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Even though I want to cry, I let myself laugh at his words. Of course he’s honest.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” A baritone voice says from the doorway, Frankie shrinking back in fear when he hears it.

A baritone voice that belongs to a very angry and pissed off Nico.

Lorenzo gives him a snake-like smile, holding Frankie close to him with his large hands.

“Seemed like a perfect day to join a celebration. Because after all, there is a lot to celebrate today, isn’t there, Frankie?” he says, looking down at his grandson as Nico growls and walks closer to me, stepping in front of my body to face Lorenzo head on.

I can’t help but feel both safe and relieved when he does this.

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t find out after all this time, Nicolas? Bank accounts aren’t that hard to trace, Acosta. Even when they’re created under a fake name.” Lorenzo hisses, morphing into a full snake now, the hairs standing on the back of my neck in response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but whatever it is, it can wait and be scheduled in a meeting, not at this event. Leave. Now.” Nico orders, Frankie looking like he’s about to cry in his grandfather's arms as Lorenzo scoffs.

I know he’s the lovechild of my lying, cheating late husband, but I feel sorry for him. He’s just a boy.

“Sure thing. We’ll schedule a meeting.” Lorenzo laughs, straightening up and ushering Frankie to the door, his nose nearly touching Nico’s chin as he glares and speaks to him.

“But know this, Acosta. I know the truth. And with Luis being gone, we all know who this business really belongs to. Who the heir really is. So, don’t wait too long. I’ve been patient for long enough.” he snaps, grabbing Frankie and disappearing into the club, my heart pounding and my head spinning as I stand on the balcony with Nico.

He turns on his heel and looks at me, his dark eyes narrowed.

“Did you say something to him? Did you do something stupid, Scarlett?” he hisses and now, all of my anger resurfaces, my betrayal coming along with it.

I step closer to him, my tall height nothing in comparison to his.

“I said nothing, but there is something you should tell me, isn’t there?” I sneer, his chin tipping as he glares down at me, unresponsive and pissing me off even more.

“That boy does not match the age that you told me. He can’t be anymore than seven years old. So, the affair had been ongoing and he was born during our marriage, you lying sack of shit!” I cry, slapping him hard across the face as his head whips to the side, his jaw working before he cracks his neck and faces me again.

He grabs my wrist then, tightening his rough hand around it as I can’t help but gasp in pain. Before I can yell, he drags me to the staircase leading off the balcony. He pulls me behind him as he rushes down, forcing me into the empty, downstairs of the country club. When we walk inside, he slams me against the wall and grabs my hands before he pins them by my head, his lips a breath away from mine as he growls.

“That’ll be the last time you do that, kitten.” he says and I search his gaze, a million emotions rushing through me.

Right then, I do something unexpected. I do the stupid thing that I know I shouldn’t do. I lean forward and kiss him.

ChapterTen

Nico

When her lips latch onto mine, the entire world freezes on its axis.

I am stuck, frozen inside of this space that we breathe in, her warm, red lips plastered against mine as her scent slams against me like a truck. Her breasts are soft and brushing against my chest, her long lashes fanning over her cheeks as she closes her eyes as she sighs.

I have a choice in this moment, a choice to either back away and scold her some more, or give in and kiss the mouth that has been haunting me for nearly ten years. Of course, my dick overrules my brain and I go with the latter. I kiss her back with all of the intensity and anger that my body has been harboring for weeks.

She moans then, the sound causing my cock to harden like steel. It is soft and it is needy, all woman. I move one of my hands to wrap around both of her wrists that are pinned above her head, my other hand moving down to wrap around her slender throat as I kiss her with a ferocity that is unlike anything I’ve known before. It is intense and all consuming, but I give in because strangely, my body feels relief. When my large hand squeezes her throat slightly, her eyes snap open and lock onto my own, those pure grey orbs staring me down with desire and a little bit of fear. For a moment, I think she might push me away, but she surprises me. She tilts her chin up, her auburn hair sliding down her shoulders as she bites down on my lip. It is not hard, but it is passionate. I almost growl in response, but I just sit there and stare at the fiery minx that I have plastered against the wall and pressed against my lengthening dick.

I let my tongue slide out, slipping it past her teeth and into the warm recess of her mouth. She groans when it makes contact with her own tongue, those gray eyes shielded by her lids once more as she lets me explore her. I wedge my thigh between her legs, the evidence of her warm arousal pressing against the fabric of my pants. When I feel it, I let out the growl that’s been buried in my chest. I let the animal inside of me that has been howling for her finally rip free. And when it does, I swear my own morale goes with it.

This is my best friend's widow, my dead partner's lover. Sure, Luis fucked around on her and did some shit that I wouldn’t even do, but that doesn’t make it any less okay. And even with that knowledge looming over me like a dark cloud filled with heavy rain, I still don’t pull away. I just kiss her harder. I bite down on her full lips and lap at her tongue like a wild animal while she mewls and writhes on my thigh, her smell intoxicating me as I nearly swallow her whole. It’s like an addiction, a compulsion. A sick and dark need that I can’t help but give into. I’m about to move my hand from her throat to grab onto her breast when she goes still. She halts all of her movements and her eyes snap open, wide with both regret and terror, with disgust.

Ah, so we’re back to hating me again. Good to know.

I narrow my eyes at her as she rips her lips away from me, my hand falling away from her throat while the other remains wrapped around her pale, slender wrists that are still hoisted above her head. Her lips are swollen as she rests her head against the wall and looks away, as if they had been stung by a bee but instead, by my own mouth. I move the hand that was around her throat to my face, wiping off her red lipstick with the back of my hand. Her eyes follow the movement, a strange emotion filling them as she watches me. It almost looks like anger. Is she mad that I’m wiping her off of my lips? Or is she mad that she kissed me in the first place? Whatever it is, I don’t care. I want to know what went on between her and Lorenzo. I want to know why that bastard was here.

“I shouldn’t of done that.” she whispers harshly, her eyes cast down to the floor as she speaks.