no idea how she suffered at the hands of my enemy, except for the picture of her on her knees, a damn gun in her mouth. D'Agostino would pay for this a thousand times over before I broke up with him. Was there anything else? I needed to find out what happened during his captivity – not just to punish Enzo, but to offer him support and comfort.I examined her as best I could, but saw no bruises or cuts. No welts or broken bones. Maybe the damage is where I can't see it. My blood ran cold at the thought. Did Enzo rape her? Or harmed my child in some way?“Stop looking at me,” she murmured. - It is scary. And stop moving. I'm trying to sleep.— Cazzat
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FrancescaHe was carrying me around the house. I tried not to think about how good Fausto felt touching me, the warmth of his chest enveloping me after all this time. This was a slippery slope, and there was no way I was signing up to do that ride again.My body's reaction to him irritated me. “Put me down,” I snapped. — You're still covered in blood and sweat.- No.I thought about smashing this cake in his face, but I decided not to. Although I found it satisfying, it would be a waste of a large cake.When we reached the top of the stairs, he turned left instead of right, walking toward his wing of the castle. - Where are you going?You went the wrong way.— You will stay with me from now on.I was unnerved. — I want my own room, Fausto.— You will stay here with me.Not God. Please, anything but that. Being close to him, smelling him. There would be no relief for my long-buried feelings. I grabbed the fork from the top of the cake and held it like a weapon. —My own room, or I swear
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FaustI descended the dungeon steps, a familiar calm washing over me as I descended below ground. Maybe it was more detachment than calm, but I appreciated it anyway. Down here, there was no need to hold back. Instead of fighting the demons from my past, I could let them rise up and take over.Enzo D'Agostino was about to witness this transformation firsthand.I was almost ten years older than Enzo. He hadn't seen me at my worst when they started calling me il Diavolo. He would learn, though, starting tonight.Marco, Giulio and several guards were leaning against the stone. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, Giulio watched me attentively, his face tired and skeletal. When did he start smoking? I did not like. Vices made men weak.I couldn't stop to lecture him now, though. Besides, I had already asked him to give up enough. Maybe I should skip the cigarettes. A tentative truce was called between us while planning to get Francesca back, and I hated to see it broken.Looking at Marco, I
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FaustMid-morning, I arrived in the kitchen to find my son and wife laughing over coffee and cornetti. It was almost as if the horror of the last month hadn't happened. I felt a smile tugging at my mouth. Things would soon go back to the way they were, including Francesca fucking me.Their laughter died down as I made another espresso. But I had other things in mind. I was exhausted. Enzo hadn't broken yet, but he would. I had given him a lot of grief last night, enough to last for days.Still, my mood was light. My dolcezza was back under my roof where she belonged.We should go,” she said softly to Giulio. — I don't want to be late.That made me turn around. —Where do you think you're going this morning?His right eye twitched, but his voice remained monotone. — To the obstetrician, Fausto.- I'll take you. — My day was full of calls and reports, but I would push them to do that with her. For her to forgive me, we had to spend time together.— You're going to take me to the doctor.
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Faust“This must be the lovely Francesca,” my cousin Toni exclaimed, walking forward. He kissed both of Francesca's cheeks. — You are as beautiful as I heard.“Thank you,” she said, then looked at me for an explanation.We had just arrived at one of the restaurants I had in Siderno after my appointment with the obstetrician. I didn't like how thin she was, and the doctor had expressed concern about the amount of weight Francesca had lost. Although the baby was perfectly fine, the doctor had encouraged Francesca to eat more than she could handle. So I decided to bring her to lunch, also inviting Toni to discuss business. He had been pestering me for an in-person meeting for months. Two birds, one stone.“Meet Antonio, my cousin,” I said. — He handles a lot of my business for me.“Call me Toni,” my cousin said. — Zio Toni, if you prefer.I pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. “You speak English very well,” she said to Toni.— I was raised in the suburbs of Connecticut until I wa
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FrancescaI was weak.I could feel my resolve crumbling like stale bread. Those dark eyes of his, that sexy voice. It was as if Faust had a direct line to my hormones and could play those chords at will, flooding my system with lust so strong I couldn't breathe.Between my legs was a needy mess. My traitorous body had clearly forgotten everything Faust had done wrong, and no amount of reminders kept me immune to it.I entered the women's bathroom and went to the empty stall. After relieving myself, I went out to wash my hands and splash water on my face. I had to get myself together. I couldn't forgive him or start sleeping with him again. Both were terrible ideas.God, but the look on his face when he saw our eleven week old baby during the ultrasound. It was as if he was the emotional one, his eyes becoming glassy as he stared at the computer screen. I almost took his hand, needing to share the joy and excitement for a moment, but somehow thought better of it.You were my slut and a
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FaustI stared at the card, not very surprised. It was a smart move by Guardia, getting closer to Francesca. They had left my lovers alone in the past, probably because none of them had lived with me and I never discussed business in front of them. Francisca was different. In all aspects. "I see."She dropped the card in my lap when I didn't pick it up. — I told her to fuck off.Marco's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. I knew what he was thinking. He didn't trust her and was wondering if this was a tactic, telling me about the Guardia to gain my trust.The familiar itch slid down the back of my neck, the one that whispered to never let anyone in. Never give anyone power over me, over the business, especially a woman. These were words my father had repeated many, many times.It wasn't easy, but I ignored them. I was wrong to doubt Francesca's loyalty before. There would be indisputable evidence the next time I accused her of anything.—Who did they send? — Marco asked from the dri
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FrancescaVincenzo's wrinkled, tanned face lit up when he saw me. —Signorina! I wondered if you would join us. — The winemaker looked over my shoulder and lowered his chin respectfully. — Signore Ravazzani. You honor us with your presence.Fausto came forward, shook the winegrower's hand and spoke softly. The people around us laughed, smiling at him, and I tried not to look as annoyed as I felt. What, would they kiss your ring next?A woman appeared next to me. She was a little younger than Faust, with a long braid of dark hair tucked under a sun hat. His brown eyes were kind, his smile patient. — Is this your first time?I shook my head. — I am a virgin of Vendemmia. The woman laughed. —That sounds like a T-shirt. — His expression became serious. — I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I am Emilia, Vincenzo's daughter.- Hello! He told me everything about you. — Vincenzo often boasted about his daughter, the accountant who had gone to university in London. — I'm Frankie.— I know
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