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I rear back from the shock of what he just said. Just for that, f**k him. I'm taking the Buick.

“Brandon what are you doing here? How are you here?"

Giuseepe slings his arm around my neck, eyeing my now ex-fiance.

“Oh, looking at your face, you think you can do something about it?” He chuckles. “How optimistic! I hate that trait in people."

He straightens up, removing his arm “Alrightie. This was fun. Doc, if you could...move your s**t from my doorway, I'd appreciate it. I'm gonna go take a nap.”

That damned criminal.

“All that talk and you're gonna walk away?” Brandon goads.

Giuseppe pauses. “Frankly,” He starts lowly, “You're waste of my energy. And if I really hit he, I might hurt you. So get outta my house, kay?”

“Sounds to me like your scared.”

He scoffed. “What are we, children? Are you going to make chicken noises now, to provoke me? I've had a long night, f*****g your girl and all, so, I'm gonna go—”

Brandon brushed past me before I could even stop him

To be honest...I kinda wanna see what happens.

Even though Giuseppe is big and seems strong in my professional experience, it doesn't necessarily mean that's true.

Brandon can fight. I...I'm interested to know if this Giuseppe is truly who I think he is. Because if he is...

I'm most definitely keeping the Buick.

Oh, and never coming back here, but definitely keeping the Buick. The son of b***h can afford it.

Brandon comes at him with a solid punch as he walks away. Kinda a b***h move so I deduct five points for bitchassness, but theres strength and speed to the actual hit.

Or would it would've been—if it connected. Giuseepe sidesteps it, grabbing his hands in a weird way. He puts his fingers in the groves of his knucks and holds.

“That was cute,” He murmured. “Try it again and this hand will never be the same.”

So he is Giuseppe Vitale. The real Giuseppe Vitale. Which means...he's the heir to the Vitale Family mafia.

Which means I picked the wrong guy to have s*x with.

Oh God, if my father knew I slept with a Mafioso, let alone Giuseppe f*****g Vitale—

No one can know this. Brandon has to go. The first thing he'll do is run his mouth to my father, who would start a war just for this single incident.

Oh s**t. Oh s**t. s**t! Why!

Cause he's hot and can last all night?

Yes...that is why. Technically. s**t! I'm in deep trouble.

Brandon starts squirming. I wonder if...and this is just a hunch. I can get Giuseppe to get rid of him?

I just got my nails done, and if I break one...well, there's no telling what I'll do to his little sister. Not mention his body.

So now...how to provoke him enough to kill him?

Hm...

“Brandon said you suck," I attempt lamely. They both look at me in incredulity. “He said you suck actual homosexual balls. He has to pay for that.”

“I didn't say that,” Brandon protests.

“He said it," I talk over him “Now he's lying about it. You hate liars. I understand that goes against your principles. I'm gonna go home in the .Buick...if you decide to y'know...off him, I won't tell anyone.”

Giuseppe raises a brow. “Are you asking me to kill the twerp?"

I shrug moving my head side to side. “Not asking. Not really even suggesting. I'm just...laying out options. Like I do for cancer patients: chemo, hospice? Gun, knife,” I wave my hand, “It's up to you! As long as the result is the same.”

I smile, fading away into the doorway.

Giuseppe narrows his eyes. “What is wrong with you?”

Damn I forgot the keys. I step into the light, inching toward the table.

“What's wrong with me, is that he thinks you are a homosexual, and you are very, very upset about that fact,” I nod sternly, “So don't forget that. Stew over it. Hate him for it.”

I snatch the keys and take off. “Mkay, byeee!”