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goddamned savage. He took my brother from me. He sentenced me to the fate daddy picked for me, or to this hellhole of a prison. Two options, two different kinds of death.
    “Assassino,” I scream at him. “You killed Lorenzo, you fucking monster.”
    He looks broken. Like a sad little boy. But I don’t give a fuck who made him do it. I don’t care if he was on drugs. I will have my revenge for the death of my brother.
    “Bianca….” he starts.
    “You dare say my name?” I retort.
    “You’re the prisoner here,” he snarls in response, darting across the cell to hover directly in front of me. His expressions change faster than the weather. He must be really fucked up.
    He’s right in my face, and I feel like I’m being faced with a vicious snarling dog. “You’d better fucking behave.”
    I muster up all my courage and spit in his face.
    He stares at me for a long moment, then chuckles like I’m amusing him. My spit runs down his cheek, onto his lip. He licks it. I look away, unable to look at him. Disgusting cazzo.
    He grips my cheeks again and makes me eyeball him.
    “I killed him,” he tells me, confirming my doubts. “I followed my father’s orders. You’re a daddy’s girl, Bianca.” He purposefully emphasizes my name, probably to mess with me because I told him not to use it. Prick. “You should be able to understand what it’s like to follow your capo’s orders.”
    I blush and try to look away, but he won’t let me. His grip on my cheeks tightens.
    “I am sorry you lost your brother,” he says. “He was a pawn. We all are.”
    I stay quiet. I don’t think him worthy of a response.
    Matteo’s finger is caressing my cheek. I don’t even know whether he knows he’s doing it. It’s the lightest touch, soft, feather-like strokes. I lean against his hand despite not wanting to.
    “What’s this?” His voice is softer, and alarm bells start to go off in my head. “Has beauty succumbed to the beast already?”
    I close my eyes, holding back tears. His finger moves to my lips and he parts them softly. So gentle for such a monster.
    Suddenly, his fingers leave my face and I cry out a whimper, feeling the loss of his touch. I open my eyes and Matteo is looking at me curiously.
    “You like this….” he realizes out loud, and I blush furiously. It’s true. I’ve never been touched like that…. Daddy sometimes hugged me, but mama wasn’t one for physical affection, and neither was Lorenzo. Of course, being locked away in private schools, I didn’t get to experiment with anyone else.
    Eighteen years old and I’m still a freaking virgin. Looks like I’ll die one, too. Unless….
    He sits down in front of me. My legs are trembling and I pull my knees up to my chest, trying to protect my body from his inquisitive touch.
    Matteo comes closer, scooting up to me until my body is pressed against the wall. His palms land on the wall on either side of my head, his face inches away from mine. His features are striking, bold and chiseled. I want to touch him, see if his skin feels as stone cold as it looks.
    “Tell me what you want,” he orders me.
    Warmth. Home. Freedom.
    I don’t say any of it.
    “Did I fucking stutter?” he snarls at me the next second, and I flinch.
    “To be touched,” I cry out. “I want to feel someone touching me…. I need to feel I’m still alive.”
    “Where?” he asks softly, his lips so damn close to mine. “Where do you want to be touched? Show me.”
    I rattle in my chains, but I can’t move. He has me pinned down. I lick my lips instead.
    Then his mouth crashes hard against mine as if he’s heard my silent prayers to make my first kiss special. Damn fucking right it’s special…. I’m kissing the man who murdered my brother.
    I should be repulsed. I should be recoiling from his touch with disgust.
    But something happens when we touch, something I’m not expecting.
    Electricity bolts through me. A jolt shocks me into submission, and instead of