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“It was smart.”

“You had no plan. You went in blind. You had no assurances and no backup.”

“You were my backup. Isn’t that the whole point? Elio sent you to make sure I didn’t die? Great work, you did it, woohoo,” I say, twirling my finger in the air slightly.

I glance over at Sal, and despite the fact that I’m annoyed with him, I actually feel a little giddy.

His face is a remarkable color of red that feels pretty close to tomato.

Getting under his skin is just too fun. Honestly, it’s so easy to get him to this state. It’s so satisfying, and he gets so flustered.

I smirk at him. “Come on, you have to admit, I did a great job navigating that. I got us out of there, to the boat, and I made a new deal along the way.”

“Gia…” Sal growls.

“What, did you get scared?”

The silence that descends over us is deafening. It sinks into my bones, creating tension in parts of my body that I didn’t even know existed.

He really was scared.

“Come on, Sal,” I say, trying to break the tension. “It was fine. It all went fine. Lighten up a little, will you?”

I don’t have time to react. One minute I’m sitting on my lounge chair, and the next, Sal’s hand is around my neck.

Lightly.

But firm.

It sends a shiver of arousal down my spine, and when I look into Sal’s face, that shiver turns into a full-blown shake.

Sal is looking at me with fear…

And lust.

“You scared the shit out of me, Gia,” he growls. “And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

14

SAL

When Gia’s neck is in my hand, I lose my mind.

She almost died.

I keep seeing the gun pressing against her chest. The way she walked toward it. The smile on her face, which echoed the smile on that absolute sociopath.

I almost lost her.

And then, she flirted with him. Flirted. Like it was nothing. She never told me about him, and she didn’t have to of course, but the fact that she flirted with him in front of my face makes me…

Jealous.

The feeling crashes over me in a tidal wave. It makes me insanely, completely jealous.

I want to brand her with my lips. Bite her hard enough to leave a mark. Spank her perfect ass until my handprint is burned into her skin.

I want to make sure that she’ll never let another man call her “amour” again.