The Viper Donna：Stepmother’s Mafia Justice Chapter 11
The Consummation of Blood
He came to my room at midnight.
He did not knock. The door opened, and Dominic stood there.
He had showered and changed into a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
A thin line of dried blood still marked his collarbone. Whatever happened in Europe had followed him home.
I was on the balcony, leaning against the railing. The estate below us was dark and finally under control.
He closed the door behind him. Locked it.
“Three months,” he said, crossing the room toward me. “I left you here with nothing. No backup. No authority anyone recognized. No money of your own.”
“And?”
“And you took my house apart and rebuilt it with your bare hands.”
I turned to face him. “Someone had to.”
He stopped two feet from me. Close enough that I could smell soap, smoke, and his cologne.
His eyes moved over my face—not the way men usually looked at me.
Not with fear. Not with calculation.
He wanted me.
“What do you want, Sloane?”
“Excuse me?”
“From this.” He gestured between us. “From me. The Moretti name. The money. The title. What’s your price?”
I held his gaze. “You think I did all of that for a paycheck?”
“I think everyone has a motive.”
“Fine.” I stepped closer. Close enough to feel his body heat. “I want a husband who shows up. I want two children who grow up strong enough to inherit everything you’ve built. And I want you to never, ever leave them unprotected again.”
His jaw tightened.
“If you can’t do that,” I said, “then stay out of my way and let me do it for you.”
His eyes changed. He stopped measuring me.
“You’re not afraid of me,” he said.
“No.”
“Everyone is afraid of me.”
“I’m not everyone. You already knew that when you chose me.”
His hand came up. His fingers closed around my jaw, firm but careful. He tilted my face toward him.]
“I picked you,” he said quietly, “because I watched you fight your own family in broad daylight and win. I picked you because three years ago, I saw you beat your stepmother bloody in the street, then walk away and buy yourself dinner like nothing happened.”
My breath caught.
“You saw that?”
“I saw everything. The fight. The tears you wiped when you thought no one was looking. The coat you gave to that homeless kid on the corner.” His thumb traced my jaw. “Everyone said you were vicious. But I knew better.”
My chest went tight. No one had ever looked past my reputation. No one had ever seen me clearly and stayed.
“I needed someone vicious,” he said. “Someone who would protect my children the way no one ever protected her.”
“So you used me.”
“Yes.”
He did not flinch. He did not apologize. He only told the truth.
“And now?” I asked.
“Now I don’t want it to be an arrangement anymore.”
He kissed me hard. His hands moved to my waist and pulled me against him.
I kissed him back. Not gently. Not sweetly. With all the anger I had been holding for three months.
He lifted me against the stone wall of the balcony. His body pinned mine there. I did not pull away.
“Partners,” I said against his mouth.
“Partners,” he repeated.
After that, we stopped talking.
That night, we stopped being strangers tied by a contract. We became partners.
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