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“Are you getting a good look?”

My eyes snapped up to hers. I swallowed and nodded and then shook my head. “Sorry, shit.”

I closed my eyes and tried to be calm. “I’m going to get the parts to fix the water tank.”

The tension between us grew as I marched forward. My feet stopped before Isabella despite my internal protest. Her head was tilted, her eyes still red but firm with a regal air. She reminded me of the princesses back home. There was no way I was good enough for a woman like Isabella, but fuck me, I was determined to win her over.

“I’ll be back,” I said, forcing myself to walk away. My blood was like alcohol burning in my veins, and she’d lit a fire to the high-octane accelerant.

Glancing back as I opened the door, my eyes locked with hers, and I knew I was in trouble. She was trouble.

Chapter Eighteen

DARIO

How the fuck did I get suckered into this? I stomped out of the hardware store and looked like a damn pack mule. I guess I could’ve gotten a buggy, but the list didn’t look that bad. That was until every asshole I spoke to upsold me on all the other parts I needed to make the one I wanted work properly. What the hell was up with that? Why did I need ten packages when I only came in for one?

I always parked at the back of the lot so that some dick for brains wouldn’t hit my truck. Getting arrested because I smashed the fucker’s face into the hood of his car wasn’t a great idea when you’re trying to remain hidden. It didn’t stop me from being tempted, though.

Lifting the bags above my head, I squeezed through a tight opening between two vehicles and growled at the poor parking job—case in point. Walking up to the bed of my truck, I swung all the bags over the side and slipped off the plastic that was cutting off the circulation in my arms.

Mid-turn, I spotted Enzo’s SUV parked beside my truck. What the fuck? He was supposed to get started on the crap in the house while I went and got supplies. Why the fuck was he here rather than there? Stomping around the back of my truck, I realized he was still in his vehicle.

“Son of a bitch,” I snarled. Enzo’s head was back like he was sleeping, but his hand furiously stroked his cock. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I bellowed as I yanked open his passenger door.

“Ah!” Enzo yelled and jumped while he gripped his cock, and the thing unloaded like a gun, making a mess all over the inside of his windshield. “Fuck, man.” He grimaced and hunched over, nursing his dick that was still making a mess of his car.

“Disgusting. This is why you can’t have nice things.”

“I was fine until you scared me,” Enzo complained as he shot daggers at me with his eyes. “Now look at the mess. I had napkins ready. Dammit.”

“Yeah, it’s my fault you’re yanking your wanker in a public parking lot. You’re fucking shampooing this bitch before anyone else gets in, and don’t think I won’t tell Angelo if you don’t.”

“Such a fucking asshole.” Enzo leaned over and opened the glove compartment, grabbing another thick wad of napkins, but a drop fell from the ceiling onto his knee. “Shit.”

“Why the hell are you here stroking your meat? You’re supposed to be working on the house.”

“She was like half naked and….”

“Half naked? What was she wearing?”

He licked his lips. “A button-up cardigan, but it was fucking hot, man, and I had to touch her foot.”

“You’re a disgrace to the male race. Get yourself cleaned up. I have a few more stops to make, and then I’ll head to the house. Do you think you can handle that? Or are you planning on playing a little more tug and spray?”

“No, I’m sore now. I almost pulled my shit off because of you.”

“I guess you learned your lesson then. Better me than a cop.” I was about to slam the door when Enzo called out my name. “What?”

“Can you get this stuff too?” He reached for a piece of paper on the passenger seat, but I swiped it before he could touch it with his hand.

“Fucker, don’t touch shit that I have to touch with your dirty cock hand.” I glared at the list and growled. “Are you kidding me? You want me to go back in there?”

“I was going to, but I needed to relieve myself first.”

“What you were doing is not called relieving. Taking a piss is relieving yourself. That was a public display of indecency. Asshole.” I slammed the door and stomped back into the hardware store to be raped for more money.