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“Oh, fun! Already needing to scratch that itch, huh? I won’t stand in your way, but I hope you don’t mind if we come along for the show.” He turns around to face the others in the room before snapping out a command. “Luca, Matteo, go grab Britany and bring her to the basement.”
I’m not sure if they had time to finish their fun or not, but they immediately jump into action and leave the room.
Enzo leans against the desk and crosses his arms, staring me down. “So, Vander, huh? I thought you were full of bullshit when you tried to deny anything between you. He’s always been obsessive over you, but there was something new in the way he watched you… kinda sweet actually.”
“Vander is a lying fucking asshole,” I seethe, a new wave of betrayal washing over me. I came with my brother to escape the constant reminder.
Enzo’s posture becomes rigid and he stands up straight, eyes flashing with a menacing threat, and he takes a step toward me. “I love him like a brother, but if he hurt you, I’ll fucking kill him.”
I pat him on the chest, pushing to get some space between us. “Thanks, bro, but I’ve got the killing well in hand. If anyone’s going to hurt him, it’s me. Vander is mine.”
“That much is clear. Nothing like killing a woman who has a crush on him to mark your territory,” he replies sardonically. “Shall we, Sorella?“ His arm spans out, gesturing toward the stairs we came up before.
Nodding in response, he takes the lead since I don’t know where the basement is. Before I leave, I spot brass knuckles sitting on the end table next to the couch and my grin spreads. Those are perfect. I can get nice and personal with this Britany bitch. Get rid of some of the simmering rage trying to consume me.
“What’s with the rest of your entourage? Why did they come with if you’re dating Vander? I thought you left your old life behind?” my brother questions, glancing over his shoulder as I catch up to him on the stairs.
“Because they’re mine just as much as Vander,” I confess. A small voice wants to point out that I might be closer to forgiving them than I thought if I want to keep claiming them.
Suddenly, he stops walking, and I run into his back. He turns around with a puzzled expression. “You’re dating all of them? I thought you were only trying to fuck with our padre when you mentioned it before.”
“Yeah. And if you have any negative opinions about it, you can keep them to yourself.” He studies me and the no bullshit expression I’m throwing him. I’m not in the mood buddy.
“Interesting.” He rubs at the back of his neck and gives a small smirk. “And they’re all okay with sharing you?”
“I’m not about to have a birds-and-the-bees conversation with my brother, even if he does run a sex club,” I quip, falling in line with him as we walk down the hall.
His head whips over to stare at me with wide eyes. “I wasn’t—I didn’t mean,” he stumbles over his words, the flustered state way too entertaining. “I don’t want to know about that part, Jesus. I only wanted to know if they all get along and aren’t constantly fighting over you!”
“Why? You thinking about sharing a girl with your friends?”
“Maybe,” he mumbles. “The thought isn’t as repulsive as I thought it would be.”
“Yeah, well, good luck getting the stuffy old man to agree with it.”
He takes us along another hallway that splits off from the main room and leads me down a set of stairs to the basement.
“It makes a lot more sense why he ordered them all to be locked up now,” he offhandedly replies, but my feet stop, frozen in place as he opens another door at the bottom of the stairs.
“He what?” My words rumble through my chest like thunder. I barely recognize it, but I sound like a creature that clawed their way from hell to protect what’s hers, which is accurate.
“Padre had some of our guys knock them out and hold them in one of our buildings until he decides what to do with them. He even had them take Vander. Now that I know you guys are dating, it makes sense. Don’t worry, nothing can keep Vander from finding a way out of there. They won’t be there long.“ He waves a hand as if it will dissipate my worry.
My fingers slide through the holes on the brass knuckles, and I grip the metal in a tight hold. I’m so ready to feel something crunching under my fists. I bet Jasper will be happy that I thought to use a weapon and protect my hand instead of simply punching my latest victim. “Don’t tell me not to worry about my men,” I growl, stepping closer to him. “We’ll revisit this conversation, but I have some anger to get out before I can be civil again.”
A thrill runs through me with the slight fear my brother shows me. He swallows hard and says, “Of course, Sorella. Have at it.“ He moves out of the way, and I’m able to get a better view into the basement. It’s clearly an area well acquainted with violence, a torture room that isn’t as nice as Ravenmaster’s, but close enough that I know how often it’s been used as such.
Sitting in a chair in the middle of the room is the whore. My brother’s two friends are standing on either side of her, tying her arms down. They’re full service around here.
“I didn’t realize you boys were so kinky,” the whore comments with a breathy tone. Nobody actually talks like that naturally. “Do you want to roleplay anything specific?”
I silently approach her from the back and the two men don’t give me away, but I know they’re aware I’m here. “Roleplay isn’t on the docket for you today,” I taunt in her ear.
She lets out a thrilled squeal, not yet seeing what is actually happening around her. She’s such a fucking ditz, and I can’t imagine Vander ever going for someone like her. She gives whores a bad name because I know they aren’t all this damn stupid. “Ohhh, you boys brought another plaything to join us? I can’t wait. Want to watch her eat my pussy while I struggle?”
A shiver travels up my spine with the thought, and I barely hold back the gag from being heard. Fucking nasty. I bet she’d be disease riddled if she didn’t work in a place like this. Because surely my brother has them regularly tested. Still… fucking yuck.
With her fully tied to the chair, the two mafia men—who seem more like boys—step back and lean against the wall. My brother saunters over, joining them. “Enzo! You came for the fun too? I’ll suck your cock so good, baby.”
