Bad Romance Series

6 Gio

CHAPTER 6

GIO

After returning from his visit to the Rossis, Gio was all wound up. He couldn’t get Jocelyn out of his head, which was annoying. He kept feeling her curvy body underneath him. The things he wanted to do to her…

Another thing was that he kept picturing her doing a fist pump for pulling one over on him by pretending to be Antonio’s assistant. Yet another sign she was going to be trouble. The little charlatan had met her match though. Like any other problem he had faced so far, he would meet any challenge she decided to throw his way. After all, nothing worth anything ever came easy.

Half an hour after he’d arrived at his city penthouse, the doorbell rang.

When he let Vanessa in and looked into her pale blue eyes, he realized she wasn’t the one he wanted. As usual, Vanessa looked flawless: perfect makeup, not a hair out of place, and a tight dress, hugging the exquisite body of a lingerie model. She wouldn’t be caught dead in sweaty workout clothes, her hair all mussed up.

She dropped her bag on the floor and took off her dress and bra, while she sauntered over to him.

“I missed you,” she said with a purr.

He wasn’t in the mood for any foreplay. He was about to tell her to bend over the arm of the couch, when Vanessa suddenly dropped to her knees. She quickly unzipped his pants, taking out his c**k.

That was a new one. Like any man, he appreciated a good blowjob. He also knew there were two types of women: the ones that liked giving head, and the ones that didn’t. Vanessa was the latter. It didn’t mean she never took him inside her mouth, it just wasn’t something she instigated on her own.

After she gave him a few licks, he fisted her hair and f****d her mouth, hard and rough, pouring out all his frustration in his thrusts. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Jocelyn Rossi on her knees, curling her tongue over his d**k.

When he heard Vanessa gag, he pulled her off his d**k, then grabbed a condom and put it on.

“You don’t need to use one. I’m on birth control.”

Right. He wasn’t falling for that one.

He hauled her up and bent her over the couch, slamming into her, making her scream out his name until she came.

Oh yeah, those were the moans he’d been wanting to hear. There was no sound more beautiful than a woman giving into her passion. Showing a man that she loved her body, and enjoying the pleasure it could give her.

A few more pumps and he got off as well, dropping on the couch next to her.

Vanessa stretched her body out next to him, putting it on full display. She knew she was beautiful—though a bit skinny for his taste—and she wasn’t ashamed of showing herself off.

She stroked a nail over his pecs. “I was thinking maybe you could give me a key to the condo. After all, we’ve been dating for a while now.”

They’d been f*****g. He didn’t do dating. And since when did two months constitute “a while”?

When she put a hand on his wrist, he had a feeling he knew where this was going. Some place he didn’t plan to visit.

She stupidly ignored the chill in his eyes, so he asked, “Yeah, and?”

“I think it’s time for the next step,” she claimed. “I want to get married. To become Mrs. Detta.”

So that was what the blowjob had been about. She wanted a ring on her finger. Unlike Jocelyn Rossi, who had literally fled the country to avoid said ring. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

He extracted her perfectly-manicured fingers from his chest and came off the couch. It was obviously time to let Vanessa go. “That’s not going to happen. Why don’t you pick up your stuff and leave?”

“What?” She blinked as if he was speaking in a foreign language.

“We’ve had a good time, but I’m done now. Raoul will drive you to wherever you want to go.”

After she opened and closed her mouth a few times, her cheeks turned red with anger. “You can’t just kick me aside like this! I spoke to a lawyer and I know I have certain rights—”

He spun around, and she hastily scooted back, her eyes filled with fear. He couldn’t help but compare her reaction to Jazzy’s. There was no way that hellcat would have backed down.

“Don’t ever threaten me. I was clear about what I wanted from you upfront. So don’t pretend as if I promised you a white picket fence.”

“But I love you.”

She loved his money. She loved the gifts he had his assistant buy her, the clubs and fancy restaurants she got into by using his name. “No, you don’t.” She’d overplayed her hand by pretending to want to settle down. Even more stupid, she had gone to a f*****g lawyer.

“You coldhearted bastard! It is true what they say about you. You have nothing but a black chunk of ice surrounding your heart.”

After her little rant, she started to sob. Vanessa was one of those women who could muster up tears whenever it suited her.

He ignored the waterworks and went into his shower. When he returned to the living room a little later, Vanessa had left. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, and stared out at Union Square, which was buzzing with activity, when Jackson called.

“I have an update on your fugitive.” There was a smile in his brother’s voice.

“f*****g hilarious, Jax.”

“I like this girl already.”

Gio had slightly mixed feelings. “Where is she?”

“On her way to Paris. As soon as we found out her destination, we called our contacts over there. They will notify us the second they spot her at Charles de Gaulle airport.”

“Did she board the plane alone?” If she’d fled to France to be with a lover, that might change things. Though, he hadn’t missed the way her body had responded to him. She might not have liked it, hence the fleeing, but it was undeniable. It also was a testament that whoever she was sleeping with currently, was clearly doing a piss-poor job of it.

“She did. Of course, this doesn’t mean she won’t meet someone over there, but according to her credit card records, she bought the plane ticket after you spoke to her on the phone. Also, she didn’t check in any luggage, so we can rule out that it was a planned trip.”

“I’ll be at the airport within an hour.”

“Yeah, about that…don’t. See, I thought you might say that, so I notified your pilot to get the jet ready. He just called me back and it seems that there is a problem with your passport. As in, you’re on the no-fly list.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t get on a plane right now. Even with the contacts we have, it’s gonna take a while before I have you removed from that list.” Another laugh followed. “Guess we can add hacking to her skills.”

Gio closed his eyes and counted to three. “You don’t have to sound so f*****g amused by this. But fine, I’ll send Vince after her.” He didn’t like that he had to hand this over to his brother—surprisingly not liking the idea of him charming Jazzy—but he didn’t have much choice.

“Actually, you can’t do that either,” Jackson said. “She put him on the list as well.”

“Come again?”

His brother chuckled. Actually chuckled, like this clusterfuck was something amusing.

“We’re all on the list, brother. Any Detta name she could probably dig up. You know what this means.”

Yes, he did. His wayward bride had f****d up, though. She forgot to put the honorary Detta in their midst on the list. Hector “The Wolf” Diaz. His blood brother and head of security. His firm supplied him with the best bodyguards, made up of former military and contract workers. Hector might not be a Detta in name or his brother by blood, but he sure was by heart.

The former Marine scared the s**t out of anyone, and Jazzy Rossi was past due some fear in her life.