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Martelli.
    Biting on a towel stuffed into her mouth, Ava had dared not to scream as the hair was ripped from her most private regions.
    Afterwards a personal buyer had taken her shopping for underwear, bras, lingerie and evening attire. Beneath Joseph’s gaze she wore one of them. A V-cut gold lamine dress with a plunging V-neckline that showed off more of her breasts than she was comfortable with. A thin rhinestone-studded bar provided her the only source of modesty.
    A thin gold choker and studs accentuated her outfit. Ava thought she looked like a real-life Oscar statue. She did not approve. Wearing so much makeup, she hadn’t recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.
    The truth was evident. She was now a whore. A bought-and-paid-for whore. Joseph Martelli’s whore. And she had yet to lay on her back. But it was coming. Tonight it was coming. She’d just turned eighteen. Joseph was not going to wait any longer. Especially not after he’d spent all this money getting her prepared to his satisfaction. It was time to pay the piper. And the sad thing was, she was absolutely certain neither Roger nor her mother, Cynthia, appreciated her sacrifice.
    “Well, well. Long time no see.”
    Ava looked up. An Italian man with milk-chocolate brown eyes and a feral smile stood over their table. Joseph rose.
    “Angelo. About time you got here.”
    She watched as the two men embraced, clapping each other on the back before shaking hands. Angelo looked down at her. His gaze was predatory. Like an eagle studying its prey before it swooped down for the kill. Ava wanted to jump up from the table and never stop running.
    “And who might this be? You holding out on me, bro?” he said.
    “This is Ava.”
    “Ava? A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
    He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. She felt his tongue brush across her skin and she fought the impulse to jerk her hand away. Her eyes flew to Joseph.
    “Ava, honey, this is my younger brother, Angelo.”
    Ava gave Angelo a curt nod before carefully withdrawing her hand from his grasp. No need to make trouble when there didn’t need to be. Angelo and Joseph sat down at the table, Angelo’s eyes on her.
    “I never knew you liked brown sugar,” he said with a nasty smile. “I thought all you liked was an old-fashioned Italian girl,” he said.
    “There’s nothing wrong with a little variety, is there?” Joseph asked.
    “Not at all,” Angelo said still gazing at Ava.
    “She’s a real looker, ain’t she?” Joseph said proudly.
    “She sure is.”
    “And as pure as the Virgin Mary.”
    Joseph’s brother licked his lips. “Is that so?”
    Ava swallowed as both men regarded her. Their eyes were locked firmly on her. Beside her, Angelo stroked his upper arm slowly. He leaned closer to her. Ava held her breath, fearing that he would dare to kiss her.
    “You wouldn’t be up to sharing, would you, brother?”
    Ava’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she looked at Joseph. Her heart thudded in her ears as she waited for his response.
    “Not this time. Not my Ava.”
    The glint in Angelo’s eyes cooled and he leaned away from Ava. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She was safe for now. Protected from the lust of Joseph’s brother as long as her protector desired her. Although she was oblivious to what it took to please a man, she had no choice but to try and learn quickly. Because Ava was sure that if she displeased Joseph in any way, he wasn’t likely just to end their arrangement and let her go on her merry way.
    A man like Joseph Martelli didn’t just let you walk away. She knew that firsthand. If she dissatisfied him, she was certain her next stop would be in the bed of Angelo Martelli. And from the look in his eyes, she knew that was a place she didn’t want to be.
    Ava jolted back into the present. Angelo was older now. After all, it had been nearly seventeen years ago when they’d first met. There was