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you just ruined my game with the nurse.”
    She turns her head and bites back a laugh. “Ruined what game? You were just misleading her, trying to avoid saying her name.”
    “So you were paying attention to me?” I point out.
    Her face falls. “Do you actually believe the shit that comes out of your mouth?”
    “I do. More importantly, other women do, so stop challenging me. I won’t always play nice, Countess Dracula.” I skim my thumb up her spine, making her shiver.
    “If this is nice, then I don’t even want to know what not nice is to you.” She jerks forward, obviously upset that I made her tremble with a simple touch.
    Then don’t play games, girl.
    “And by the way, not once have you addressed me by my given name,” she scolds, causing me to grin.
    “But as you requested, I also don’t call you baby . You can’t have it all, Dracula .”
    She throws me a bland stare as another woman passes me and holds my gaze.
    “Don’t tell me that she’s another one of yours ?” Rosa grumbles.
    “My what?” I play ignorant and beam at the other woman.
    “You have the attention span of a child,” Rosa continues.
    With that, my eyes cut to her.
    “I’m honestly starting to wonder how many women here you’ve slept with.” She waves her hands around dramatically.
    I snort. Slept with? None. I do not sleep with them. Yet her disgusted expression bothers me somewhat.
    “You should try monogamy once in a while,” she rebukes me, actually rebukes me.
    It has nothing to do with monogamy and everything to do with evading personal attachments. And simply because I enjoy teasing her, I lie, “I don’t believe in monogamy.”
    “What?” A deep crease forms on her forehead. “That’s sad. You share your body with just anyone and don’t ever feel anything special?”
    “Oh, it’s special.” I let the innuendo linger.
    “What is? Spilling your seed?” she throws back.
    “God, you’re so direct,” I tell her and stand up straight, astonished again at this woman’s unpredictable conduct.
    She presses her shoulder against mine and tilts her head to the side and up to mutter, “Why? Are you uncomfortable when I talk about your seed? You were very willing to talk about my breasts. Maybe now I’d like to discuss your cock.”
    “Jesus, fuck.” I rub a hand down my face. We are not having this discussion.
    How did we end up talking about my cock?
    Just like that, the tables have turned and she glances cynically at my groin. “Maybe that arrogance comes from overcompensating?”
    Christ, this woman’s found an unholy delight in tormenting me. Though her adorable tone is too attractive.
    Why the hell have I been standing here talking to Rosa for fifteen minutes?
    “That’s my cue to leave,” I comment with a grin.
    “Bye, Logan ,” she whispers, reminding me of the reason why I came to talk to her in the first place.
    Well played, Rosa Calderone. I guess there’s more to Rosa and her recklessness than I initially thought.
    But now, I need some relief from dealing with her. When the party’s in full swing, I note suspiciously few guards on the balconied second floor, and then I see a man who isn’t a Syndicate guard holding a gun, scrutinizing the crowd below. This man is a Ukrainian mafia member; I know his face from when I had to rescue Rosa from the Ukrainian sex club several months ago. Ukrainians on Italian territory can’t mean good news, and since I’m one of the men who’s working on this club’s new security system, I realize this could pose a problem for me.
    Without delay, I rally up three main guards and everything moves in fast forward from then on. I discover a breach on the second floor, in Adriano’s office. He and Luca have had a confrontation with some Ukrainians, but the enemy is being overpowered without a problem. While the guards are capturing all the Ukrainians inside the club and managing to avoid disrupting the party, I’m in Adriano’s office with Luca, Fallon,