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What else is there to talk about? We have work, and now we have Lucia. As much as I respect Victor, and as much as I like Angel, there’s not really anything else between us. We might go to dinner on occasion, but those are usually related to the mob. Everything we do is surrounded by our lifestyle, and there’s no room for anything else.
There’s no getting out except by going six feet under, either, as Lucia has found out. It’s a pity she has to go back to her father, and I’m in no hurry to see her go. But I know that in time, it has to happen. We need what the trade can bring us.
Even if it means potentially seeing Lucia turn out just like Elena.
12
Angelo
Two days later, Victor gives us some damn good news: Lucia’s tests have all come back clean. That’s kind of a miracle, but maybe she’s enough of a whore that she was careful. Okay, I admit I’m being unfair. She’s growing on me, despite the initial bad impression.
But if she’s clean, that means I can have some real fun with her. I consider texting Saint to come join me, but I decide I’d rather do her on my own. There’ll be plenty of opportunities to gang up on her, and a lot fewer where it’s just me and Lucia.
I wander down to the basement and unlock the door to Lucia’s room. We’ve mostly been giving her space since Victor’s time with her, only stopping by to feed her and let her use the bathroom.
“Good morning, Princess,” I greet her, shutting the door behind me.
Lucia startles awake, and as soon as her eyes land on me, she scrambles to the corner of the room. I’m not sure how that’s supposed to help.
“No need to be nervous. I’ve actually got great news for you.” I sit down on the mattress and put my hand on her thigh. “The doctor says you’re clean. You know what that means?”
“That you’re going to try to stick your diseased prick into me without a condom,” she retorts, but there’s no venom, no fire. She looks… spooked, her eyes darting from me to the door as she tries to shove my hand off her thigh. I ignore her, leaving it there.
“I’m not the one who was slutting it up with the hired help,” I remind her. I’m worried about that look on her though. It was fun to scare her while she was fighting back, but I’m not really into broken people with no personalities.
Fuck, she reminds me of Elena Pavone right now.
I stroke up her thigh and rest my fingers on her folds, stroking absentmindedly. Maybe the videos affected her a lot more than Victor thought they would. “Princess, are you scared?”
“Of you?” She scoffs, grabbing my wrist again and trying to forcibly move me away from her body. “I’m not scared of any of you. You’re just a few assholes on a power trip.”
“Okay. If you’re not scared of me, what’s actually bothering you?” I let her push my hand away, but I grab her shoulders and pull her into my lap. She’s completely tense, and while I don’t exactly blame her, I would rather be the cause of any nervousness or fear.
“You aren’t my therapist,” she retorts, and there’s a spark of her usual fire in her eyes.
“We aren’t big on therapy here anyway.” I start to play with one of her nipples, rolling it between two fingers and enjoying the way it hardens under my touch. “Look, Victor wouldn’t ever splash you with acid or whatever. He’s pretty big on making sure everybody can do their job to their full capacity. And none of us want to hurt you like that.”
“How sweet of you. So tell me,Angel. How do you want to hurt me? You want to fuck me until I cry, is that right?”
Yeah, I do. I’ve fapped to that a few times already. I kiss the side of her neck and suck just under her ear. I can feel her body tremble against mine, and when I slip my hand between her legs again, I feel a bit of sticky wetness. “Seems you’ll be crying in pleasure. A slut like you wants to be taken all the time.”
She swallows hard, squirming, but she replies almost tonelessly, “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, keep dreaming.”
I’d come down here with a single purpose in mind, but even with proof of her arousal on my fingers, the mood feels off. Her squirming should be turning me on, but instead I’m annoyed that she doesn’t seem to fully be here.
I sigh and move her off my lap. “Princess, work with me here. You want Victor to keep you around, but that’s not going to happen if you don’t uphold your end of the bargain. I don’t actually want to see you sent to that Pavone asshole.”
She flinches.
It rankles that she’s more scared of Pavone than of us, but given the Elena vid, I can understand. The acid… yeah, that was fucking nasty. I think it’s worse than what I did to Freddie’s finger.
“Okay, tell you what. I won’t fuck you today. I bet your cunt is still sore from what Victor did to you anyway. I mean, it was hot as hell, but if I were a woman I’d never want to go to the doctor.” I put an arm around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. “Let’s just chat.”
“Chat?” she repeats dubiously, as though I’m speaking another language entirely. “You want to just… chat.”
“Sure. I don’t actually know much about you except that your dad’s a fucking asshole. I’m going to murder him, by the way. Someday soon, I hope.” I figure there’s no harm telling her that. She seems to hate her father already, and what’s she going to do, run to the cops, naked, and tell them some mafia guy has it out for her mafia dad?
“Better sooner than later,” she says. She doesn’t meet my eyes, and her voice sounds steady. Too steady. I can’t tell what she’s thinking. Is she actually bothered? Or is she really hoping I’ll kill him?
