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Chapter 16

Tori

Angelo switches off the light before moving me onto my side and lying down behind me. He pushes an arm beneath my pillow, and the other he wraps around me, resting his forearm between my breasts.

His fingers caress my throat, and I feel as he presses a kiss to my hair. In the darkness, the position feels intimate.

My thoughts are overrun with everything that’s happened tonight. My emotions are all over the place, and I can’t focus on anything long enough to process it.

Now that the afterglow of sex has faded, my fear and confusion have returned full force. Just because he made me feel pleasure doesn’t mean he’s suddenly a different person.

Angelo is still one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra. He’s still ruthless and violent.

He’s still a stranger.

The sounds in and around the mansion aren’t familiar, and I feel totally out of place lying on the expensive sheets.

Even the pillow feels weird beneath my head.

Angelo lets out a sigh, then his voice rumbles behind me. “What