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“Dante fucked that plan, took you off the pole, then off the floor, took you as his own.” He’s so close to me now, I can feel his breaths against my face.
They’re laced with the smell of liquor.
He’s drunk.
That’s why he’s so brave, why he’s spilling everything.
“He promised me more in exchange, told me to wait. Said he had a plan we’d both be happy with.” His hand moves down my bare arm, and it takes everything in me not to cringe.
This man could hurt me.
This man would hurt me, no questions asked.
I need to play it smart, drag out the time until one of the girls walks in and interrupts. They can go get someone, or maybe the spell will be broken.
“The problem is, I’m getting impatient. Seeing you walking around every day in those heels, those curves that should have been mine. I would have had a test drive before renting you out, of course.” He licks his lips, and my stomach roils. “Maybe I should take my chance now, taste you. Let my uncle know I’m getting bored waiting.”
“Paulie, I—" I start, trying anything I can to stop him, to stop this before it starts, but it’s no use. His hand goes to the back of my neck, and he pulls me in, pressing his lips to mine harshly.
It's not the mix of pleasure and pain I feel when Dante kisses me like this, like he can't wait for another second, like he wants to devour me. Instead, it’s just pain and sour and horror. His hand moves into my hair, and he groans, grinding himself into me.
And when I feel he’s hard, that’s when the panic takes over.
But as I’m lifting my arms to push, I hit air.
Paulie is gone.
He’s held against a wall by Marco, Roddy right behind him.
“Come the fuck on!” Paulie shouts. “I just wanted a taste, see what my uncle is hiding away from me.”
“You know you can't touch her, Paulie. You have a deal,” Marco says.
“A deal?” I ask, but I know no one is listening to me. It’s like I’m not even here.
“He’s not fucking her, so one of us might as well be. So busy with Angela, thanks to me, by the way.” He’s nearly spitting in Marco’s face.
“None of my business, none of yours. Right now, you’re in his business, touching his property.”
His property.
“I’m not—" I start because, despite the panic that was taking over me moments ago, anger boils at the thoughts of being someone's property. But all words stop in my throat as Marco’s normally kind, joking eyes dart toward mine and shoot daggers.
I stop.
“She was my property.”
“You brought her into his business. Makes her his.” Paulie laughs a viscous, evil laugh.
“God, you’re all such fucking losers. I can’t wait until I’m in charge and you all have to fucking lick my boots the way you do his. Get fucking ready, boys, because when Carmine falls, I’ll be standing at the top.”
Marco just shakes his head.
"You need to go home, man. Sleep it off. I’ll be talking to Dante—"
“Does he have you on bodyguard duty, keeping her precious little cunt pure?” Paulie asks, cutting off Marco, and again, the world stops.
Marco is not my bodyguard.
