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“You’re a pig,” Lucia snaps.
I laugh at her and pointedly rub my sticky fingers over her lips. But before I can react, she bites my finger hard.
“Fuck!” I yell, and I slap her. Her head snaps to the other side, and there’s a large red imprint on her face. To her credit, she doesn’t cry out. Her eyes are damp, but no tears fall.
“Hey! Don’t damage her!” Saint admonishes. He’s looking over his shoulder again.
“Keep your eyes on the fucking road!”
I’m beyond pissed now. Forget treating Lucia nicely. I’m going to fuck her virgin cunt bloody just as soon as our plan is over. Maybe I’ll do more than that; it’s been a while since I’ve used my knife on anybody, since I’ve created art through patterns on the skin. I can already picture it, the way her eyes will widen in terror when she sees the wickedly sharp blade I like to use. Maybe when I slice into her flesh, she’ll actually cry.
I want to see her sob, and it goes beyond even my grudge against her father at this point. I want to get back at the little bitch who thought she could get away with kicking me and biting me, something I won’t give her a chance to do again.
I’ll be the one doing the biting, leaving perfect teeth marks in her flesh.
The car pulls into the long driveway. The manor looks like any McMansion in the area, ostentatious and more about showing off wealth than actual class. It’s ugly as sin, but at least it’s got a nice big yard with plenty of trees to provide privacy. We’ve held a few nude pool parties here with the neighbors none the wiser.
A lot of things happen here that they know nothing about.
This isn’t our first unwilling visitor, and it won’t be the last. But with the way we have security set up, they’ll never find out a single thing is wrong at the place we call home.
The garage holds five cars, and Saint parks in the spot closest to the door. The other spots have the nicer cars, but for this job, we’d taken a nice, nondescript one. We’ll have somebody switch out the license plates later, too.
Lucia’s haughty attitude is beginning to fade as the garage door closes behind us and everything gets darker, but I can still see her calculating eyes. She thinks she can still escape us. Too bad for her, but all that security we’ve got? It doesn’t just keep people out.
It keeps people in, too.
I drag her out of the car, squeezing her ass in the process, and push her in the direction of the house.
Saint gives me an exasperated look. “Be gentle, man.”
“She fucking bit me.Yoube gentle under those circumstances.”
“I’d do it again, too. Keep your hands to yourself.” Lucia tries to pull away from me, even though I’ve still got the gun aimed at her and my grip is strong. Maybe she’s suicidal. Or she thinks I’m not a threat.
Fuck all of this. I don’t need to put up with her shit.
I pull her close and lift her up, over my shoulder. She squeaks loudly. Both Saint and I laugh.
“Put me down!” she yells, kicking at me. It barely even tickles. For all her fire, Lucia’s as weak as a kitten.
“No can do. You refused to cooperate,” I tell her. I run the gun along her ass and between her legs, and that shuts her right up. I can feel every muscle in her body trembling with fear. That’s better. That’s much, much better.
Saint gives me an exasperated look, but he’s smiling too. Clearly he’s not as put out as he’s pretending to be, but the pretense is sexy as hell. He may not be into the same things I am, but he never lifts a finger when I’m playing my games—and his cock is always hard by the time I’m done, even if he hates admitting it.
He unlocks the door, and the two of us head down the hall towards the office. This time of night, there’s nobody else around. The guards are out patrolling the grounds, and the service staff have gone back to their residences in the separate building on a different part of the compound.
Saint knocks on the office door. “Hey, we’re back. We got the girl.”
Naturally we’re made to wait a few seconds before we get a response. “Come in. It’s unlocked.”
The massive doors open slowly, and with a very loud creak. I keep saying we should get it fixed, but apparently the sound is a great alert system. Besides, there are other ways in and out of the office. Secret ways.
The large office is decorated in that faux antique way. Big, massive bookcases behind a massive wooden desk, with a dark red rug and two leather couches in front of it. The coffee table was custom made last year, but it looks like it could have been from a hundred years ago. I’m not really into the old-timey look, but I’m not the one in charge of decorating.
Sitting on the plush leather couch is Victor Corvi.
He’s the head of our organization, or what’s left of it. We used to be the largest Mafia family in the city, but Giorgis fucking Bellini waltzed into the area and took over more and more of our territory. We’ve lost countless men to that fucker, and I’m ready for payback.
