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Page 35 of Vicious Union

“So, why don’t you know it?”

“Because I’m an American first and foremost.” I flash him a wink as I take a sip of my wine. “And we’re stupid.”

He chuckles. Actually chuckles! I stare at him and wait for him to realize what he’s doing. It takes him a second, but he does. His eyes widen, and he immediately stops laughing.

“Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you think you do,” I say.

“I’m not responding to that.” He keeps his gaze fixed on the menu.

“You just did.”

Emilio glances up at me and holds my gaze. His eyes say a lot, but I can’t quite make out what they’re saying. I just hope they’re saying he wants to be with me.

Because if there’s one thing I know I want, it’s to be in Emilio’s arms again. I’m a fiend. I’ve had a taste, and I want more.

The only question is—will Emilio give me more?

* * *

I run to the driver’s seat of the car and get in before Emilio can stop me. I’m a little tipsy from the wine, but I’m not drunk. I swear.

“Slow down,” he growls as I speed through the streets of Rome late at night.

“Honey, there’s no one out.”

“Honey?”

“I was trying it on. No?”

“Definitely no.”

I laugh as I speed even more. We’re just outside the city where Emilio’s family’s vacation home is, so there truly aren’t a ton of people around. I’m not worried about anyone getting hurt.

“Slow down,” he repeats.

“It’s fine. We’re having fun!”

And then a sheep runs out into the road, making me swerve at the last minute. The car slides off the road, and we spin for a couple of seconds before the car stops.

“Are you ok?” Emilio asks, concern in his voice. Huh. That’s new.

“I’m fine.” Then I start laughing.

Emilio looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. “Why the hell are you laughing right now?”

“Because we could have died, but we didn’t.” I laugh even harder. I laugh so much my stomach starts to ache, and I think I might pee my pants.

My laughter slowly fades after a while.

“Are you done?” Emilio asks.

“Yes.”

He makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?”

“You could have died, Caterina! I could have died. And you’re laughing like it’s some joke. You’re ridiculous.”




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