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Kalani Reed was a regular twenty-two year old woman who was trying to get the handle on her life. She worked at a small café, lived in a small apartment by herself, and had a kind of boyfriend. Back in highschool, she was one of those...
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GIOVANNI WAS ANNOYED, to say the least. He might've lied in telling Kalani that she didn't have an effect on him. As she laid wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep, he couldn't help but gaze at her. He would admit ━ she's very attractive, but she's his hostage. She was here for the mere fact that she would draw her brother out of hiding ━ nothing more.
The last Giovanni got word, Kellan Reed had purchased his weapons in Sicily from a rival mob family and he had good reason to believe he was hiding out in Palermo. The plan was to confront the other family and put Kalani on display for her brother to catch notice.
As Mario informed him before they left Miami, the other ally families didn't like Giovanni's master plan. They thought it was too dependent on a young woman who could easily betray them. When they suggested to just kill her, he hesitated.
He didn't know why, nor did he care to know why.
After traveling down her face with his eyes for the sixth time, watching as her eyeballs flicker behind her eyelids, his eyes trail down to her legs, one of them sticking out from under the blanket. The same leg she tried to seduce him with. She thought she was smart ━ he was smarter.
He didn't brush over the fact that she was the most stubborn person he'd ever met. He just wished she would listen to him and not fuck with him ━ if she thinks putting her leg on his or not cowering was going to get him to answer her questions, she has another thing coming.
He could play her game too. Only he could play it better.
His mind drifts back to seeing her foot on his knee. He couldn't help but think of all the things he would do to her if she wasn't just an incentive. Before he knows it, he stands and makes his way through the curtain, passing Dante and Mario, towards the back of the plane. He stumbles into the bathroom he'd made his escape to just two hours before.
Unbuckling his pants, he wraps a hand around himself, mind overrun with thoughts of the woman sitting just feet away from him.
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