Sins of the Son

SINS OF THE SON A DARK ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE CAVALIERI BILLIONAIRE LEGACY BOOK TWO ZOE BLAKE Copyright © 2023 by Zoe Blake All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Blake, Zoe Poison Ink Publications Sins of the Son Cover Design by Dark City Designs Model Rodiney Santiago Photographer Wander Aguiar CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Epilogue About the Author Also by Zoe Blake CHAPTER 1 MILANA I stared with growing alarm as Cesare Cavalieri stalked toward me, his jealous anger palpable. Before I could escape, his firm hand wrapped around my upper arm and wrenched my body behind him. He then stepped up to his cousin, Matteo. “Walk away.” Matteo’s questioning gaze moved to me, then back to Cesare. “I didn’t know.” Cesare ground out, “Now you do.” The moment Matteo left, Cesare turned his wrath on me. “Stay away from Matteo. Trust me. He’s interested in just one thing.” I cocked my head to one side as I raised an eyebrow. “You would know.” Cesare stepped closer, the primal threat of his superior height and strength unmistakable. He had been working the grapevines all day alongside his father and brother. The heady masculine scent of leather, soil, and sweat still clung to his body. I stared at the steady pulse at the base of his neck and wondered if his skin would taste salty if I licked it. As if sensing my illicit thoughts, Cesare moved even closer, his thigh brushing mine as he raised his arm to wrap his hand around my waist. My eyes widened. With a gasp, I stepped back, breaking the spell. He curled his fingers into a fist as he lowered his arm. His dark gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth. When he spoke, his voice was a low, sensual growl. “I’m tiring of this game you’re playing, Milana. Either tell me what the fuck I did wrong so I can apologize or get over it.” I took a long sip from my wineglass as I glared at him over the rim before raising it high in the air and smashing it violently at his feet. “It will be a cold day in hell before I ever… ever… forgive you, Cesare Cavalieri.” * * * I stomped up the limestone gravel path to the cottage on the Cavalieri estate. My prison. Technically, as far as prisons went, it was pretty posh. The bedroom alone was bigger than my entire apartment, but that was not the point. I stamped my foot for emphasis, even though I was venting to no one but myself. My foot landed on a stone the wrong way. My ankle collapsed to the side as the heel on my favorite pair of knockoff Dolce midnight black pumps snapped. I wrenched off my shoes and picked up the broken heel. If I ever laid eyes on Cesare Cavalieri again, I would throw these shoes at his head. God! Why had I let him back into my life? Oh, right, I didn’t! He'd forced his way back into my life when he kidnapped me from my apartment and got me fired. Bastard. Although that was not really true, was it? He was not a bastard. That was part of the problem. He was one of the exalted sons and heirs of the great Cavalieri fortune, practically a living god as far as most of Italy was concerned. Tall, handsome, and rich, the man could probably get away with murder in this town and everyone would turn a blind eye because he was a Cavalieri. Hell, he'd dragged me out of my apartment kicking and screaming, and not one person had rushed to my aid, the moment they saw whose shoulder I was slung over. Because in the village of Cavalieri, the Cavalieri men were kings. Damn, damn, damn him. Limping up to the cottage door, I rummaged for my key. Not finding it, I dumped the contents of my purse out on the courtyard bench. Pushing aside shiny tubes of various shades of red lipstick, my compact, my mascara, the gold earrings I wore yesterday, the silver ones I wore last Monday, the onyx resin bangle I’d been looking for—which I slipped on my wrist—and a purple silk change purse filled with perfume samples, I finally found the cottage keys. I unlocked the door and slipped my arm inside. My palm slid along the interior plaster wall, searching for the light switch. I couldn’t enter until the light was on. Once the main room was flooded with a warm, welcoming glow, I opened the door wide and crossed the threshold. I rushed from room to room, turning on all the lights. Only then did the tightness in my chest ease. Returning to the courtyard, I swept my arm over the bench and scooped all the items back into my purse which I tossed, along with my ruined heels, on the seat of a nearby chair before securing the door. I sank to the floor and hugged my legs to my chest as I rested my chin on my knees. What did I do now? My best friend Amara was practically engaged to Barone Cavalieri, Cesare's father, and moving on with her life. Soon she would be married and starting a family. Not that I worried she