CHAPTER 35
NATALIA
I grew bored listening to Nick and his men talk in Italian. I caught only bits — Fardinn and his dad David, Delilah and her father Lincoln — their names repeated over and over.
I asked Salvatore three times what they were saying, but the last time he hushed me with a warning: if I kept interrupting, he’d f**k me hard on the table, right in front of his dangerous men.
That was the last thing I wanted, my p***y still too sore for round two. So I stayed quiet.
Twenty minutes later, the meeting ended and everyone rushed out. Salvatore’s phone buzzed.
“What? Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said sharply before cutting the call.
“What happened, Nick?” I asked, watching his face twist with concern and rage.
“Amore, Grover will drive you home with my guards. I h
