“Keep it up, dolcezza, I dare you,” he rasps back to me.
He takes me back up the stairs and I have a feeling he’s going to tie me back to the bed. This is my last chance to escape. We reach the landing and I manage to elbow him in the eye.
“Fuck!” He yells and I break out of his arms. I fall to the floor and I quickly scramble to my feet and try to run down the stairs. I only get down about three of them before he grabs me.
“What did I tell you?” He’s yelling at me now. “I told you not to fuck with me!”
I can’t say I didn’t try to get away.
“I hate you. I hate you!!”
I start to cry as I accept my fate that I have just royally pissed off a very dangerous man.
He takes me back to his room and slams the door shut with his foot. He throws me down on the bed and I try to scramble backwards.
He’s rough with me as he grabs me and flips me over his knees. He rips my pants down forcefully.
“No! Leave me alone!” I scream and try to kick my legs.
“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”
Antonello
My erection grows in my pants as my little witness squirms on my lap. I knew that smart mouth would get her into trouble. She’s been pushing me all day and it’s about time I give her what she deserves.
I grab her ass cheek in my palm and squeeze it roughly before bringing my hand down.
It lands with a smack on her ass and she screams out.
I repeat the same thing on the other cheek and I hear her mouth start up again.
“Ow! That hurts! You fucking bully! Stop it!”
I bring my hand down again two more times. Her flesh is red and hot. I rub it with my palm. My hand grazes her pussy and I feel wetness dripping out. It makes my cock throb in my pants.
“Keep up that smart mouth, dolcezza.”
“Screw you! And your shitty lasagna!”
Actually, I take offense to that. I make good lasagna.
I slap her pussy with my hand and she cries out. I see more arousal leak out of her and I laugh inwardly as her body betrays her.
“You will be my girlfriend, or I will kill you,” I growl out to her.
She grunts and squirms as I bring my hand down on her pussy a second time. I run my finger along the folds and she quietly moans. She’s trying to mask her arousal but it’s not fooling me.
I hold her down and press my cock into her hipbone. I rub her folds more before I take two of my fingers and roughly enter into her wet heat.
She gasps and moans under my touch as I begin pumping in and out of her, working my fingers. Her arousal coats my fingers as she writhes underneath me.
I use the rough pad of my finger to rub her clit.
If she wasn’t screaming before, she’s certainly screaming now.
I add a third finger and I roughly fuck her with them. Her moans make me even harder, if that were possible.
She shouts out, “Oh my fucking God, Antonello!” Hearing her moan my full name has me ready to bust in my pants. I pick up speed and I roughly shove my fingers in and out. I tease her g-spot as she moans, making my balls ache. I feel her muscles clench around my fingers and her pussy pulsates. I don’t let up. I keep up the motion for another minute before I remove my fingers.
She stays on my lap and doesn’t say a word. It seems I finally found a way to get her to shut her damn mouth.
My phone goes off in my pocket and I maneuver so I can get it out.
It’s a text from Gian.
“Uncle Sal wants to meet.”
Fuck.
I pull Violet’s pants back up and I remove her from my lap. Her breathing is still labored as I pick her up and lay her on the bed. She doesn’t try to run so that has to be a good sign. I look at her bandaged wrist and I feel a small pang of guilt. I take my necktie from earlier and I tie the other wrist to the bed.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“This is your punishment for trying to run,” I tell her simply.
I enter my closet and I get my gun and my suit jacket.
She watches me as I head towards the door.
“You’re leaving?” She looks upset. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing isn’t quite back to normal yet.
“I’ll be back.” I leave the room and don’t spare her another glance as I go.
I pull up to Uncle Sal’s massive house and leave my Mercedes in the driveway. I see Gian’s still here.
I enter my Uncle’s office and I see Gian, my cousins Tony, Stefano, and Matteo, and a few soldiers.
Everyone greets me and I’m given a glass of whiskey.
“The Crisantis have been at it for a while now,” Uncle Sal tells me. “I do know you mentioned them last year when you got into that scuffle with Lorenzo’s nephew, Alessandro.”
“Yeah,” I begin. “Alex has another thing coming. There was no need for that shit.”
“What went down again?” Matteo asks. He’s young. Only nineteen years old. He just became a made man and he’s still out of the loop on a lot of stuff.
“Nello was helping me out and doing my collections last year when I was recovering from my shoulder injury,” Stefano begins.
“He takes a detour around Metropolitan Avenue and 35th Street to avoid the cops. He’s about three blocks into Crisanti territory and Alex spots him. Follows him all the way down Lincoln Boulevard, the stupid fuck. He loses him and goes back around into our territory through West End and confronts Nello in front of the cleaners on Broad,” continues Gian.
“And I say to the cazzo you don’t want me in your territory but you think can come fucking waltzing into mine?” I continue.
“And then Nello clocked him in the fuckin’ jaw!” Stefano laughs and claps his hands.
I glare at him.
“Okay, so now I see Nello’s point,” Uncle Sal chimes in. “Actually, Nello, I would like a word in private.”
Everyone shuffles out and I can feel Gian’s eyes on me. I have a feeling I know what this is about.
I sit in the armchair across from my uncle and take a sip of my whiskey.
“We need to work things out with the Crisantis before things go anymore south. I am not happy about the interception at the ports. Frankly, I’m livid.”
I nod my head. I know what he’s about to say.
“I want to give you Lorenzo’s daughter for marriage so we can end whatever feud is brewing. This would unite the two families. I am choosing you because I feel you would be a good connection and I think you would do the best job working as a liaison between myself and Lorenzo.”
I stay quiet. I’m not sure what to say.
“She’s not eighteen for another few months so this is not something that would be happening tomorrow but it would be happening quite soon. I would need your word and then we can officially have the two of you engaged.”
“Uncle Sal, it means a lot that you think so highly of me. You know I’d do anything to make this feud go away. However, I do have a slight problem with the terms.”
Uncle Sal is quiet. I try to tread lightly.
“I actually have been seeing someone.”
He looks skeptical. He may be my uncle but he’s also my Don, and lying to him is forbidden.
“How long has this been going on? I haven’t heard a thing about it.”
“A few months now. I’ve been trying to keep it under wraps.”
I’m starting to perspire under the pressure. I didn’t have any time to really think this up.
“Is that right?”
I can’t tell if he’s buying it. I just nod.
“I assume you’ll be bringing her to our annual banquet in a few weeks?”
Each year my Uncle Sal and Aunt Teresa hold a huge banquet at their house. And I mean huge. All the other families are in attendance, as long as we’re not in a feud. Usually there’s tons of gossip, conflict, arguing. I think once somebody even died. It can be pretty intense when you want to party with the famigli
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As for me, I forgot all about this fucking party.
“Yes, of course. I was actually planning on inviting her along. I figured that would be a great time to introduce her around. I just wanted to make sure she was the one before bringing her to meet the famiglia.”
“That is very smart thinking. See, this is why I thought you’d be great as a liaison. You think ahead. You always do your best to protect the famiglia.”
I feel a pang of guilt as I swallow thickly. I am in deep with this. I am so totally fucked.
“As for marrying the girl,” he goes on, “I am not quite sure what to do next.”
“How about Gian?” I know my brother would appreciate the suggestion.
“I’m not sure if he’s quite right for the job that goes along with it. He’s hot tempered and he still has a lot of growing up to do. I could keep him in mind, but I would have to really think about that.”
Well, shit. I tried, Gian.
“This truce will remain unresolved until I find something that works. Until then, you will have to remain vigilant. The Crisantis will not let up.”
I nod my head in agreement. I make note to remember we’re still about to begin war.
We shoot the shit a little longer and I have to go show my face back in the kitchen as usual. By the time I leave it’s late.
I get in my car and I’m worried about Violet. She’s been alone too many hours.
I ask myself what I’d do if I got home to find she had broken free. I don’t even want to think about that.
When I get up to my room I’m relieved when I see her alive and breathing. Her arm’s twisted at a bad angle again and it looks like she’s asleep. I slowly walk over and I see goosebumps on her arms. She’s been stuck on top of the covers. I’m not sure why I feel bad or how I’m even capable of such feelings. I undo the knot on the tie and I notice it’s much tighter. She definitely gave it resistance.
I bring her arm down gently and she stirs. I grab a throw blanket and lay it on top of her.
I walk into my closet and I undress down to my boxer briefs. I remove the bullets from my gun. I don’t trust my little witness.
I go back to the bed and notice she hasn’t moved. Unfortunately for her, she’s not going to be able to move for the rest of the night.
I get in my bed and curl up next to her. I wrap my arms around her and I can swear she nuzzles against me.
I close my eyes and try to sleep, all the while keeping her tight in my arms. She’s mine now, and she’s not going anywhere.
Chapter 3
Violet
I’m awoken by my bladder. Does this guy forget I need to pee once in a while? Geez. I try to roll over but I realize my wrist is tied to the bed. I could’ve sworn he released me and held me against him in the night, but I must’ve dreamt it.
The fact that he just up and left me last night hurt. How can I pretend to be his girlfriend when he just leaves for booty calls whenever the fuck he feels like it? Playing pretend is going to fuck with my senses. What’s real and what’s pretend here? I can’t let my heart get involved.
But I know this is the only way to survive. I don’t have a choice.
At least if I accept his deal there’s still a chance I can escape.
I hear the shower running and I try not to focus on the fact that he’s naked just a few feet away.
I close my eyes and try not to think about his hands on me last night. I feel myself dampen again at the thought.
It’s about ten minutes later and he emerges from the bathroom.
Naked.
I avert my eyes but also try and peek. I don’t see much but his tight backside as he walks into his closet. I’m surprised when I catch a glimpse of tattoos on his upper body. I’m not sure why I wasn’t expecting that.
He returns wearing only boxer briefs and I take him in. He’s pretty cut for being so massive. I eye the tattoo that spans up his arm and around his shoulder. His other forearm has something written in Italian. Probably some mafia crap. I try not to say anything out loud that will earn me another punishment. Although I could hardly call what happened last night a punishment.
He comes over to me and begins to untie me. He still hasn’t said anything. I’m trying not to stare at his body. I almost wish he’d put clothes on.
Almost.
“You’re going to take a shower,” he tells me.
He leads me to the bathroom. “Everything you need is in here.”
He starts to walk out.
“You’re leaving me alone?” I ask incredulously. I instantly scold myself. Me and my big mouth.
“Yes. But this door stays open and I’ll be watching you.”
I think about trying to escape but I know there’s no way out. This is not the first floor and I’d rather not be here held against my will and have a broken leg.
There’s nothing even in here I could use to throw at him. I’m going to have to play nice otherwise he won’t allow me this freedom anymore.
I walk over to the counter and I find a pink toothbrush. My brow furrows.
I also find a pink loofah.
Pink razors.
Pink soap.
What the hell?
“Why is everything pink?” I shout to him.
He appears in the doorway with half a suit on. He looks like he’s already tired of my shit and it’s only seven o’clock in the morning.
“Just shut your mouth and take your shower.”
“What do I put on when I get out?”
He points to the corner of the bathroom where I see a bunch of bags. I run over to them and peek in. I start pulling the clothes out piece by piece.
“What the fuck? This isn’t funny!” I shout and start throwing the clothes at him.
Each piece is revealing. They’re all lingerie or at least look like they are. Lacey bras and corsets. Low cut tops with strappy backs. Underwear that could pass as dental floss.
His face reddens and I am not sure if it’s anger or embarrassment. He holds up one of the pieces from the floor.
“I’m going to fucking kill her,” he growls.
“What is all this? Your ex-girlfriend’s skanky clothes? Is that what all the pink stuffs about? Is that all hers too?” I know my mouth is about to get me into trouble but I keep going. “If you expect me to start walking around in public dressed like this you can forget this whole deal! Just kill me instead!”
He throws the clothes back to the floor and stalks over to me.
“Get in that shower,” he bites out.
“No.”
I know I shouldn’t be testing him. I’m going to push him too far and he’s going to end up killing me.
He scares me when he grabs me by the arm and drags me into the shower. I still have my clothes on from yesterday.
He turns the water on and it immediately starts soaking our clothes.
“You had to make this difficult, dolcezza,” he huffs. He starts to undress me and I try fighting him to no avail.
He’s already seen my lady bits so I have no clue why I’m trying to cover myself.
I give in and I let him finish undressing me and it takes everything in me not to shield myself in front of this stranger.
He takes my wrist in his hands and he starts to unwrap yesterday’s bandage. He examines the wound and gently cleans it with the loofah.
He begins to scrub my body and I close my eyes and inhale the woodsy smell. It’s definitely not the strawberry soap I smelled on the counter. I open my eyes when I realize the loofah wasn’t pink, either.
He’s using his own loofah and soap to clean me.
Something ignites inside me and I’m thankful I can blame the water for my pebbled nipples and the wetness between my legs.
His dress shirt is sticking to him so I slowly reach forward to remove it. He lets me, which I wasn’t expecting.
He then lets me remove his undershirt.
He stares at me through his wet lashes as he’s left in only his briefs.
My breathing picks up when I look down and notice his erection poking through.
His body clearly isn’t the only thing about him that’s massive.
I feel myself blush and I can only hope he thinks it’s from the shower’s heat.
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