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It’strue what they say. Hurt people hurt people. The more broken and damaged you are, the more you wish to spread it to others. Make them suffer just as much as you do. It’s only fair.

A decent human being would feel guilty. I drugged a woman and coerced her into sexual acts against her sober will. Ifilmedher. A treat I plan on watching many times. Perhaps even a bargaining tool I can use to break her down—would she really want footage of herself on the internet for anyone to see? Stripping is one thing, but to have her most vulnerable moment broadcast for millions of strangers to enjoy is something else entirely.

Falynn would be devastated. As I leave the penthouse, I file away the idea of the potential punishment for later.

I’ve already treated her better than I need to. She’s nothing more than a possession I’ve won in the spoils of war. She’s lucky I have her living in luxury; I haven’t fucking tied her up in the basement, forced to satisfy my every whim.

But if it comes to that, so be it. Her choice.

She was supposed to be different. Instead, she’s chosen to make things difficult for herself.

All kinds of possibilities are probably running through her head. She woke up naked, so naturally she’s assumed we had sex. It sickened her so much she became physically ill. I could’ve spared her, and told her the truth—I didn’t fuck her.

But I did watch her touch herself. Ihelpedher make herself come. I filmed her doing so. She gave me quite the show, spreading her folds for me. I’ve seen the most intimate part of her Giovanni would never want me to see.

I’d taken her into the bedroom with intentions to fuck. She’d been in and out of consciousness, barely able to hold her head up. I’d helped her out of her dress and dropped her on the bed. By the time I’d moved to join her, she was out cold. Her tolerance was incredibly low; the Cherry had stronger effects on her than I anticipated.

She’d spared herself by passing out. Theonlyreason I didn’t fuck her.

I wanted her moans. I wanted her pussy clenching around my dick. I wanted the illusion she was enjoying herself just as much with me as she used to with Giovanni. Her being knocked out only reinforced the reality the situation was the exact opposite—I’d drugged her and was going to take her against her will.

For a moment, I’d stood by the bed and considered if I should go through with it anyway. How could I resist a warm, wet hole, so pretty and pink right in front of me? She wouldn’t have known either way. She was too far gone to know the difference. She would’ve woken just as confused and ashamed.

I’d resisted just barely, holding out for my vision we’d reenact her time with my brother. Next time she won’t get such a courtesy. Conscious or unconscious, sober or drugged, it won’t matter.

I return to my office at the casino and lock myself inside. Brief flashes of clarity come and go. In these small moments I question if I’m losing my mind. It’s always been a possibility since the time I was a child, and first learned I’d never be normal.

Ma had consoled me. She’d hugged me and kissed me and told me I was just as good as any other boy. Just as good as Giovanni.

No sickness could change that. I just had to work a little harder than everybody else to fit in. She knew better than anyone what it was like.

I’ve spent my whole life in and out of episodes. Periods of time where I can’t control myself, and I do bad things. But I’ve always come back down to earth after a while. I’ve always returned to reality and put myself in check. I’d been doing so good until Pa named my brother as his successor. Until my brother died.

I’d been finally making headway. Finally proving myself.

Now I can’t quiet the crazy noise inside my head. I can’t stop thinking about what transpired with my brother’s woman—those little moans Falynn made as she rubbed herself for my viewing pleasure.

A sick smile spreads across my lips as I imagine Giovanni’s reaction. His rage was often unmatched. He felt things too deeply, whereas I don’t feel anything at all. Where I’m a spiral of insanity, he was a fireball of fury. In some ways, we complemented each other as twin brothers raised in a dark and gruesome crime family.

If he knew what I’d done to his precious Falynn, he’d kill me.

He’dslaughterme.

I bark out a wolfish laugh, inhaling a line. Tomorrow, I’ll have dinner with Falynn again. If the urge strikes me, I’ll have her. For real this time.

My morning high kicks in as my iPhone rings. I answer without checking the Caller ID. A decision I come to regret the instant Uncle Claro wishes me good morning.

“You settling in over there, nephew?” Claro asks in his loud, abrasive voice, no matter the time of day. “I heard the deal with the cartel went smoothly.”

“We’re in business.”

“And the casino?”

“As profitable as projected,” I say, sitting back in my large office chair. “We held a meeting about the direction we’ll be taking the Vittoria in.”

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