Resisting the King: The Sovrano Crime Family, #2

By Jessa York

Giselle

He scared me away—and now he wants me back.

But does he really?

The only thing he needs from me—is what he pays for.

By the hour.

That—he can get from anyone.

Not just me.

And I want more.

I'm stupid, I know.

So, when his brother offers exactly what I desire—should I take it?

Or should I do the smart thing and leave them both and move on?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa York
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215227718

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Just a quick note my readers:

This is Book 2 of my Sovrano Crime Family Series. If you haven’t read Book 1—you’ll spoil the heck out of yourself!! This series NEEDS to be read in order. If you’re having difficulties with the series order, please head to the, Also by Jessa York, in the Table of Contents.

Happy reading!!

Love, Jessa.

Giselle

Icouldn’t remember how much time you received for motor vehicle theft—but I seemed to remember my neighbor getting put away for at least a year and a half.

That was only if you got caught, though.

Which I most definitely would be.

But my baby needed me. The sound of her crying in the background while I spoke to Lenore nearly killed me.

Gosh, I hated leaving my kid. Daniella deserved so much more than what I could give her.

Part of me thought she’d be better off with a real family. A mom, a dad, and maybe some siblings.

Security.

And a nice house with a backyard she could play in. Not the crappy one we had.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself.

Now was not the time for a breakdown.

Yes, I’d just left a client’s house.

And that client had been stripped down to his tight, black boxer briefs. My mouth watered just thinking about what I’d left back in that bedroom.

I knew Carlo had big dick energy, but holy cow—he certainly had the merchandise to back it up.

Not that I’d ever see him again.

No, Carlo had been more than pissed off at me leaving.

And I was more than pissed off at him for being pissed off at me.

What did he expect me to do? My kid was sick. She needed me.

Of course, I had to go to her.

Okay, so Carlo didn’t know all of the details.

Or—any of the details.

Still, he could have been a bit more understanding when I told him I had to go.

Instead of screaming, I expect you to do what I fucking pay you for!

I gasped as I remembered how freaking angry he’d been.

He’d roared at me like a big, scary beast.

I’d been yelled at before. By men who’d done mean, horrible things to me.

For some reason, having Carlo scream at me hurt so much worse.

And I knew why.

Because I was a stupid idiot.

I’d allowed myself to pretend that Carlo was interested in me.

That we were on real dates—not ones that he was paying me for.

I’d let myself think he wanted me—for me.

When all he really wanted was to get into my panties.

I didn’t know why it took him so long to get to this point. And now I guess I never would.

I stepped on the gas and Carlo’s Maserati zoomed even faster down the highway.

I wondered if he’d even realized it was gone yet. And if he’d report me.

One thing was for certain—they wouldn’t have a problem finding me in this car. No wonder Carlo spent so much money on it. Driving this thing was a dream.

It was fast and quiet and it felt like I wasn’t even touching the road. More like I was flying.

I hadn’t turned on any music. I figured it would be easier to hear the police sirens.

I’m coming for you, Dani, I whispered to myself and hit the gas even harder.

Carlo

What the fuck just happened?

One minute I was ripping my clothes off and lighting candles in the bedroom. Getting ready to finally—finally, slide inside of the woman I’d been fantasizing about for a month now.

And the next minute, she was in my bedroom, announcing that she had to leave.

Leave me with a hard-on and blue, aching balls.

After she disappeared from my bedroom, I blew all the candles out—which took a minute to do—and pulled on some clothes.

When I raced down the stairs, I didn’t see her. I figured she’d be waiting for me to drive her home.

I stormed through the rest of the house to find her.

Giselle was nowhere to be seen.

What the fuck? I repeated to myself as I looked around—seeking any kind of hint I could find.

Nothing.

I strode up to the front door and decided to look outside. Maybe she was standing out there.

I grabbed for my keys on the small table by the door—the very empty small table.

Panic shot through me.

I swung the door open only to find my Maserati gone.

What the fuck? I bellowed into the night air. Had she really just stolen my car? Unfuckingbelieveable, I muttered and slammed the door shut.

Then I marched through the house and tried to get my rage under control. I swear to God, if I saw her right now, I’d throw her over my knee, yank her panties down, and smack her ass until it was a nice shade of pink.

I stopped at the door that led to one of the garages. My fingers pulled a set of keys from a hook on the wall, and I opened the door.

The Maserati that Giselle had taken was one of my fastest cars.

Fortunately, I had another one. This one was red. I didn’t drive it often, but it would be my best bet at catching up to Giselle.

Once I was on the road, I kept a heavy foot on the gas. I also kept an eye on the ditches.

I swear to Christ, if she ended up killing herself in that car—well—I’d—Fuck! I yelled and hit the steering wheel with my hand. How the hell did this go so wrong, so quickly?

The way she was kissing me in the theater—and in my car—and on the driveway—I could tell she wanted more.

And she even said she wanted more.

So why did she suddenly want to bolt when we were getting to the good part?

I had no goddamn idea.

All I knew was that my balls were still sore as shit. They’d been just as excited as I had been at the prospect of finally fucking Giselle.

I shouldn’t have let her go back into her room. No, what I should have done was pick her up and toss her on my bed, instead.

I stepped on the gas. Giselle had a head start on me and I wanted to make sure I caught her.

I didn’t take her for the grand theft auto type—so I knew where she’d be.

A few minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot just in time to see her exiting my car. I honked my horn, and she turned her head in my direction.

Giselle frowned until I got closer. Then, recognition settled in.

I pulled up beside her and jumped out. Keys, I said as I stormed right up in front of her. I held my hand out and she dumped the keys onto my palm.

So, you’re a liar and a thief? I snarked, feeling more than a little jilted.

She opened her mouth like she was going to say something—but then she closed it for a moment. I watched as her backbone straightened. I’ll have Ilona return your money for today.

Christ.

I hadn’t even thought about the money. Good, you do that.

Her face changed and she stepped back almost as though I’d struck her. I just said I would.

You’ll forgive me if I don’t take you at your word. I’ll be checking in with Ilona to make sure you follow through.

She shrugged and glared at me. Do whatever you need to, Carlo, she said in an icy, cool voice.

Trust me, Giselle, I leaned in and lowered my voice to a menacing level, I’ll do exactly that.

Great, she said and took in a stuttered breath, I’m sure she’ll find you a different girl who’ll fulfill your needs better than I did.

Even though the thought of sleeping with anyone else but Giselle made me feel slightly ill, I kept playing her game. Mostly because I was pissed right off. Well, she couldn’t do any worse, now, could she? My eyes narrowed on hers and I saw the hatred she carried behind them.

I’m sorry things didn’t work out and I wasted your time. Her eyes looked like they were beginning to water.

Me, too, I said snidely, and it felt like I’d stabbed myself directly in the heart. I never would have spent all that time and money on you if I thought you’d just end up running away.

She moved back like I’d physically struck her. Then she spoke in that uptight, unreal, fake voice that she used on me when we’d first met, I apologize, Carlo. But I have to go. She turned to her car and fished the keys out of her purse.

I inhaled a deep breath and barked, I swear to Christ, Giselle, her head spun back to me, if you leave now, I waved my hand between us, this is the last time you’ll ever see me.

It was only for a mere second—and to anyone else, it might have been an imperceptible shift, but I saw it. She’d let her guard down and displayed exactly how that statement made her feel.

After that, she steeled herself and said, Whatever you want, Carlo. You’re the boss. All too quickly, she opened her door.

Fuck.

I had to stop her.

No matter how pissed she’d made me, I still wanted her in my bed.

In my life.

A weird, tingly feeling traveled through my body and circled around my heart. I rubbed my chest to try and get rid of the odd sensation. Giselle, I said one more time, hoping that if she looked at me—really looked at me—she’d change her mind and stay.

I have to go. She twisted her head around and gave me a sad look.

And it fucking broke my heart.

Stay, I said, holding my breath, hoping like hell she’d do what I asked.

Instead, she shook her head. I can’t, I told you that. I-I-don’t know what you expect me to do—

I cut her off as my blood began to boil again. I expect you to fulfill your obligations, I yelled at her and inhaled deeply, to do what I paid you for.

Her shoulders fell as she whirled around to face me again. With a raised, pissed off voice, she let it all hang out. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Carlo! she spat out. Some people have bigger problems than deciding how many horses to buy, or picking out the perfect bottle of wine for lunch.

Her chest heaved as she sucked in more oxygen.

Problems? I asked, and tried to lower my voice a few decibels. My hands found my hips. What problems do you have?

She let out a loud, sarcastic laugh and tipped her head back. What problems don’t I have? Her eyes narrowed on mine and it felt like she’d just socked me right in the gut.

Thinking about Giselle—and her problems, made the pain in my chest worse.