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She places her left hand on my stomach, holding the wound open, as her big brown eyes stare into mine. I don’t know what she is feeling. She’s closed off whatever it is to me. But, when she digs the tweezers into my wound, I know.
I growl loudly at the sharp pain that feels like being shot over and over again in the stomach.
“Does that hurt?” she asks sassily even though she already knows the answer from the growls leaving my body and the stinging tears in my eyes. “Good. Now, you know how I felt when you fucked me even though it was for my own good. It still hurt like hell.” She pulls the tweezers out along with a small piece of the bullet. “I think I got everything,” she says.
Matteo studies my wound with a smirk on his face, happy that Nina is just as pissed off at me as she is with him. He takes the supplies he needs out of the box and moves to my back where he begins stitching.
He’s done this countless times, and he knows just how to move the needle so that I can barely feel the sting as he pushes it through my body. The sting of a Novocain shot would be worse than his stitches.
Nina closely studies him as he shows her how to stitch up a wound. I can’t see either of them, and Nina doesn’t say anything as she watches Matteo. It leaves me alone with no distraction.
I try to distract myself by counting the wine glasses hanging beneath the cabinet, but it’s not enough to keep me here.
I feel the adrenaline rush through my body as I’m brought back to earlier tonight. To the bullets whizzing by. Our men dropping as they were hit by bullets. Loyal men who would do anything for us. Men with wives and children dying, all to keep me and Matteo safe. I see the five men I killed. I see every single one of their faces. The terror right before they died. I feel their anger and their fear. Even the last guy who was about to put a bullet in Matteo’s heart. I shot him without a second thought at the time. I would do anything for my brother. But, every time I kill, it makes me want it more. It turns me into more of a monster. Even though I feel their pain, I want more of it. I like the control, the power.
“Arlo?” Nina says, standing in front of me.
I open my eyes that I didn’t even realize I had closed and look at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A woman who is strong and defiant. The only woman I’ve ever met who has a chance at actually surviving. Maybe she can put an end to this. Finally.
“I need you to sit up straight so that I can stitch up your wound on your stomach.”
I sit up so that Nina has better access to my wound. She pierces my skin with the needle, and I feel it. I don’t groan or growl or even grimace. I welcome the pain because it keeps me here instead of with the pain of earlier tonight.
She moves slowly with unpracticed fingers, allowing me to feel every pierce and pull of the skin as she closes my wound. After every stitch, she pauses and looks at me.
“Maybe you should finish, Matteo. I think he’s suffered enough.”
She begins to hand the needle to Matteo, but I grab her wrist.
“No. I need you to finish.”
She blinks a couple of times as she considers my command and then does as I wish. Every time her hand brushes against my skin, I grow hard, thinking about her naked body. About how strong she feels beneath me. How much she enjoys me in control, even when she says she doesn’t. She loves being tied up and fucked hard.
When she finally finishes, she takes a step back to look at her work. “How is that?”
I don’t look down to see how good of a job she did. I can’t think of anything other than her. And, if I do try to think about something other than her, it’s going to lead to a dark path that I can’t go down.
“I want to fuck you,” I say.
Nina chuckles a little as she puts the needle and thread back into the box. “You’re funny.”
“I’m not joking. I’ve never wanted anything more than to fuck you right now.”
Nina looks at Matteo. “As I said before, I’m not fucking either of you.”
My heart pounds in my
chest, and my cock hardens at just the thought of taking her right now. Tying her up and fucking her even though she said no. I would win. I could have her and everything I’d ever wanted.
I stand up like I’m about to do just that.
“No,” Nina says without a drop of fear.
I stop. I can’t help but do what she says, and she knows it.
She doesn’t smile snarkily, like she should now that she controls me. Her face is sad. She wants to be controlled. It’s the only way to keep her obsessions at bay.
“I want to know what the fuck is going on. What games are you playing? What really happened that night that made me sign my life away to your family? What do you really do for a living? I need answers to everything. Now.”
