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Pavone finally lets go of me and heads out of my bedroom. My father stops at the door and turns to look at me.
“If you do anything to piss off Pavone… you’re going to wish I’d left you to rot with Corvi,” my father threatens.
You didn’t do anything for me, I don’t say. I’d had to save myself. But I nod like a properly cowed daughter.
When he’s gone, I close and lock the door, sighing in relief.
Fuck. Tears are threatening to fall again, but I don’t let them. I’ve cried enough.
Okay. Pavone is doing his planning. I’m going to have to do some planning of my own. I didn’t leave Victor just to have a worse time with Pavone. I’m going to come out on top. And when I do, Victor, Angelo, and Saint will regret how they treated me.
Maybe my heart will stop tightening whenever I think of them, too.
4
ANGELO
Saint’s bed isn’t as comfortable as it usually is.
It doesn’t help that Saint’s been even more standoffish than before we’d met Lucia. He reacts to my touch like I’m a hot iron, pulling away with complaints that we can’t afford to be distracted, that Lucia is still waiting for our help.
I palm my cock and watch Saint typing away at his computer. “I bet Pavone’s fucked her already,” I say, meanly. “She’s a slut, remember? She was probably begging for his cock.”
Saint swivels around to glare at me, his bloodshot eyes finding mine as he replies furiously, “She’s not a slut. And she’s not begging for his cock. She doesn’t want him. She wants us.”
“Which is why she’s there, with him, and not with us,” I retort. I’m still pissed off about the entire situation, and the only hope I’d had was that maybe things would go back to normal without Lucia here. But no. Saint’s still obsessed with her, even though he really needs to let her go.
Never mind that the idea of Pavone putting his filthy fucking hands on her makes me want to disembowel him.
“If Victor hadn’t—” Saint begins.
I interrupt him, though. “It wasn’t just Victor. You kept drugging her, and you knew she hated that.”
Saint scowls at me. “You fucked her with a gun! She was traumatized for days from that!”
“She was bouncing back,” I say, shrugging. “She came, didn’t she? She obviously didn’t hate it that much.”
It’s a flimsy excuse. I know that fear can make anybody, man or woman, aroused. Can make them come, under the right circumstances. But if Saint’s going to pretend he’s better than me because he was “gentle” with Lucia, he can fuck right off.
“Lucia was in tears. And you didn’t stop Victor from humiliating her in front of the Armenians. She must have seen your massive hard-on and knew she couldn’t trust you,” Saint says.
I keep palming my cock through my jeans, considering taking it out and jerking off for real. “So you admit she left willingly? She didn’t get absconded?”
That gives Saint pause, and he scowls at me. His hands ball up into fists at his sides, and I half expect him to get up and try to use them on me. It’d probably only make me laugh, but it’s obvious the pressure has him close to cracking.
“No!” Saint says quickly. “That’s not what I’m saying!”
“What then? If Victor and I hadn’t mistreated your poor little Sleeping Beauty, she wouldn’t have been kidnapped right back?” I ask, rolling my eyes. I decide to unfasten my jeans, just the button.
Saint gets up from his chair, knocking it back. “It means she probably doesn’t want to come back! Because she knows what you two will do to her!”
“What we’ll do to her?” I laugh, but the sound is ugly. “What about what you’ll do to her, Saint? You’re not so fucking innocent in all of this.”
“I’ve always been nice to her!” he protests hotly.
“Bet she doesn’t feel that way,” I needle him. “Especially when you spanked her in front of the rest of us.”
He storms over, and I purposefully unzip my jeans. I told Lucia once that I like ‘em fighting and afraid of me. Saint isn’t afraid of me, but he’s definitely in a fighting mood now. My blood is pumping faster, and a nice, violent fuck would probably help me relax after all the shit we’ve gone through the past two weeks.
