Chapter Forty-One: Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

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Juliet Ferguson

Seychelles.

I've never been to Seychelles, but I've heard that it is a beautiful place to go and relax and unwind if you're filthy rich and Vincent is filthy rich but what I don't understand is why he would want to take me on vacation, I do understand that it is to get to know me better but why on an island and away from his business, especially at a time like this.

His business is under threat and my ex-boyfriend just made a reappearance and we have some unfinished business.

"Mi amore, are you okay?'

I nod, "Yes, just hungry,"

I really was hungry, after this morning's workout session with Vince, I'm famished, and I need to re-energize.

"I'll have my assistant get you some breakfast once we arrive at the office.

"Thank you, Vince,"

Vincent takes out his phone and looks at it, he unlocks it and types.

"Who are you texting? You've been on that phone since we left the house."

"Angelo, he's being impatient, apparently, McCredie and his men give him the creeps," he laughs.

Oh, that laugh.

I chuckle, "Maybe he has every right to feel that way,"

"Angelo has a flair for the dramatic," he replies.

I raise my brow.

"He is the baby of the family,"

"Oh, I see, perhaps you're right?"

He laughs, "I am."

The car stops in front of the all too familiar building.

"Remember when you first came here," Vincent says and it feels like a punch in the gut.

"I'd like not to remember," I mumble.

The car door opens, and Vincent gets out of the car and I follow, he tells his driver to come back in two hours and we walk into the lobby, I look over at the receptionist's desk and a new lady is sitting behind it. I paid no mind to it, and we walked to the elevator and headed up to the third floor.

Vincent, Vincent, Vincent, this fine piece of the specimen, tall, broad shoulders, dark chocolate hair, five o'clock shadow, he's the slightly crooked nose and beautiful smile, now that I'm really looking at him, he looks like Geralt of Rivia, without the long grey hair and orange eyes, I loved, I love and this time around I'm here to stay, whether he likes it or not.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Shit.

"I just realized that you look like someone,"

He raises his iconic eyebrows, "Like who?"

"Geralt of Rivia," and I watch as his face morphs into a cringe.

"If I have to hear that again, I'm going to explode, I don't look like that freak of nature," he grits out.

I laugh," You do,"

"Julie," he warns.

I stop laughing and press my lips into a thin line, "I'm sorry."

He lets out a groan and I can't hold it in, I clutch my stomach and laugh.

"You sound just like him,"

He presses a button on the elevator, and it stops, he pushes me against the wall and a try and pushes him off, but he's got a good grip on me.

"Mi amore, I warned you. Now I want you to stay still and not make a sound, understand?"

I nod.

He releases his grip and moves his hands to the hem of my trousers, I pull them down along with my panties and rub my cheeks before his hand comes down on my bare cheek and I squeal, I quickly bite my lip.

He spanks me repeatedly and again until I lose count. It is both painful and pleasurable, this is not my kind of thing, this is an Anastasia Steele thing, but it feels so good.

Once he's done, he pulls my pants up and presses a button and the elevator starts moving again. A few seconds pass and the elevator doors open, he walks out without saying a word and I follow him as he walks down the hallway to the boardroom.

A guard opens the door, and we walk in Thomas, Gio and Angelo are seated waiting for us.

"Finally, you decide to arrive," Angelo says.

"I'm sorry brother, I did tell you I was going to be late," he says as he pulls out a chair for me, I suck in my breath and sit down, my ass was burning but I couldn't give it away.

Vincent smirks and sits down beside me.

"And it's good to see you, Julie," Angelo smiles, "But why are you here?"

"She's my Donna, she needs to learn how things work around here, starting with the business deals."

Angelo glares at his brother, "We'll talk about this later."

"I can go if you're not comfortable."

"You are staying," Vincent orders, "Can we start with the meeting please I have other business to take care of."

I look around the room and find a tall bald man, with tribal tattoos and bulging muscles.

Vincent grabs my thigh and I look at him, he's facing green with jealousy, was I drooling that much?

Thomas places an envelope in front of Vincent, and he picks it up, opens it, and pulls out some papers.

"That is the agreement I drew up from what we discussed, all it needs is your signature and I'll transfer the money.

He doesn't take his hand off my thigh as he scans through the papers before passing them to Angelo.

"How do I know you don't work with the police or the FBI?"

"How do I know that you're not working for the police or the FBI, you are dating a former FBI agent?" Thomas replies.

"That's my business and not yours,"

Thomas laughs, "Once a snitch always a snitch Mr Giovanni, remember that."

Vincent doesn't reply, he simply takes his hand off my thigh and pulls out a gun.

"Say shit like that again about my woman, and I'll blow your brains out."

Thomas laughs and I know he's about to start something, he's got that look on his face.

"She must be working her magic on you, I know how good it feels," he smirks, "I've had a taste."

I pick up the gun, stand up and point the gun at him, "You better watch your mouth,"

"Oh, she's got more balls than you," he laughs, "Such a shame mate."

Okay, that's it, I fire a shot into the roof, and everyone jumps. I hate him, he hurt me, he used me, and he left me, to go be with other women, he needs to pay for breaking my heart.

"Listen here you little British prick, don't think I've forgotten what you did to me, out of sheer respect for your poor mother I've let you live, now pick up your sorry ass and leave before I put a bullet into your ass and your little friend,"

"Okay, Julie, put the gun down," Angelo says calmly.

Vincent stands up and puts his hands over mine and takes the gun from me.

"You better put your little psycho on a leash before she ruins your business,"

I scream as I lunge at him, but Vincent catches me before I can get my hands-on Thomas, who picks up his briefcase and leaves. I'm going to kill that son of a bitch if it's the last thing I do.

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