“I walked in there, and it humiliated me,” I whisper.
“Why? Because you thought you were going to negotiate something, and you didn’t have to?” Licking my lips, I sink my teeth in my lower lip and nod once. “This isn’t about your feelings, this is business, passerotta. Part of business, especially when it comes to the famiglia, is knowing the outcome before you step foot in the room. Granted, shit changes sometimes, but when it’s something like this, you have to make sure everything is going to go your way.”
Frowning, my eyes shift to the side, then I bring them back to meet his. “I just want to be more, but I’m never going to be, am I?” I ask.
He snorts. “You’re more than you think, Nicola.”
I drop it, knowing that I’m never going to get any kind of concrete answer from him. He has already made his decision when it comes to me, when it comes to the role that I’m going to play here. I just need to accept that, accept what and who I am in this world.
Benicio flexes his arms around me again before giving me a slight shake. “You’re okay, yeah?” he asks.
My lips turn up into a small, but fake, smile. “I’m okay.” I nod.
If he thinks I’m lying, he doesn’t call me on it. He doesn’t really have an opportunity. His phone rings and I take a step back to allow him room to dig it out of his pocket. When he does, I watch as his brows furrow as he looks at the name on the screen.
“Boss.”
His eyes lift to mine and he frowns again. I don’t know what that means, but my heart starts to race at the look on his face. It means something, and I can already tell that it’s not good, not at all.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’ll be right there.”
He ends the call, lifting his gaze to mine and jerks his chin toward the door. “Inside. I want you to stay in the house, in the bedroom preferably. Ermanno is going to stay here with you. Costa is going to guard the front door and I’m going to call a few soldiers to take care of the perimeter.”
Without saying anything else, he turns from me and begins to walk back inside. Reaching for his wrist, I tug him back slightly.
“What?” he barks, looking at me from over his shoulder.
“Tell me what’s happened?” I ask.
I try not to sound demanding, but inside I’m freaking the fuck out. I wait for a beat, knowing that this will be the moment that he tells me that it’s famiglia business and not for me to know. Except those words never pass his lips and he shocks the shit out of me.
“Arlo has been kidnapped. I need to help. I need to fucking go.”
My heart squeezes inside of my chest. “Go, I’ll be okay here. Just go,” I urge.
I expect him to turn and run off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns completely around to face me. He reaches out, wrapping his arm around my waist before he pulls me against his chest. Then without warning his mouth slams down against my own in a hard, quick kiss.
“I’ll be home soon. Be ready for me, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.
Then without another word, he releases me before he turns around and jogs away. My breath hitches as I watch him go. Ermanno opens the door, popping his head out a few minutes later and grins.
“C’mon inside, Nicola,” he calls.
My feet become unstuck from the ground and only then do I shuffle inside of the house quickly. He closes the door behind me, locking it before he guides me toward the bedroom.
Once I’m inside, I hear him lock the deadbolt so that not only am I locked in and unable to leave, but hopefully it’s a deterrent from anyone coming in to get me as well.
BENICIO
Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to drive toward Gavino’s casino. I have all of my equipment in tow, just in case it’s needed.
I don’t know much information yet, just that Arlo has been taken and that they’re supposed to be bringing him here for a meet. All if it sounds fucking sketchy as shit.
The casino has several cars that I recognize in the parking lot, slamming my car into park once I find a spot, I reach for my bags and quickly exit.
Jogging toward the entrance, I’m not surprised to spy several snipers around the area.
The door guard notices me and knocks on the door, a few seconds later it opens and I don’t even have to slow down, I run right inside.
Gavino is there, his eyes wild as he lifts his gaze to meet my own. “They’re bringing him.”
“He’s okay?” I ask.
He shrugs a shoulder. “Fuck if I know, this whole fucking thing is so goddamn fucked. You can go into the office, set up your shit, I’ll call you when I need you,” he orders.
I don’t take offense to him ordering me around. Not only is he stressed, he’s the fucking boss. I do as he requests, and I set my shit up in his office. Once all my equipment is in place, I hear a scuffle and voices from the main casino floor.
“Benicio,” Gavino calls out.
Since it’s my cue, I open the office door and slowly make my way toward the casino floor. I try not to show my rage, but judging by the look on Arlo’s face, I’m doing a shit job at that.
“Boss,” I murmur.
“This man, he’s the one you saw coming and going from Kade’s?” Gavino asks. I nod, affirming Gavino’s question, unable to fucking talk, I’m so pissed off at seeing my friend restrained. “Good.”
I watch everything go down. Gavino hands Arlo a gun and then he shoots the man who kidnapped him. Kade is sitting next to him, his heart racing as he watches everything unfold, then he announces a huge fucking bomb.
“They have a hit on Luciana if Moreno doesn’t check in after a certain time.”
The blood drains from Gavino and Arlo’s face. I’m sure that I don’t fare much better. Luciana is Gavino’s wife, his queen. His match in every way, and if I’m not mistaken the love of his goddamn life. To hear that there is possibly a hit out on her causes all of us to pause.
A woman screams Arlo’s name and we all turn around. There’s a gorgeous blonde standing in the room, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and filling with unshed tears. I assume that this is his mistress. I don’t blame him one bit, she’s a pretty thing and his wife was a cunt.
Deciding not to hang around and listen to Kade blubber, I walk over to the dead body, a guy named Moreno with the Columbian cartel.
Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, I turn back toward the office and toward my equipment.
If there is a hit out on Luciana, I plan on finding it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hack his phone, but I can fucking try. I’m a firm believer that nobody can hide in today’s world.
Nothing is untraceable, not unless it’s been scrubbed by the government or some shit, and even then, every hacker leaves a window.
Ignoring everything around me, I get to work. I’m by no means a genius when it comes to this shit, but I can get around and hopefully whoever these fuckers are, they’re just dumb enough to let me in.
* * *
Minutes, hours, fuck, days pass by as far as I know and I find nothing. There’s a soft knock at the office door and I lift my head, blinking for what feels like the first time in a month, maybe two.
Gavino is standing at the door, his shoulder leaning against the jamb. He looks fucked up, his hair is a mess, there’re dark circles under his eyes, and he has not just a little stubble, but a fucking beard.
“How long have I been in here?” I ask.
He snorts humorlessly. “Two weeks. I think you’ve slept maybe a total of three hours. Mia keeps bringing you food, but she says you haven’t eaten much.”
“Two weeks?” I rasp.
“Nicola knows that you’re doing a job for me. She’s in safe hands.”
Shaking my head, I moan at the pain that shoots through me. Everything fucking hurts.
Slowly, I try to stand, but my knees give out and I slump back in my chair. Gavino closes the office door and walks over to one of the chairs across from me and sinks down.
“I have
n’t slept either. Not really. I’ve barely showered,” he admits.
“Luciana? She’s okay?”
He nods slowly. “She’s in a safehouse at an undisclosed location. Not even Arlo knows where I have her, nobody does. Nobody except Massimo who is with her as her guard. Which I fucking hate,” he grinds.
I can imagine. I would hate that shit too. In fact, Nicola has been with Ermanno and Costa this entire time and my stomach twists at the thought.
Gulping, I lift my gaze to him, suddenly filled with the urgency to get the fuck home to my woman–my fiancée.
“Get some sleep, take care of your business with the Ricci famiglia. I don’t know if this shit will end or when, but right now we all need some fucking rest,” he says as he stands to his feet.
“Never giving up, Boss. Luciana will be home soon,” I say, feeling completely confident in my words.
He lifts his chin, affirming my words, but not agreeing aloud. I don’t blame him. I’m not sure how confident I would be if it was Nicola. I pack up my shit in silence, my mind buzzing with the lack of information.
Letting out a sigh, I straighten my back and start to head out of the room. “Do me a favor?” Gavino calls out.
Stopping at the door, I turn back to face him. “Yeah?”
“Go through the private hall of rooms, I have something waiting for you in room five.”
Shaking my head, I let out a sigh. “I just want to go home and go to bed. Fucking a whore really isn’t on my list tonight.”
“You think I would give that to you for free? You’ve forgotten who I am,” he grumbles.
“Then, what?”
“Just fucking go, trust me.”
Turning from him, I don’t verbally answer him. I do however make my way toward the hallway of private rooms.
These are usually rooms used for clients and whores to have an evening together, without having to get a hotel. It works in Gavino’s favor because the men usually gamble, fuck, gamble a little more, then go back and fuck some more. It’s a win-win for him.
Shifting all of my stuff to one hand, I wrap my fingers around the doorknob of room five. I don’t want to go inside. I just want to go home and see Nicola. I never thought that I could miss a woman the way that I miss her.
I’m fucking regretful that I got lost in my searching, in my frantic hacking to the point that I lost two weeks with Nicola.
They’re gone, never to return again and while the reason that I was looking was important, I still fucking missed out.
Pushing the door open, I pause at the sight before me.
Long dark blonde hair cascading down a bare back. The very top of her ass crack is visible, no panties, but the rest of her is hidden from view, facing the other direction. That is, until she looks back at me from over her shoulder.
Those plump lips twitch into a small smile, those light brown eyes look back so fucking innocently when she is not innocent in the slightest, not like this.
Slipping through the door, I lock it behind me, inhaling a deep breath as I do.
Pinching my eyes closed, I wonder if I should do this here? Then I decide, fuck it, this is what I need right now.
How Gavino knew, I’m not sure, but I’ll be sending him a good bottle of whiskey as a thank you.
Chapter Twenty-Three
NICOLA
His blue eyes turn almost black right before my eyes. He didn’t expect me. I don’t know who he expected in here, maybe I should ask, but I’ve missed the sight of him for the past two weeks, so much so, that right now I don’t care about anything else.
He clears his throat, then slowly he stalks toward me. Wordlessly, I watch as he strips out of his clothes on the way.
Piece by piece, they fall to the floor. My breath hitches at this sight of his completely bare body. I’ve missed it, missed him—every single part of him.
I expect him to pounce once he’s close enough to me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns toward a dresser that’s pushed against the wall.
Tilting my head to the side, I watch him. He rustles around in the drawer, and when he holds up his find, I press my thighs together in anticipation of what is to come.
“Benicio,” I breathe.
He clucks his tongue and shakes his head once. “I think we both need this.”
Without another word he walks over to me, his hard cock bobbing with each step that he takes.
My mouth waters at the sight of his length. I want to please him, I want him to need me just as much as I do him—want me.
The black straps in his hands have mental rings all over them and I can’t help but wonder just how he’s going to restrain me.
It looks like he could do it a couple different ways and my heart races with excitement at the different ideas that run through my head.
Reaching his hand out, I hold my breath as he wraps a thick leather strap around my neck.
Lifting my gaze to his, I look up at him through my lashes. His nostrils flare at the sight of me with this leather collar on.
“On your knees, turn around,” he gruffly demands.
As quickly as I can, I tuck my knees beneath me and turn around so that my back is to him.
He gathers my hair and slides it over my shoulder as he fastens the collar around my neck, slipping two fingers between it and my neck to ensure that it’s not too tight.
I can feel a strip of leather down the center of my spine, stopping just at my lower back.
I’ve never had something like this used on me before, so I’m curious as to what will happen next. I don’t have to wonder long, Benny is just as anxious as I am, I think.
Benicio reaches for my wrists and brings them behind my back, just resting against each side of my hips. Fur lined cuffs are wrapped around each of my wrists and then I hear chains and hooks.
“Try to pull out of the restraint,” he says, as if he’s bored or maybe just concentrating, I’m not entirely sure.
I try to pull my arms away from my body, but they only move about half an inch.
My back is forced into an arch, my breasts pushed out as well as my ass. I can feel Benicio’s gaze on me, observing me, observing his work and I feel absolutely beautiful.
“Spread your knees, wide.”
His words are not questions, they’re demands and his voice makes my entire body tremble. Spreading my knees wide, I bite the corner of my bottom lip as I watch him walk around the bed.
He makes his way back over to the dresser and I wonder what else he’s going to pull out of the drawer, but when he returns, I know that I’m unable to hide the shock on my face at what he’s brought over to me.
“It’s brand new. Never been used. That’s the policy of Gavino’s club, and Mia never breaks policy. If nothing else, she is a stickler for the rules,” he explains as he slides the cool clear glass dildo gently over my arm, shoulder and then up the column of my neck. “Suck, passerotta.”
Opening my mouth, I allow him to slip the dildo inside. Never breaking eye contact with him, I suck on the glass piece. He watches, his lips turning up into a smirk and for some reason seeing the satisfied look in his tired eyes, spurs me on.
I don’t just suck the dildo, I give him a show. My hips roll, my pussy searching for relief as it begins to ache. Licking, sucking, slurping the glass does nothing except turn me on even more than I already was.
Benicio knows that I’m aching, he knows that I’m on edge, I can tell by the cocky look on his face.
He gently removes the piece from my mouth and before I can ask him what comes next, I feel it slide inside of me. “Benny,” I breathe.
“Fuck yourself with this. I want to watch you come. I want to watch you come completely apart.”
“But I want you,” I whimper as I begin to lift and fall on the glass, doing the exact opposite of what I say.
He chuckles. “You want to be controlled. You want to be fucked. I’m giving that to you, baby. Don’t you feel that?”
“I feel glass,” I wh
isper as I stare into his eyes, my hips moving as I begin to fuck the piece harder.
Benicio leans down slightly, touching his mouth to mine, but not kissing me. “That’s me fucking you. Doesn’t matter what is actually inside of you. I am controlling this, Nicola. I control you, too, don’t I?”
“You know that you do,” I exhale.
He hums against my lips. “A little white lie,” he says. “I control you in here. I control your pussy, but I don’t control you. Nicola, you are a fucking force, and you control me, mind, body, heart and soul. You are in charge here—everywhere.”
“I’m not,” I growl as I climb closer, my hips bucking and jerking, searching for more. My clit needs his touch, needs to feel his fingers, his mouth, something.
I feel his tongue slide across my top lip before he speaks again. “You are. You’re a fucking queen, too. Just as you always should have been. My fucking queen.”
One of his hands slides between us and then I feel his thumb flick my clit before he begins to rub firm circles against me.
Ripping my head away from his, my eyes pinched closed and my hips become completely uncontrollable as I come.
I cry out his name, my back arching in a way that I didn’t think possible. My entire body trembling and shaking.
Benicio growls somewhere in the distance, but he doesn’t stop with the dildo or his thumb. It’s too much, it’s not enough—it’s everything.
A second climax takes over my body and I shake my head as I let out a moan. I don’t know how he does it, but Benicio wrings me completely out. He exhausts me in the best ways possible and every single time, I fall deeper into him.
My entire body slumps, becoming a pile of flesh and bone, of mush. Leaning forward, I press my head against his neck and inhale his scent. I missed this, missed his smell and the feel of his warm skin against me.
He reaches behind me and I feel my hands being set free from their restraints. I let out a little sigh, but I already miss them, miss my arms being tied back.
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