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Grabbing the device off the nightstand, I see that I’ve missed a call from Lucca. My anger is immediately redirected at him.

What the fuck has he been doing?

I enter my code and call him back. Taking another gulp of bourbon, I put the phone on speaker and listen to it ring.

“Hey,” Lucca coolly answers.

“What the fuck, dickhead? What took you so long to return my text and calls? You ask me to do you a favor, and then I don’t hear from you again?”

“Whoa, calm down. There was an accident at the mansion the other day. Elena got hurt, and Julian has everyone working night and day to find her father.”

A tinge of guilt develops but doesn’t latch on. I do feel a little bad for leaving Julian, but I haven’t taken so much as a day off since I started working for his family when I was sixteen-years-old. I deserve this, even if it’s not a typical thing to do when working for the mob.

“Oh, well, a text message wouldn’t have hurt,” I grumble and take another drink.

Lucca chuckles. “You sound like a clingy girlfriend.”

“You sound like a stupid fuck,” I retort, and my words slur a bit. Obviously, the alcohol is catching up with me. My eyes dart to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Just a little after ten. I feel so fucking old, and drunk. What’s the next step, the nursing home?

“Are you drinking?”

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“Not a damn thing. Wish I could have a drink myself, but I’ve got to stay on my toes. Julian would have my head on a platter if I got drunk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t be doing anything to piss him off. You don’t want to see him when he loses his fucking mind. It turns into a bloodbath real fast.”

“Right. I called because I wanted to see if I could come by the cabin in the next few days and talk. It’s something I can’t really speak about over the phone.”

I blink slowly. “Is it about her? The underage girl? This better not be what I think it is.”

“She’s sixteen, Markus, and it’s not like that. I’m not a fucking creep. I’m not going to fuck her. Even if she was twenty, I wouldn’t touch her.” I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince himself or me, but it’s not working. I see right through his fucking lies.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I mumble. Right now, I don’t care about anything. I take another gulp of whiskey, emptying the rest of the contents into my mouth. Frowning at the bottle, I contemplate going back downstairs to grab another.

“I’ll message you when I’m on my way, okay?”

“Yeah,” I hiss and fall back onto the mattress. “Wait… I could use your help with something. Since you’re going to come here anyway.”

“Okay?” He sounds a little uneasy, probably because I hardly ever ask for help.

“Fallon, the girl here with me, the one I bought at the auction…”

“Yes. You’re speaking in blocks, Markus. Spit it out.” Impatience fills his voice.

“Fuck you!” I growl and continue, “I need to teach her a lesson. I’ll send you a text and tell you exactly what I want from you when you get here.”

“Whatever you need, I got you.”

It should bother me he’s willing to do anything I ask, even to an innocent woman, but it doesn’t. Not today.

Fallon needs to learn her place and learn that no matter how much time passes or how attached I grow to her, she will always be mine and that I will always hold the power in this fucked up relationship we have.

“Talk later,” he says, and ends the call.

I drop the phone onto the mattress beside me and stare up at the ceiling. My vision is blurry, and my ears start ringing.

As soon as my conversation with Lucca is over, my thoughts return to Fallon.

She did this to herself. She betrayed you… I tell myself, but somehow it doesn’t lessen the pain I feel in my chest. It doesn’t lessen my want to bring her upstairs and wrap my arms around her, to fuck her until she is a mess of my cum. She won’t learn her lesson that way, though, so I hold myself back.

I let the alcohol pump through my veins and overtake my senses. Eventually, my eyes drift closed, and my mind shuts down. I fall into a fitful sleep, but even in my dreams, I can’t escape her beautiful face and soft cries.19FallonI try to abate the shivers and tears, but I can’t. I can’t get them to stop. I haven’t since he left me here two nights ago. He’s been coming to bring me food and to let me use the bathroom, but he doesn’t even look at me, and he barely speaks at all.

I’m still naked beside the pair of panties I’m wearing.

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