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won’t
speak to any of them.”
    “ The FBI will trace the
call.”
    “ Then allow me to call from
some place
else.”
    “ I will have to speak to
Frano about it.”
    “ Please do ,” she said, wiping her eyes,
the inner turmoil she was going through clear.
    Wanting to comfort her, I placed a hand on
her arm.
    She backed up quickly. “I’m sorry, but I
just … what you did… I can’t be near someone like you?” She turned
and ran out of the room.
    I looked over my shoulder as Frano came
out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his hips. “What was
that about?” he asked.
    “ Honey’s upset over her family.
If someone escorts her to a different part of the island, will you
allow her to leave a brief message for her family, telling them
she’s alright and is happy where she is?”
    “ No.”
    “ I didn’t think
so.”
    “ Why did you ask
then ?”
    “ She asked me to, plus you
could’ve said yes. Still, I would have someone watch her closely,
because I think she will try to call home regardless.”
    He walked up to me. “She is being
watched.”
    “ Good.” I dropped the
sheet, his eyes going to my body. “Are you alright?”
    Frowning, h e looked up at my face. “No,
but I will deal with the consequences of my actions.” His frown
deepened. “And, I will also do as you suggested.”
    “ What did I
suggest ?”
    “ Not to marry Camila. Instead,
I’ll string her along, pretending that I will. But, if I do this
you will need to contact your famiglia . Because if I don’t align with the Donatelli, I
need to join with the Salvi—if that’s even viable.”
    “ I will make it happen,” I said,
feeling intensely relieved.
    He covered his
mouth ,
looking like he was trying to hide a smile. “So, you’re going to
marry me?”
    I frowned . “What? Where did that come
from?”
    He
dropped his
hand, looking extremely happy. “The way families are
joined
on my island is
through marriage, which means you, Sophia Salvi, just agreed to be
my wife.”
     

 
     
    3
    SOPHIA
    Frano was standing at what I assumed was his bedroom window. He
was looking out at the sea and was ... shirtless! I had come over to speak to Jagger,
but his horrible uncle had turned me away. Because of that big ape,
I had to hide behind the large tree across the road from their
house, waiting for an opportunity to see Jagger. Though, I got
sidetracked when Frano appeared at his window. But, who could blame
me? He was the sexiest man ever; he totally turned my insides to
mush. My mouth watered just by looking at him. Regardless, it made
me feel guilty as sin. I enjoyed spending time with Jagger; he was
the perfect boyfriend: kind, gentle, patient, everything a girl
could ask for, but Frano was just so… so… drop-dead gorgeous. No
matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him off my mind. I had
fantasized about him last night, touching myself as I imagined what
he could do to me. I’d kept replaying yesterday’s encounter over
and over again. Although I’d gotten angry with him for treating me
like a child, and was shocked that he’d smacked my ass, my anger
had quickly turned into arousal. I liked that he’d touched me, and
the thought of his hands on me made my pussy throb.
    Damn it! Frano had moved away from the
window. I wanted to see more of him. Like a lot more of him. I’d never seen a man’s body
... well, except for my brother, but he didn’t count.
    The front door opened, cutting
off my line of thought. I hoped it was Jagger’s uncle leaving, but instead
a shirtless Frano stepped outside with his brother Alberto. The two
men couldn’t have looked more different if they tried. Alberto had
rough features, a big brow, and an ape-like body, just like his
horrible father. Whereas, Frano looked like an Adonis: his face was
flawless, and I swear Michelangelo himself must have molded his
divine body. He had muscular biceps, well-defined abs, and, unlike
Alberto, not an ounce of fat to be found. And not to forget