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it.”
    Gregorio grinned. “I hope she is. I look forward to taking her virginity.”
    “Do you think she’s still a virgin? Isn’t that a little archaic of you to expect her to be a virgin and you aren’t?”
    “No, not at all. And yes, I know she is. I’ve ensured that every little bastard that has come sniffing around her ran for his fucking life. She’s been mine since she was twelve years old and looked at me with those wide eyes of hers.”
    “I know you lost your shit on one of the guys because he dared to mention something about how good she looked in her bikini a shitload of years ago.”
    “He deserved to die. Fucker shouldn’t have looked at her. She was too young for anyone to ogle.”
    “You sure as hell were.”
    Gregorio growled. “She’s been mine always. Don’t fucking forget it.” He looked down and realized he had pulled his knife and pressed it to Tony’s inner thigh. Shaking his head, he put it back onto its case and said, “Do not tease or press me when it comes to her. It seems I have no humor on the topic.”
    Tony nodded. “I understand. I feel the same for Renee.”
    “Exactly.” Gregorio nodded. He ran his hands through his hair and looked across the expanse before them. “Call our men. Meet me at the mansion in two hours. It’s time to start.”
    “Two hours?” Tony asked.
    “Yes, I need to ensure Alessandra is still safe.”
    “Two hours then.”
    Without another word both men walked away from each other, both on their own missions.
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Alessandra couldn’t believe it. Her father was someone she didn’t recognize if Vasily was to be believed. He was a monster of a man that had destroyed lives without compunction. He had killed far more people than her mind could wrap around. She was simply stunned she hadn’t seen what so many had. She hadn’t seen that part of her father, and she didn’t know if she was glad to have never had that part of him around her or if she felt somehow cheated of the truth.
    She looked up when she heard someone at the door. Wiping her face with shaking hands, she called for whoever it was to enter. She watched the door open and shifted in her bed slightly.
    “Alessandra?” Oh god, she knew that voice. Before he even pushed the door fully open she knew who was on the other side of the door. It was the man she had been dreaming of for far too long. It was Gregorio. When he stepped into her room and closed the door quietly behind him, she could only watch him.
    He was powerful. Every inch of his body was tightly coiled muscle, but he was more than that. Gregorio was handsome, even with the scar that raced down his cheek from forehead to chin. He radiated confidence and now that she knew what her father was and the part Gregorio played in that life, she realized he was also beyond dangerous.
    “I wanted to see how you were doing,” he said as he approached her bed. He looked down at her feet and the wrappings she still wore.
    “I’m alive, thanks to you.” She shifted slightly and gave him room to sit on her bed if he wanted to. “You can sit,” she said softly.
    “Thank you.” He took a seat on the foot of her bed. She was shocked when he placed his large hands on her ankles and pulled her feet into his lap. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get there sooner.” He spoke quietly as he began to lightly massage her feet.
    She felt the shock at the feeling of his fingers as they lightly stroked her toes. She watched him carefully. “You’ve never came to my bedroom. What’s changed?”
    “Everything.” He was a massive man, but when he talked to her he spoke as if he were the most considerate man around, even though she knew he wasn’t. “There are changes that will be happening in the coming days, Alessandra. I need you to know I will do everything in my power to ensure you are not harmed along the way.” He moved his hands up away from her foot to her ankles and then the back of her calves. He stroked her calves