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"Oh, I wouldn't worry about him sending you off very far. Most of our threats are right here," she says, and I step, moving so I can look down at her. It's been so long since I really took in her appearance. Her hair is dark, and her eyes are cold, just like everyone else in the family, minus myself, of course. But there's something new in her gaze—power. She knows she's got me over a barrel even if our father doesn't.
"Christine, I need you to know that the only reason I'm even entertaining this thought isn't because of some misplaced respect or loyalty to the blood flowing through my veins. I've spilled so much of it for the Bianucci name I'm not even sure I can still be considered related. I'm doing this for Stella and Chance. If you think you're going to—"
She cuts me off before I have a chance to finish, "You can save the idle threats, little brother. I know exactly why you're here. Know exactly where all your sweet spots are. In times past, I'd have thought you didn't have one. The one brother who didn't care if he lived or died. The one that would take a job anywhere no matter how certain his death. No true ambition, no true desires. That was until a sweet little woman down on her luck was thrust into your path. Someone who didn't look at you like you were a failure. Someone who made you her hero. Someone to get deep under your skin. The fact that you knocked her up instead of killing her is just the cherry on top. Now I know without a shadow of a doubt that you won't stray too far. You've got something to live for now. A chance at a life even if it is tainted with the blood of our enemies."
My eyebrows scrunch inward as I examine her face and listen to the words coming out of her mouth. The entire time I was running with Stella and Chance, I couldn't figure out how the assassins and the other contract killers were always so close to our tail. Can't figure out how someone would be able to find us in the Cayman Islands. It all makes sense now.
"You! You fucking sent those people to kill my woman and child."
"I did no such thing," Christine takes a step back, lifting her chin for good measure. "Like I said before, there are plenty of people who would want to get a hand on someone like you with your skill set. Including me. I just have a few more insurances than most. Keep playing the game, Vitto. Stay in your place, and you'll have the small iota of peace you're so desperate for."
"At what price?" I growl.
"I'll take your soul to start." She laughs and pats my chest as she walks off, leaving me stunned right there in the middle of the hallway. No matter how many contracts I clear from Stella's head, the longer I go against what my sister wants me to do, the more they're going to be in danger. I have no way out.
Once a killer, always a killer.
* * *
The drive back toward the safe house is long, but at least it gives me a chance to think things through. I should let Stella go about her way. I know the longer she's here with me in my life, the greater the chance I do something that pisses my sister off, and she takes out my woman. Of course, if I just keep on what I'm used to, there won't be any problems. At least that's what I gathered from Christine's veiled threats.
I have to stay her good little boy. Take my seat at the table. Get rid of their enemies, and my family will remain safe.
I'll live in that existence for as long as I have to if it means I don't have to give Stella up. I need her in ways that I know aren't healthy. Even now, when I know she's home waiting for me, my body reacts violently at the thought of seeing her.
I park my car a few blocks away, making sure not to lead anyone directly to the safe house where my woman and child are. The night sky shrouds my movements as I get closer to the small two-story house. I check the perimeter, ready to take out anyone who dares encroach on my territory, but I don't find even the smallest indication of anyone else being here.
I spot Stella through one of the windows, folding up what looks like a small blanket. Chance must be down for a nap. I should go into the house. I should go in and tell her what I know from my sister. Put her mind at ease that she's still safe, but my strange ink rears its ugly head. I might have already gotten Stella by my side, but that doesn't mean I don't like to just stand back and watch her from time to time. See her when she doesn't think anyone else is watching.
Covet something that's already mine.
I sneak closer to the window, and my cock gets hard as I watch her through the clear pane of glass. She's wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a thin tank top. How I want to go in there right now and rip them off her body so I can see what she has for me and only me underneath. How I can prove to her one more time that she's mine and only mine.
She walks to the other room, and I skim the outside of the house following her all the while my cock and balls getting heavier and continues to throb in my pants.
Fuck, I need release.
She's unloading the washing machine, and I stare at her through the window, making sure to stay under cover so she can't see me. When she bends over, and I can see the heart-shaped pert ass staring back up at me, I can't take it anymore. I quickly unbuckle my pants and roughly wrap my hand around my shaft, giving myself a few good tugs before I settle into a nice, quick stroke.
My orgasm is quick and highly unsatisfactory. I need more. I want more, and I'm going to take it tonight.
Now that I know that she's safe for the time being, I think I want to play more of this game. I wonder if she will scream and try to run away. If she'll fight me. Make me work for it.
Slowly zipping up my pants, I make my way to the back of the house where I know I'll be able to get in without her noticing. On the way, I cut off the power, leaving our house the only house in the area with no lights on. "What the fuck," I hear Stella exclaim from inside as I slip in the back door.
Instantly, my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I know it's because she's calling me. Expecting me to save her from the big bad creeping around the corner. I don't answer since I'm the big bad coming to take what's mine.
Slowly, I move through the house and watch from the shadows as she searches for flashlights and candles to give the area some light. I grab a mask I have hanging on one of the hooks getting deeper into my role.
Every once in a while, she'll look over her shoulder as if she knows someone is in here with her but she doesn't scream. Instead, she goes to the kitchen and gets a knife. A weapon to defend herself and our child. It shouldn't turn me on that she's ready to go down swinging, but it does.
Luring her with sounds and hushed breaths deeper into the darker parts of the house, I feel her getting closer and closer to me. Her body trembles and I can almost see the tension radiating off her body. She's scared but still willing to do what she has to do in order to get through whatever is happening here.
I, on the other hand, am not going to make it much longer without being deep inside her. I want to bury myself balls deep in her.
Waiting for the right moment, I wait until she passes me and wrap a hand around her mouth so she can't scream and wake Chance up. In her fright, she swings her hand around, slicing the sharp knife in her hand with enough force to embed it in the drywall next to my head. She's not playing around; she's going for the kill.
That's okay. I've had people try to kill me before. Hell, she's tried to kill me before.
