I shook my head and dropped to my knees before her and gripped her hips, tilting them toward me, taking her clit into my mouth and sucking, my scent on her, my taste on her. Her free hand gripped the table at her back, and I spread her open, her pussy dripping, a mixture from both of us. I smeared it up along her opening with my fingers, sucking her clit harder, feeling her knees give away as she cried out, coming, the hand still holding the cocked pistol on my shoulder to keep herself upright, her body shuddering, her breath hitching.

I loosened my hold on her and looked at her face, her beautiful, soft, sad face. She slid to her knees, and we stayed like that, watching each other, enemies, lovers, pawns in a game.

“Kill me, Gia,” I whispered, my voice failing as I took her hand, the one that held my gun, and set the barrel at my chest. “Kill me after I kill my uncle. After I kill Victor.”

She watched me, and for a long moment, I wasn’t sure what she’d do. All it would take was the quick pull of her finger, and I’d be dead. Out of my fucking misery.

I wasn’t even scared.

But she shook her head and set the weapon down beside us and held onto my bloodied cheeks. She ran her tongue up along my face, then brought crimson-stained lips to mine and slid her tongue between my lips before kissing me, the taste of her mixed with that of my own blood.

“I want to pull the trigger on Victor. I kill him. Not you.”

She barely took her lips from mine as she muttered the words.

I nodded and kissed her and remembered how I’d called Isabella my vengeful little bitch once. I grinned behind the kiss, holding onto Gia like she held me. Knowing we knelt on the very spot I’d nearly killed Salvatore, knowing I’d fucked Gia standing on the stain of his blood. Knowing I was truly a monster because I didn’t find it wrong. I didn’t feel guilt. Not anymore. And as I stripped Gia’s clothes off her and spread her legs open to feast again, I felt good. I felt hungry. Hungry for vengeance. Hungry for her.

Gia was my match. My perfect match.

I was right when I’d told her she was like me. She hated like me.

And I trusted she’d do what she promised.

She’d end me once this was finished.

I’d help her get her revenge.

And then I’d be finished.

And I’d take all that was left of the Benedetti family down with me once and for all.

16

Gia

I kept Dominic’s gun. I laid it beneath the pillow beside me and slept.