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that turned him on like nothing fucking else.
    Red manicured fingernails, the same shade as her hair and lips, dragged along her outer thigh to the hem of her dress, forcing Dante’s stare downward.
    Cristo , she had gorgeous legs.
    He bet they would look even better wrapped around his waist.
    “Are you drinking?” Dante asked, his tone rough.
    “Not tonight.”
    Dante blinked, stunned. The thick Italian accent coating her words set him back a step. He hadn’t expected that and for some reason, it put him on edge.
    “It’s a club, dolcezza . There’s isn’t much else to do on a Thursday night when you’re sitting at the bar.”
    She smiled sweetly—too sweetly. “Oh, I’m doing more than sitting, bello . And I don’t need to drink to do it.”
    Her voice was demure, her words rolling off her tongue quietly, but surely. The straightness of her back in the stool spoke of class while her blatant regard of him gave an air of confidence.
    She dazed him.
    Dante wasn’t accustomed to that.
    A soft pat-pat-pat sound gained his attention to where her finger hit down on the bar. On the inside of her left index finger, one word was tattooed in fancy black script: Queen .
    The edginess burrowed in deep again. When things felt off for Dante, they usually were. This woman made his insides scream it. Both in a good and bad way.
    Dante chanced a glance back at the table where his brothers were standing, readying to leave as they pulled on their jackets. They were still talking, though. But the man who had annoyed Dante the most—Gaetano—wasn’t paying Lucian or Gio any mind. No, he was watching the woman at Dante’s side.
    Not with interest, as if she may have caught his eye by chance, but instead, he looked at her with the familiarity of a friend.
    Dante’s thoughts raced when what he really needed was for his mind to be silent. During the entire meeting, none of the men had spoken of their boss in direct context or out of it. The Marcello brothers had continually referred to the unknown leader of the group as a he because that’s what they assumed they were dealing with in whatever game the men were playing.
    Dante was only now realizing they were wrong in doing so.
    “You know, you surprised me,” the woman said, drawling her words out with a sensuality that could make a man’s mouth water. Again, she dragged her gaze from Dante’s leather shoes to his green eyes. “You’re much more handsome in person than I thought you would be, Dante Marcello.”
    Three things in life made a man most vulnerable: sex, love, and children.
    Sex occasionally led to love, and for some, it also led to children. As Dante was incapable of having children, he had no interest in love. Sex, however … well, that was something he simply couldn’t do without.
    It was just too damn bad the need left him exposed, and it had to be now he learned the lesson to never think with his cock when business was in play.
    The woman swiveled fast on her chair at the same time Dante lurched toward her. He found himself between her thighs, crowding her back forcefully to the edge of the bar, nearly pushing her off the stool. The magnum he always kept hidden at his back in a holster was seated in his palm before the woman could speak and the barrel pressed under her chin at her throat.
    Dante ticked the gun at her jawline, making her tilt her head back under the weight. She stared him head-on, unabashed and unafraid, smirking mischievously. Her hazel eyes danced with amusement and menace.
    He hated how her unfazed attitude at his warning only made him hot.
    Something sharp nipped at Dante’s groin. Without needing to look down, he could feel the blade of a knife threatening to cut into his balls.
    Jesus fucking Christ.
    “Go on, cock your hammer back, bello ,” she urged low. “You wouldn’t be the first to try and take a bite out of me, Dante. I’m not a little girl who frightens easily.”
    “Who the fuck are you?” Dante demanded.
    “Catrina