Chapter 22. Smoking Hot Sister

Ennio’s POV

“Doing this will ensure that Romano’s partners get to know you and your business. That they’ll trust you enough to know that you are just as good as your father. Not only will this be good for the business, but can you imagine how much ammo we’ll get from this? Don’t get me started on the contraband…blah-blah… something having to do with the wineries, blah-blah…”

I run a hand over my face, my dick getting hard at the thought of what transpired weeks ago with Georgia. I can’t get her out of my system. I can’t think shit or drink shit. And drinking has always been a stress reliever from things like boring meetings and infuriating exes like the one standing in front of me.

I can’t forget her innocent face before I left. A face of confusion, want, and desperation. For a couple of days, I’ve been wanting to blame her so fucking much for everything going on, but I can’t continue like this.

I didn’t just fuck her. I claimed her. I showed her how it felt