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Cupping my cheeks, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “You passed out baby.”
I gasp, pushing up off the bed. “Wh-what? Why?”
Reaching for me, he pulls me onto his lap. “Let’s just say, I think sucking my dick got to be a little too much,” he drawls, amusement lacing his tone.
And then it hits me. He choked me with his cock.
Nico. Choked. Me. With. His. Big. Dick.
I remember smacking and clawing at his legs, trying to get him to stop, but he didn’t. My eyes narrow in on him.
“Asshole. You did that on purpose.” I accuse.
He laughs harder. “I didn’t,Tesoro. You ignored my instructions and didn’t breathe through your nose like I told youto. So you blacked out. Next time will be better, if you just listen to me.”
“Next time?” I shriek. “There won’t be a next time. I’m not putting that thing in my mouth ever again.”
His face turns serious, arms tensing around me. Leaning in, his hot breath hits my ear. “Oh, trust me, there will be many more times, baby. Don’t worry though, you will get used to itandyou will like it.” He pulls back, the look in his eyes daring me to argue.
I shake my head, not wanting to right now. I feel exhausted and need some time away from him so I can think. Wriggling out of his hold, I climb off the bed and head for the shower. “I need to get to work.”
Chapter 27
Nico
Pulling up to the warehouse, I push all thoughts of Ocean away. Right now, I need to focus on business. The need to exact revenge slithers through my veins, pumping adrenaline through my body and making me unhinged. I don’t know what I am capable of in this moment and for that reason alone, Ocean has no place here. Not in this vehicle or in what is about to happen. I don’t want my darkness to taint the perfect piece of innocence and purity that I have found. She is my light in the dark. The angel to my devil. And that is how it will stay.
Christopher hops out of the vehicle, breaking me from my thoughts. Within seconds, my door is pulled open just as Dante slides out the other side. I inhale the cold, frigid air, breathing it in and hoping it will settle some of the frenzied energy coursing through me. It’s no use, the need for blood and violence runs through my veins and it will stay that way until I expend some of this pent-up retribution. Tonight, the rats will die in the most brutal way possible. And we will show every soldier in our organization that we are not to be fucked with. Death. Blood. Revenge. And I will deliver it all like the fucking Grim Reaper himself.
“Fuck, it’s a good night for traitors to die,” Dante drawls, stepping up beside me. He rubs his hands together, a manic gleam in his eyes. He is a bloodthirsty motherfucker just like me. We are both going to enjoy this. The savages in us, reveling in the kill.
“Come on. Let’s get this over with. I have somewhere I need to be.” I start towards the building, noting all the vehicles in the lot and the guards situated around the perimeter.
Dante chuckles. “I’m sure you have.”
He keeps his response short, not mentioning any names just in case there is anyone around to overhear our conversation. “Yeah,” I grunt, pulling open the door and entering. The stench of cologne, along with sweat, assaults my nostrils. A multitude of loud voices hits my ears. “Jesus,” I mutter under my breath, my gaze bouncing around at all the men gathered here, waiting for blood to spill.
My papà’s deep drawl sounds above everyone else. Obnoxious and arrogant per usual. My eyes shift to where some leather couches have been set up and there he is. Lorenzo Marchetti. Sitting like a king, as Giuseppe and a couple other of his closest men surround him.
Dante whistles under his breath, a curse leaving his mouth and I follow his line of sight to the makeshift ring set up in the middle of the warehouse. There is a table in the center, filled with a selection of tools, and a chair, much like what is used to kill death row inmates, beside it. Instead of straps, this one has barbed wire chains.
“Nico,” my father calls, drawing my attention to him. The room falls silent, and I feel the heat of everyone’s stares on me. With a blank face, I stride toward him like the royalty I am, with Dante by my side.
“Papà,” I greet, stepping up to him.
He grins, pulling a cigar from his suit jacket pocket and jerking his head to the place where men are about to die. “Figlio, I trust you are going to give us all a show tonight?”
I smirk, “Of course. By the time I’m done, no one will dare step out of line.”
Satisfaction and, if I’m not mistaken, a hint of pride flashes in his eye before he covers it and his expression turns cold. “Very good. Now can we hurry this along? Your mamma expects me home at a decent hour. Your sister is being handed some award at her school in the morning.” His eyes narrow. “You will be there.” It’s not a question, more of a demand.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” I drawl, irritated I will have to leave Ocean’s bed earlier than expected.
“Good. I have something to discuss with you about…” he trails off. “That thing we talked about.” I tense as does Dante. His words are cryptic, but I know exactly what he is talking about. The arrangement with the Romanos.
My jaw clenches as I try to tamp down my anger, and I swallow down a scathing retort. Now is not the time. It will be my death sentence – son or not – if I embarrass him in front of his men. Instead, I nod curtly, confirming my agreement.
Turning, my gaze shifts around the warehouse, finally landing on the guards watching the room where the traitors are being held. Giving them the signal, they nod and begin to drag them out of a side door. Their muffled screams are the only sound to be heard in the large space and as they get closer, I notice the sweat, blood and bruising from the beatings they have already taken. I grin, cracking my neck from side to side. And then stepping inside the ring, I move to the table to do what I came here to do.
