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“We shall see.” Calliro clicked his fingers and the two men who had arrived with him left to go upstairs.
“Up for some fun, Vincenzo?”
“Sounds good to me, Boss.”
Shivers of fear barrelled down my spine. Was I to be violated by these men? Was my first time taking a dick going to be from one or both of these arseholes who were removing their belts, popping open their pants and sliding them down their legs?
Calliro moved closer. "I'd prefer to have that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock but I need to call your husband and don't have the time to be both sucked off and fuck so this will be a quick one. Once Benvolio is disposed of we will have plenty of time to have fun. Matter of fact, I might even keep you for a while."
“That won’t be fucking happening,” I growled.
Calliro shuffled forward, his pants around his knees. I glanced at his cock, it was short, stumpy, and hard. Vincenzo stood off to one side, his cock similar in size. I thought their dicks were pretty pathetic for the size of the two men.
When Calliro was close enough, I bent both legs at the knees and swung myself forward, using every ounce of strength I had to smash both feet into his cock and nuts. Calliro screamed and dropped to his knees clutching his junk. He whimpered and cried, a sign he was in a great deal of pain. I smiled with satisfaction.
Vincenzo zippered his pants and refastened his belt, my guess was he didn't want to suffer in the same way as his boss. After helping Calliro to his feet, he gently stuffed his boss's already swollen junk into his pants.
Calliro was bent over, breathing hard and in pain, but after a few moments to recover, he straightened and smashed his fists into my face over and over, using me like a punching bag. Pain exploded in my face and head until one fist connected with my right temple and my world turned black.
***
I came back to consciousness with a jolt and cried out when hot water hit first my face, then my torso. My face throbbed, my torso hurt like fuck, and I couldn't see a thing out of either eye which were both swollen shut. I had no idea what the fucker had done while I was out cold, but the length of my body was on fire.
"Welcome back. My, my, your face must be terribly painful and oh…" Calliro clicked his tongue. "I was forced to give your husband a display of my intentions via video while you were out. The stinging you feel the length of your body is the result of my knife being introduced to your skin. For your husband's benefit, of course. He needed to be convinced to accept my invitation to meet."
Fuck. I should have known Benvolio's promise not to come after me was hollow. Despite how he felt about me, I was his woman—his property, and he would never tolerate anyone taking what belonged to him. My husband was going to put himself at risk to come after me and that knowledge sent tingles of fear dancing down my spine. I hoped and prayed to whoever, that he stayed safe. And his men of course. Fuck, was I beginning to have feelings for the man who had turned my life inside out?
“Nothing to say?” Calliro snapped.
I stayed silent, trying hard to ignore the pain and nausea rolling through my body.
“Unfortunately, I have to leave for a while, but Luca will remain to keep you company until I get back.”
“My husband will tear you limb from limb.”
Calliro laughed before running a finger down the incision he’d made, causing it to sting like a motherfucker.
After the two men left, I heard someone coming down the stairs.
I heard what sounded like chair legs scraping over the concrete floor as a chair or stool was moved.
Footsteps approached and a man who smelled like stale cigarette smoke and alcohol stood close. When he reached out and cupped my pussy, I kicked out and he yelled in pain. A punch to my face and his rapid cursing in Italian assured me he was not happy. When he punched me again, pain exploded, and I was engulfed in darkness.
Chapter Fifteen
BENVOLIO
I had less than an hour before I was due to meet with Calliro. Less than an hour to kill whichever fuckers he'd left guarding my wife and hold her in my arms.
Gaetano drove Cosimo, Savastino, and me to the tenement house in Redfern while Mario and the other three men in father’s circle made their way to the warehouse in Balmain. I hadn’t hesitated to choose saving Nikita over killing Calliro, even though I would have taken great satisfaction in ending the life of the bastard.
Mario was to wait for my text before moving in to dispose of Calliro and whatever fuckers he had with him. I didn’t care if they were killed instantly or after being tortured, I just wanted them gone. It was the first time in my life I had no interest in getting to my enemy immediately. My focus was my wife—And only my wife.
As Gaetano drove the streets of Sydney, I attempted to analyse the strange man I had become. Had I fallen through a wormhole into an alternate universe? One where I was developing feelings for a woman.
“We’re one street over, Boss.”
I looked around at the area I was very familiar with, and knowing four big men in black suits and wearing sunglasses in the dimming light would draw attention, we dropped Cosimo and Savastino off around the corner from our target house. I directed Gaetano to park the car further down the street in the small car park of a takeaway store I knew well. A laneway cut through from the end of the car park to the street where the house was located.
