Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

I nod. “All of your men have been taken care of. I’ll have my team dispose of the bodies and get your new team ready to go within the hour.”

Dante grins as he fondles Gia’s breasts much too hard. She doesn’t move or flinch, if she notices his touch.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Dante asks Gia, calling her an endearment for the first time; his tone conflicting with the dead men covering the floor.

“I think you are a coward.”

I smirk. I can’t help it. I agree with her assessment.

Dante doesn’t notice. He’s too intrigued by his plaything to notice me.

God, I have to have Gia.

It will fuck up all of my plans if I steal her from Dante. Plans I have been working on for years. I no longer care.

I stare at my sister out of the corner of my eye. I will need her help. I can’t do this without her. She will hate me for doing this, but I can’t help myself. And in the end, my sister will do anything for me.

But will I make her?

Yes.

I stare at the stunning brunette, who deserves so much better, but she will never get it.

I will steal Gia. I just have to be careful, so Dante doesn’t realize I’m the one who stole her. And then, when I need to get in Dante’s favor, I will return her. Pretend some other bastard was the culprit of her disappearance.

But how can someone steal her and my security team not be blamed?

“I’m taking my whore to my work while you finish. Call me when it’s done.”

I smirk. I have to steal her. Now. I’m not responsible for his security at his office. I have no cameras or security set up there. He can’t blame me.

Dante forces Gia up. I don’t know how she’s standing. I’m pretty sure her legs are broken. She’s fucking amazing, that’s how.

And she’s mine.

Gia will think I’m saving her when I steal her from Dante. But really, she’ll be trading in one monster for another. One with the power to actually break her.

6

Gia

Worthless. That’s what Dante thinks I am. That’s what my brain tells me my body is. My legs, my arms, my eyes; all broken, futile, and useless.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard the word used. Enrico used to call me worthless all the time. I was no use to him. I was a daughter, not a son. I wasn’t built for this world.

Enrico said I’m too stupid to understand the business.

Not strong enough to handle the bloodshed.

Not powerful enough to control a team of men.

Not smart enough to make high paying deals.

And I’m too pretty to be taken seriously.

My entire life I’ve been ‘worthless.’

My brothers never said it, but they kept me out of the business as much as possible.