She shoves herself backward on the carpet. “No one.”

I point the blade at her. “Who. Taught you. How to speak. Italian?”

“My Zia.”

“Your Zia?”

“She’s not really my auntie. She’s my housekeeper. My nanny. She’s lived with me my whole life. I call her Zia Teresa.”

There was an old woman around the house, but neither of us gave her a second thought. “Dyed hair? Smokes cigs?”

January blinks rapidly. “Yes. How—”

“This old girl taught you how to say, ‘filthy whore?’”

“No. Our gardeners… they were Sicilian. I used to overhear them sometimes.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Sicilians are swine.”

A small smile creases her mouth.

“What?” I ask.

“Why do all other Italians hate Sicilians?”

She’s trying to be funny. Sweet. I drop to my heels beside her and flip the knife over my knuckles. Her eyes go glassy. Better. I jerk my head at the blackened windows. “It’s dark now, Tits. If you’d stayed at your wedding, you’d be married. Eating crab while Zachery Parker gropes your thighs under the table.”

She swallows, her eyes fixed on the blade. “I… I guess.”

“I know. And in a few more hours, you’d be on your way to the Ritz-Carlton to suck your ugly husband’s cock. Do think Parker’d fuck you like a dog the first time? Bend you over and nail you from behind?”

Her gaze skids away, coming to rest on the wall behind me.

“No, he’d want to see that perfect rack. But then he’d only last thirty seconds.”

I can almost see her thinking ‘don’t let him upset you.’ I laugh. I could tear her apart and watch her piece herself together again all night long. “You’re in luck, Tits. All four of us are better-looking than Parker and we all know how to make it last hours.”

Her ruby red lips tremble. I remember pressing my mouth to them at the cathedral. I was mostly focused on Parker, but it was a sweet kiss. Sugary. She didn’t want to like it, but she couldn’t help herself. I bet she’s the kind of girl who soaks her underwear while you’re making out. “When I stuck my tongue down your throat at the cathedral, was that your first kiss?”

She blinks her doe eyes at me. “I… What?”

“Was it your first kiss? Or did you practice with the girls at school?”

Her mouth twitches and I know she wants to tell me I’m disgusting. My cock thickens in my jeans. I lift the knife, examining the point again. “Tesorina, if you don’t tell me about your first kiss, I’ll give you another one. And this time I’ll bite.”

She shudders. “It was my first kiss.”

“Glad to hear it. I know Tweedledee and Tweedledum didn’t let anything with a cock within ten feet of you, but there’s always a chance someone slipped under the ropes.”

Redness rushes into her pale cheeks. I want to make her cry and then eat her pussy. Listen to her sob while she comes all over my face…