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Hmmm, I wonder what is considered to be en vogue for the firing squad these days?
By the time I have mulled over my current predicament, dressed, styled my hair, and put on my make-up, I hear a car pulling up the driveway.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and walk the long hallway. My heart thumps harder with every step I take down the hallway to the stairs, walking closer toward the front door.
When I reach the top of the stairs, both Sal and Angelo are standing at the bottom in the foyer.
This is like some romantic movie moment.
Both of them stare up at me, their eyes looking over me as though I am the most amazing thing they have ever seen. Both coveting to take me as their own.
A perverse movie moment where I walk downstairs and destroy one of them.
Taking the stairs slowly, my eyes slowly dart between the two of them as my heart and mind still fight over which of them is the right choice.
ChapterThirty-Two
SALVATORE
Dressed in a pair of tattered jeans and a fitted T-shirt, Ellie looks fucking exquisite as she walks down the stairs. Her eyes passing between us, I can see the trepidation etched on her face. With each step she moves slower as though she is granting herself more time.
Stopping a few feet before the two of us, her mouth opens but words don’t come out. She takes a moment to clear her throat.
“I’ve never had to do this before,” she stammers and fidgets, “Not choose between two guys, I mean, but…”
“It’s okay, Ellie,” my voice is deep and calming, “Take a deep breath and take your time.”
She closes her eyes and her chest rises as she inhales deeply, slightly pursing her lips before blowing out equally as slow.
“I really don’t know what to say. Regardless of the words used, I know it hurts to be rejected,” her eyes continue to pan between the two of us. Never fully committing to prolonged eye contact with either of us.
“Angelo,” she steps toward him and takes his hand. I watch a smile begin to spread on his face. There is a smugness, a darkness, that I don’t think Ellie sees in him. I give a gentlemanly nod to him and am prepared to walk to my office when Ellie says, “I’m really sorry, Angelo.”
“You’re what?” He aggressively pulls his hand from hers and I watch an anger I am all too familiar with flicker in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she quietly repeats.
“Youwillbe fucking sorry,” his voice booms through the foyer. “You’re making the wrong choice, Ellie.”
Tears well in her eyes as he continues to yell.
“And you will be sorry,” his eyes dart between the two of us, leaving me unsure which of us he is truly threatening.
The front door slams behind him, and it is as though it breaks that dam that was holding back Ellie’s tears. They steadily flow down her face as I pull her into my chest. Silently holding her, I stroke her hair for a few minutes while she releases her guilt.
“I’ve got you,” my lips brush against her forehead, “I told you that I would put you back together. Let me pick up your pieces,piccolo fiore.”
Her head tips back just far enough for her eyes to meet mine and she nods in agreement.
Placing a tender kiss on her lips, I take her hand and walk her up the stairs. Reaching the top, she steps toward the direction of my room, and I squeeze her hand to pull her back to me.
“So eager,” the corner of my mouth ticks, “Did three days leave you needy for my cock?”
My words cause a blush to creep over her cheeks.
Gripping her chin, I roughly pull her to my lips to kiss her. My lips close enough to hers that I can still feel them, I whisper, “I’m going to enjoy destroying your innocence.”
She exhales, and the trembling hitch of her breath is audible.
