Even with Matteo standing only inches from him, even with the heavy weight of danger that rolled off the man like cologne, he stood tall. Chin high. Fire in his eyes.
Matteo’s gaze flicked down, studying him like a puzzle.
Matteo De Luca
“You’re not afraid.”
Vincenzo Rossi
I am, Just not of you.( said plainly)
That earned him a smirk.
Matteo De Luca
“You should be.”
Matteo closed the distance between them in two slow, deliberate steps. He reached out, brushing a strand of ash-dusted hair from Vincenzo’s face with the back of his fingers. It was almost gentle—almost.
Matteo De Luca
But I like that you’re not. It’ll make this more fun.
Vincenzo Rossi
(slapped his hand away ) “If you think I’m going to roll over and play house with you, you’re delusional.”
Matteo De Luca
I Don’t need you to play anything,
Matteo De Luca
“You’ll be mine—on paper, in name. What happens after that…
Matteo De Luca
(Stepping back with a shrug ) “That’s up to you.”
Then, casually, he tossed the ring box onto the bed.
Matteo De Luca
Sleep. Tomorrow’s the ceremony.
Vincenzo Rossi
“The hell it is.”
Matteo paused at the door, hand on the handle.
Matteo De Luca
Try to run, and I’ll find you. Try to resist, and I’ll break you. But if you behave…” (He turned, gaze dark). “You might just survive this with something of yourself intact.
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