“Isabella!”
I glance back and find Matt standing there stopping Kevin from following me. I give him a small smile then look forward again. Within minutes, I’m being led down the alleyway toward Dante’s car. I’m about to slide in when I spot two figures standing at the end of the alley. It only takes me a second to realize it’s Giovanni with a girl.
I act without thinking first. One minute I’m standing next to the car with Dante coaxing me inside; then the next I’m stomping toward Giovanni with Dante hot on my heels. Dante attempts to grab my arm, but I turn and punch him in the face. He drops my arm as I continue my walk.
“Seriously, you piece of shit asshole! You’re standing out here talking to some two-bit hooker while you have your goons escort me from the club. What kind of pathetic piece of shit are you?”
The girl’s eyes widen when she sees me.
“You sure you don’t want to come with me?” she whispers loud enough for me to catch.
“Sure, honey. He wants to go where fifty million other men have been before. Beat it before I tear those fake-ass extensions out of your hair.”
“You should go,” Giovanni says softly. “She’s a little crazy. Like I said, go down the street and make a left and you will see Lucky’s about half a mile down on the right. Be safe.”
She mutters a thank you and rushes off as I turn my attention to Giovanni.
“Crazy!Me? You’re a fucking ass! You have some nerve sitting here flirting with another woman while you’ve been telling me for months now how you want to talk to me, explain shit to me. How you still love me. Is it all an act? Do you only want what you can’t have? Fucking cockwobble. Answer me!”
At this point, I’m screaming at him and have gained the attention of pedestrians all around us. Dante goes to move toward me, but Gio holds his hand out to stop him.
“Izzy, it’s not safe to be standing out here. Let’s talk in my car.” He steps closer to me and places his hand on my shoulder.
“Oh, but it’s safe for you to stand here with some barely clothed hooker.” I push at his chest as I spit my words at him.
His eyes flare as he grabs my hand. “I don’t care about that woman. I care about you and your safety. Now get in the car, Isabella.”
I struggle in his grasp. “I don’t have to go anywhere with you. Don’t you touch me. Don’t make me scream.” As I rant to him, he starts to pull me toward his car. “Stop! What are you doing?Help! Stop! Don’t touch me!”
He stops abruptly, making me fall into his arms. Within a breath, I’m pushed up against his car as he presses his body into me. My breath catches in my throat.
“Are you done throwing your tantrum, Isabella?” His voice is calm, but I recognize the anger in his eyes.
A sane woman would stop. A sober one would have never caused such a scene. Right now, I am neither.
“No! Get off me. Let me go.Help!”
I barely get the last syllable out of my mouth before he presses his lips to mine.
At first, I freeze from the shock. Then I attempt to pull back out of anger. He doesn’t move his lips, just leaves them pressed to mine. Within seconds, the tingles his lips are causing melts my stiff body as I allow myself to fold into his body.
First, my arms move from his chest, up his arms, to wrap around his neck. Then, I press my lips against his instead of attempting to pull away. We each stare into each other's eyes. I notice the moment he notices the change in me. His anger is still there, but the heat creeps in, taking over.
As soon as I begin to move my lips on his, he takes over the kiss, licking the seam of my lips until I open for him. I don’t hesitate. My body moves with his like it hasn’t been years since they were together. I’m lost in the feeling of his lips on mine as his hands run up my body. I forget where we are and what we are doing. The only thing on my mind is him.
A throat clears behind Gio, but I ignore it, pulling him closer to me.
The throat clears again, but this time Gio attempts to pull away from me. His lips leave mine, but I chase after them, grabbing his shirt to pull him back to me. He kisses me softly twice more before a voice interrupts.
“Sir, we really should move her out of the open. This isn’t safe.”
That shocks Gio out of our spell. He pulls me away from the car before opening the door. “In.”
The demanding tone of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. I don’t even realize I have listened to him until he shuts the door. I watch as he speaks to Dante. Part of me is screaming to let Dante take me home. The other part, the one who is winning, is staring at Giovanni’s gorgeous body. He always did look yummy in a suit.
And that kiss. Holy shit, he has gotten better at it.
He finishes talking to Dante before passing in front of the car to slide in on the driver’s side. Once inside, I watch as Dante heads back into the club.
