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“But the second Enzio is here, I’m gonna tell him you’re pregnant. And when Don Bellomo arrives, I’ll tell him how his dear Angel has been playing behind his back.”

She stopped in her tracks and spun, furious.

“So you either get your pretty ass back in here, do whatever the fuck I say or put everyone you love in danger.”

CHAPTER 26

Leo

Cazzo, she was hot. I couldn’t lift my eyes off her as she stripped and cuffed herself back in the bedroom downstairs. Was she always that pretty or was it the pregnancy halo? Did Lina look that beautiful when she was pregnant with the son that should have been mine? Would Ravenna’s body be that sexy if I put a baby in her?

A smile triumphed over me at the thought. The smell of her hair popped into my nostrils. The grayish green of her eyes invaded my vision as I pictured her begging for my cock, taking my seed, binding us beyond separation. My hand rubbed at the pocket of my jeans, reflexively, where her panties dug a hole in them. I needed to smell them now.

“Stop leering, you sicko!” Nicky’s protest was so loud it snatched me out of my fantasy. She must have thought I was enjoying the sight of her nakedness too much.

I brought out Ravenna’s phone and turned on the camera. I dragged my feet toward the bed where she’d pulled her hair down and bent her knees to shelter her body from me as much as possible. “Be a good girl and put your hair to the side and stretch your legs. I want them to get the wholeexperience. Fuck, I wish I could see the look on their faces when they get the video. Don’t forget to smile,baby girl.”

She did spit in my face like I’d anticipated, but when my hand yanked at her hair in front of the camera, her tits perked up, showing nicely in the frame, and I got the perfect view for my video. “I know it’s you, your dog and myfaithfulwife that put me in that cage to rot. You know what I want. Get me my wife and brother, and you’ll get my silence and your dog’s woman back. Vieni presto, Enzio.” I licked Nicky’s cheek. “I won’t be able to hold back for long.”

She snapped at me as I turned off the camera, swearing and drawing back, wiping her cheek with her shoulder.

Laughing, I sent the video to the Lanza Capo, wishing I could have sent it to Domenico instead.Take that, Domenico fuck. I’ve seen your fucking wife naked, tasted her skin, had her cuffed under my mercy.“May he writhe in hell.” I turned off the phone. Enzio already had the burner number. Ravenna never fooled me when she said it was Safin’s. I knew it was Enzio who gave it to her. It was a good thing neither of Ravenna’s phones nor the car could be tracked or the Lanzas would have found us. My only concern now was Ravenna’s safety.

She’s a smart girl. She’d know what to do.

Or a traitor that will screw me over again.

Only time will tell.

I got the bag of meds and turned around the bed. Then I lay next to her. She cringed but not enough to be barfing. “Nausea pills do wonders, huh?”

Bending her knees to her chest again, staying as far away from me as possible, she squinted at me in confusion.

“You’re not vomiting anymore.” I popped a couple of painkillers and the antibiotics. There was cream to apply, too, but that would be tricky to do on my own.

“I guess they do,” she whispered.

“Or…you’re not that turned off by—”

“No! No. Never again.”

“If you say so,baby girl.”

“Fuck you!”

I fucking loved to tease her. “This’s fun, you know. I love hanging out with you.”

“You’re insane, like literally mentally ill. I don’t know if you’ve been like that all the time or it’s the captivity and torture that made you even sicker and more delusional.”

My gaze locked on hers for a second before my fist locked around her neck. “You wanna see sick, Nicky? Sick is having the wife of the monster that has been breaking my bones, slicing my skin, showering me with my own piss and his filthy cum, threatening to fuck me to death, under me while I did the same things to her over and over and over. Sick is raping a pregnant woman until she bled out her baby and then slitting her throat with a fucking sated smile and sending the picture to her family. Sick is—”

“Enough.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “Please.”

I gave her neck a squeeze and then I let it go. “I need your help with the cream and bandages.”

She nodded.

I took off the jacket the fisherman had left for me on the boat and freed one of her hands. Then I put the jacket on her. “It’ll take a few hours before they arrive. It’s cold in here.”