CHAPTER 23: Giovanni's POV
I returned to LA about two weeks ago. I tried everything I could to reach Mirabella but my calls went straight to voicemail, and she’d moved out of her place. I figured she needed some space. Sending those gifts was a reminder, there’s no place she can run that I won’t hunt her down. There was no escape.
“Giovanni?” she called out when she finally answered. Hearing her voice made my body tighten, my c**k hardened in response. I missed her more than I’d admit. I needed her in my bed, in my arms. To own her.
“Kitten. You moved out of your home,” I said.
“What? You think you're privy to where I live now?” she snapped. That’s my girl.
“Did you like the gifts?” I asked, cool as ever.
“I’d appreciate it if you stopped sending gifts here or trying to reach me at a
