Page 100 of Where the Wind Whispers

Fucking take it, he said right back.

Violet’s muscles protested, even as she felt the telltale tremors of her orgasm beating through her bloodstream. Her throat was raw from crying out, and she was pretty fucking sure she’d broken a nail or two on Kaz and the damn wall.

But she still couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Every drag of his cock against her walls brought her closer—every harsh word in her ear made her ask for more, harder … anything.

And he gave it all.

It was only when she was spent against the wall, the bliss of an orgasm still racing through her body, did she feel him finally let go.

His come painted her back, leaving warm streaks against her skin.

But she heard him, through her own haziness and the water still beating down on them.

“Fuck, I love you, Violet.”

And that, she knew, was why they’d be just fine.

He loved her too much to fail.

“I’ve never liked you.”

Those weren’t the first words Kaz had ever expected to say to his mother-in-law, but as he stared at the face of a woman who hated his guts, they felt appropriate. She had finally regained consciousness some time along the ride, and thankfully, the gag was still in her mouth because she’d immediately started shouting the second she realized that he sat across from her.

“Violet told me all about you,” he said sitting back in his seat, gazing out the window. “I never understood why a mother would treat their daughter the way you treated Violet. What excuse could you have possibly used to rationalize the jealousy you feel for your daughter?”

Whatever she said was muffled behind the gag, but Kaz could take one look at her face and knew what she couldn’t say. But even if he couldn’t read her, he knew the real reason.

The one she was probably too ashamed to say.

Kaz knew women like her—had even slept with a few—the kind who based their worth on the approval of a man. She was jealous of her daughter simply because she thought Alberto loved Violet more.

That would almost be understandable coming from Carmine—even Kaz had been privy to the way Alberto had treated his only son. But Andrea? She was Violet’s fucking mother—she had no excuse.

“Don’t worry, though,” Kaz said as he patted her head. “We’ll have an answer soon enough.”

Nine minutes later, they arrived at Kaz’s favorite place—the remote warehouse he liked to conduct business in. Even with both hands, he couldn’t count the number of Italians he had brought to this place and strung up.

Climbing out of the back of the van, Kaz rolled his shoulder, stretching his arms as he walked to the doors. Before he even made it halfway across the lot, he heard the voice of the other guest of honor.

But even knowing Carmine was in there wasn’t enough to bring a smile to Kaz’s face.

He was dead inside.

The room fell silent as Kaz entered, and even Carmine stopped struggling long enough to glare at him a moment before his gaze cut to who they were dragging in behind him.

Colorful curses spat out of his mouth as he threatened Kaz in both Italian and English as his struggled renewed, scoring his skin with the force of his movement.

Kaz came to stand just before him, watching his mouth moving, even seeing the rage reflected in the man’s eyes, but he remained detached from it all. Like it was happening, but his mind refused to process what he was doing.

Only once they had Andrea tied up next to her son did Kaz finally deign to speak. “We all know why we’re here, yes?” To make sure he got an answer, he ripped the rag from Andrea’s mouth.

The second she could speak, Andrea did just that. “Wait until my husband gets—”

Kaz slapped her, the sound of his palm hitting her face echoing in the cavernous space. Grabbing her face, he turned her back around so that she was facing him. “I’m not in the mood for threats. Answer my question or keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Though she jerked away from him, stumbling on the tips of her toes, she didn’t speak again.