Chapter 31

Vance

Her father is still fast asleep. And very much tied to a chair in the living room. My hand brushes through Isabella's hair. He underestimated me, and he knows better. Or have I underestimated him? He only brought one soldier, but more could arrive if he doesn't report in soon.

As if reading my mind, Isabella steps away from me, goes to her father, and fishes through his pocket. She lifts his phone and uses his sleeping face to open it. Her fingers move in a flurry as she sends a text and sets the phone on the table beside him.

"What'd you do?" I ask.

She smirks. "I told them it's done. If we didn't, they'd send more men."

I may not be a part of their life, but we're on the same page there. The last thing we want is for the cavalry to come for her next.

My hand wraps up in her hair, and I drag her into me. "So fucking smart," I growl.

She leans into me and I capture her mouth, completely ignoring the fact that her father sleeps just feet away as my tongue dances with hers. When I step into her until her back hits the wall, she whimpers.

"What if I wanted to fuck you in front of your father?" I ask.

A warm breath leaves her lips. "I can't," she pants.

My eyebrow rises. "I didn't expect Isabella Angotti to be shy." My hand moves up her bare thighs, raising the hem of the oversized t-shirt she's wearing.

"I'm not shy!"

"Then suck my dick in front of your father," I whisper.

Her hands wash down my body as she drops to her knees. She tugs down my boxers, and my cock springs to life in front of her face. I'm constantly hard around this girl.

Bella's mouth wraps around me, and I thrust my hips to meet her movements. My hand grips the back of her head and encourages her. I drop back my head and release a groan from the depths of my belly because her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

"Goddamn it, Isabella, you feel so good."

I look over and see her father stirring. I'm tempted to stop her, but he'll be drowsy for a little longer. I fuck her throat harder and faster. I love that he might witness my cock in his sweet little girl's mouth. Fucking her face.

He murmurs something, and my balls tighten until the pleasure bearing down on me grows intolerable.

"I'm going to come," I growl. "Daddy's going to come right in front of your father."

"Please," she begs. Her lips spread for me, and I jerk my cock in front of her face to spill the pearls of pleasure onto her beautiful tongue. Her father's groan echoes mine as I finish on his beloved daughter.

On my beloved Bella.

My girl.

"I love you so fucking much, and I'm not saying that because of an imminent risk of death. I'm saying it with my come on your tongue because I want you to swallow those feelings I have for you. I want to be a part of what's inside you."

Isabella licks the come off her lips like the boss bitch she is and smiles up at me. "Love you too, daddy," she says with a playful waggle of her tongue.

Speaking of daddies, we need to deal with her actual father. His glassy eyes focus on me as I put away my cock.

"Morning, father of the year," I say as I drag his head back by his hair.

"You sick fuck," he hisses, a tired, dazed ebb in his tone.

"I'm sick because I played with your daughter consensually, but you're A-OK with the fact that her ‘husband' tried to force himself on her? Makes sense." I inhale. "Or are you mad that your daughter wants to be with me, but not the man you picked for her?"

"You don't understand this life, Lore, and I don't expect you to understand, but you have no idea what you've done."

"What do I have to do to get you to accept us and our desire to be together? I don't need you to like it, but I need you to leave us the fuck alone."

"I won't ever accept it," he says.

I pull a knife from my pocket and press the blade to his throat. "Then I'll have to kill you."

"You wouldn't."

I would. I really fucking would. But we can't run from them forever.

I rip the knife from his throat and go for his dick. All men value that over their lives.

"Wait!" he yells, a mere centimeter from me giving him a bloody new piercing. "Let's talk, you fucking psychopath."

"I'm not a psychopath. You and your people just don't like anyone willing to challenge you." I gesture toward Isabella. "For her, I'll challenge any one of you. All of you."

"What about your affair?" Isabella's sing-song voice comes up behind me.

"My what?" her father asks.

"I know you're fucking that twenty-something-year-old you hired," she says. "I saw it."

"What the fuck does that matter?"

She smirks. "If my mother's family found out, it wouldn't go over well for you. You'd lose anything you didn't create yourself. And that's quite a lot, isn't it, father? Grandpa's investments got you to where you are today."

Angelino's eyes narrow. "Are you kidding me, Isabella? Blackmailing your own father?"

Isabella laughs. "Let's not play who has more morals here."

He exhales, low and slow. "What do you want to keep your mouth shut?"

"To be left alone." She looks at me. "With Vance."

"Then you will have absolutely nothing from me. You know that, right? Nothing."

She scoffs. "I want nothing from you, aside from turning a blind eye."

While they talk, I walk into my kitchen and draw up a quick contract. It states that Isabella is mine, that they are to fuck right off about us, and that he, as the head of his family, gives us his blessing to exit the life.

I return to the living room and throw the contract into his face. "Sign this. It says that you'll leave us alone. For good."

His dark eyes narrow on me. "I need my fucking hand for that."

I release one hand and throw the pen into his lap. Once he's scrawled his signature on the line, I whip his hand upward, take the knife, and cut his palm. "Sign it with blood, too. We know how important that is to your families."

That's an oath he can't go back on, though we all know how much integrity the man has. But I'll be ready if he goes back on it. I will always be ready.

"You sure about this?" I ask Isabella, before we both sign.

"I've never been more certain about anything, Vance," she says with a confident nod.

Isabella is willing to throw away everything she knew about her old life to build a life with me that will never offer the luxury and grandeur she was used to. I can offer her different things, though. I just hope I can make her happy.

And I hope she's making the right choice, because there's no coming back from this.

With all three signatures on the paper, a satisfied smile slides onto her face. She turns to me and raises her eyebrows. "Now kill him."