31

Faust

SHE WEARED a fucking black bikini.

After I explicitly told her not to do it.

I was boiling with rage, boiling inside. Enzo and his man ran their eyes all over Francesca's body, ogling her like hungry wolves as she strolled this way. The small pieces of fabric did nothing to cover her ample breasts and ass. She might as well have walked around naked.

Cazzo madre di Dio , I was going to spank her ass raw when I had the chance.

Enzo made some comment that I barely heard through the fury ringing in my ears. How could I focus on this meeting knowing what she had done? We were all supposed to have dinner together once Enzo and I finished discussing our agreement.

That clearly couldn't happen, as I would probably stab anyone who dared to look at her twice.

“We should finish,” I said abruptly. —Women are bored without us, no doubt.

A splash and a giggle belied my words, and every muscle in my body contracted. Francesca would pay for this.

“I thought you wanted to talk about your son,” E