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cropped hair in frustration. Or was it panic? “Fuck me! You're gonna be my living nightmare." He stood and paced the floor. I thought he was going to create a scene, but he managed to calm himself. He glanced towards me and asked, "Why do you want to make this difficult?"
    "I'm not. I'm just warning you that I’m no innocent. And like I said earlier, I'm almost eighteen. I don't need a babysitter."
    "I'm not your babysitter," he snarled. "As the daughter of The Don, you need protection and you're stuck with me. It might not be me all the time, but your father has entrusted me with your life and I intend to do my job. And I do it well.”
    "Fine. No need to get your dick in a pickle for fuck's sake." I laughed, noticing I only annoyed him even more. "Looks like this partnership is going to be oodles of fun then, doesn’t it?"
    "Yeah. I can't fucking wait." He stood up, looking ferocious and every bit as dangerous as his reputation made him out to be.
    God, he was absolutely gorgeous when he was angry, but scary as shit. I knew he was only following orders and doing his job, which was to protect me, but he was so frustrating. "Relax, I just wanted to ruffle your feathers. It's what I do best. Tease people."
    He finally sat back down after my answer but his eyes never left me. Damn, I wish I knew what he was thinking . I didn’t quite understand my attraction to him but my body was tingling all over the place. My nipples tightened and heat flooded my core. I'd never felt anything like this. Not even with the guy I was secretly seeing and gave my virginity to while I was at boarding school.
    "Teasing people and flirting with men who are almost double your age is what's going to get you into a whole load of trouble, little girl. I'll be trailing that cute arse of yours so close, you won't be able to breathe, let alone attend parties. You’re beautiful and your father is one of the most powerful and influential men in the country. That alone can cause you great danger," he warned me.
    He wasn't telling me something I didn't already know. It was the world I grew up in, the mafia world. I knew he was bad for me; I knew he was too old for me, but I didn’t care. The only thing embedded in my brain was that he said I was beautiful. My first time with Jimmy wasn't anything to rave about, but it wasn't that bad either. I liked sex. If my father knew I'd already lost my virginity at the age of sixteen, he'd forbid me to ever leave the house again. Although I'd only had sex a few times with Jimmy, he never told me I was beautiful. Riccardo was the first, besides my father, of course, and my father saying I was beautiful didn’t really count.
    "So...um...you think I'm beautiful and I've got a nice arse?" I teased him. I just couldn't help myself. Damn, he was fun to goad.
    “Fuck me! I didn't mean to say it like that. It came out the wrong way." He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck and then smoothed it over his face, letting out a deep breath. The action made the muscles in his arms ripple beneath his shirt. God, I wanted him. I didn't give a shit that he was almost twelve years my senior and my father's Capo. I wanted a man, a real man. My desire for him escalated at his words.
    "Fuck me? Oh, yes, please, don't mind if I do. Now that sure came out wrong too, didn't it?" I laughed.
    “Lorena, fucking stop! There can’t ever be anything between us.” He stood, sighed and ran both his hands down his face again, almost scratching himself this time in frustration.
    "Even if you weren’t seventeen and I wasn’t almost double your age, there’s no chance in hell that would ever happen, so wipe that thought from your head now. I never want to hear you mention it again, even in jest. You hear me.” His voice was firm and stern to the last word. But I knew he was lying. He wanted me.
    Beads of sweat trickled down my breasts. Thoughts of the two of us together consumed me. All I could think of was what it would be like to