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Prologue

Giovanni

Mo Sal, my boss I’d been up for more than twenty-four hours The job he’d sentMost of it was spent getting the information I needed froot what I wanted froain

One second I’ to have to send hi fruit basket or some shit

I stand there with my jaw on the floor as I watch the most beautiful creature make her way toward me Hell, I haven’t even fully seen her face yet, but I can feel it deep in ut

She’s it

She’s the woive me shit about before hefor years I aiting for the wo to marry The second I knew, I’d snatch her up and make her mine I’d put half a dozen babies in her before she even knehat hit her

Her head is doith bright red curls covering up part of her face She’s staring at the book in her hand She hasn’t noticed me yet How does she not know I just fell in love?

My eyes travel down her body She’s wearing a simple white summer dress with flowers on it and a jacket over it The top of her dress dips into her full cleavage, giving , but there’s noset of tits like that She’d overflow my hands They would spill out of them and I’d suck those parts into my mouth Yes, a perfect handful And mouthful My attention moves down to her waist, where it narrows and then to her flaring hips It’s no sers would rab on Grip her as hard as I wanted, keeping her hoanted

My grand hips” And this woman beforeas many as a man could bury in her lush body

Anger flashes through ht of another un and track hi thatin my way, I’ll fix that Quick

When she makes it to the counter, she turns her head to the left, blocking evenshe has over her shoulder as she looks back at the display She pushes her thick black-fra in my chest aches to do that for her She bites her lip as she studies the rows of pastries, as if it’s the most important decision she’s ever made

I can’t pull my eyes away from her I want her to turn to look at me so I can see her face fully

Alberto iven oes over to her, and the heat of jealousy flares up at the thought that he’s going to get to talk to her first If he wasn’t seventy years old, and happily ht start a probleet it I know she’s what I’ve been looking for

“Can I get you so?” Alberto asks her

“I don’t think I can choose” Her voice is so soft I almost don’t hear it

I can’t stopa step forward She turns to look at me, and her perfect pink lips form an O shape They’re shiny and full, and Jesus Christ, do I want them wrapped around my dick

I feel like soht blue eyesso striking They’re stunning against her porcelain skin with little freckles peppering her nose and cheeks

She gives me a smile, which I know is polite, but still two deep di I know I’ her uncomfortable But I can’t seem to speak, move, or pullto ainst hers, and I don’t have the ability to form a coherent sentence