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“An insult for me is one for my father who has done nothing but protect you over the years. Right now, he can’t do that so I would suggest you start talking and tell me whatever I want to know.”
“Y-you’re going to kill me,” he stated, and I grinned.
“Actually, I’m going to cut off every finger, starting with each phalange. If you still don’t tell me what I want to know, I will continue to the metacarpal, and if you don’t pass out or die from the blood loss alone, I will cut off both fucking hands until I decide to end your miserable life. Just know, Leo, it won’t be until you have truly suffered.”
“B-but, I have been by your father’s side for—”
“Thirty years. I know. Spare me the sob story. It’s for that reason alone I won’t show you an ounce of fucking mercy, so unless you want to lose the tip of your thumb, I suggest you start giving me what I want to hear. You’ll learn I’m a very impatient man.”
A sob escaped him, and I grabbed one of his hands. As easy as taking candy from a baby, everything came spilling forth. Stefano should be proud of me for my actions, however, something told me that he wouldn’t be. Nothing I’ve ever done had ever made him respect me the way that a father should a son. The man was pure evil and as other memories came rushing back, clarity only proved that nothing I did would ever be good enough for him. He hated me, perhaps even more than I hated him. He had everything I wanted from power to fear, and he even had the girl. I had his right-hand man, or what was left of him, and as he bled out on the floor, I picked back up the Glock and a shot between the eyes ended his miserable life. Now, it was time to take what Stefano had, everything that was rightfully mine. Maybe not tonight, but it would be soon.
VIVIANA
I’d been in this massive fucking house for almost two weeks now and I was slowly biding my time. The night I had accompanied Stefano home, he had tied me up once more and used a whip on me. I supposed I had it coming seeing as I was actively plotting his demise all while fantasizing about his son. Speaking of Nazario, I had heard raised voices in the hall that first morning, then both father and son mentioned something about Geneva before they left on a trip. It was for the best as it allowed my body to heal in Stefano’s absence.
Now, it had been two weeks and I had barely seen either man since they arrived home a few days earlier. They had been gone exactly ten days, ones I mentally marked off on my calendar. If everything went according to plan, I would be able to secure myself enough cash so I could do what I came there to do and flee. I’d live the rest of my life off on some island somewhere until my own sins caught up with me and my life was cut short like Donna’s had been.
I still had no idea what had happened that night, and I supposed that was the hardest part of it to swallow. She’d been so excited about a party at a club, yet she ended up dead in an alley from obvious signs of trauma. I used to drive myself crazy with worry about whether they killed her swiftly or tortured her. The latter kept me up more nights than I could count. Just imagining that she suffered for even a single second made me physically ill. It also fortified my resolve to make the others feel the same way.
I’d been able to piece together a lot of the partygoers that night, and two had met their early demise after I’d gotten everything that I could from them. I used my newfound sexuality to my advantage. My body was a weapon that I flaunted and wielded, and one that had even landed me the prize of all prizes. Stefano wanted me, but unlike those whores he surrounded himself with, I was the only one in his sheets. Outside of them, I possessed class and dignity, two things he hadn’t had in a woman since his wife was murdered. During a blow-job one night, he’d told me the entire sordid history and even claimed it had been at the hands of a rival family. That might be true, but it wouldn’t have shocked me if I later learned it had all been a lie.
The nights here were lonely and if it wasn’t for my aimless wandering and fantasies of revenge, I would truly hate it more than I did. “I’m going to get payback for you, Donna. I promise you that with every fiber of my being.”
I pulled my robe tighter as a chill passed over me. I had explored a lot of areas of the estate, except for the ones I had been warned to stay away from. I assumed it was where the killings I often heard about actually took place, but I wasn’t adventurous enough to defy him in order to find out for sure. There was plenty of other real estate to explore, including a secluded area covered with trees. It overlooked the Gulf and also was a favorite landing spot for hummingbirds.
A few days earlier, I had been sitting on a blanket and enjoying the view when what had to be about ten of them converged in my safe space and flittered wildly as they drank nectar from some of the vibrant flowers. They were absolutely amazing and proof that something so beautiful could survive in a place so cold. They had green iridescent feathers that glimmered in the sunlight, and long smooth beaks. They were impressive to watch and something I now found myself looking forward to seeing.
It was nearly night now, so I would see nothing but stars in what would eventually be pitch darkness. The sun had recently set, and it would only be a matter of time before all semblance of light, outside of the moon and stars, would disappear until sunrise. I was too restless to sleep though, so I knew I had to do something. Gathering up what was left of my waning energy, I headed to the other wing of the house where I knew Nazario lived.
“You must have a death wish or something,” I’d told myself the first night that I ventured over there.
It’d been a while they had been in Switzerland. I had found his bedroom and I was slightly disappointed to learn that it wasn’t the same as I had once imagined it would be. I had this image of him in my head at school and I was quickly proven wrong when I saw his space in person. Still, I tended to go there a lot. Maybe I did have a death wish, or maybe he fascinated me that much. I was truly demented to even harbor any feelings for him, especially of the sexual kind, but here I was walking down the hallway to his room where I’d open the door to have a peek inside.
When I reached it, I pressed my face to the door to see if I could hear any sounds. When no noise was detected, I quickly looked around before slipping inside. The space was very sparse, and I actually wasn’t surprised because it matched the cold sterility of his heart. Just in the short time I had been there, combined with the stories I’d heard about the father and son, I honestly couldn’t decide which one was worse. Well, I knew Stefano killed Donna, but how many like her had Nazario taken out all in the name of family honor, or shits and giggles.
I moved closer to his bed and ran a hand along the silk bedspread. I already knew he liked silk sheets underneath because I had stupidly rolled around on them the second time I had come inside of his bedroom. I was about to leave before I got caught, but that proved to be for naught.
“Not exactly how I pictured you on my bed, but it’s a start,” came the gravelly voice from the doorway.
I flashed a guilty expression at him, before feigning innocence. “I didn’t know this was your room.”
My voice creaked slightly, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I couldn’t allow either of the Vaccaro men to detect any weakness in me. “I will see myself out.”
Nazario had already stepped inside, so I had a clear path to the door. Walking casually to it, I was about to flee when I found myself pressed face first against it. “You’re lying.”
“A-about?” I asked a hell of a lot more breathily than I’d intended.
“You came here because you feel what I do.”
His answer was correct, but I certainly couldn’t let him know that. After all, I was his father’s mistress so I was off-limits to him. Stefano would kill us both and not bat an eye. Despite knowing that, I allowed Nazario to trace the shell of my ear with his tongue, then moaned as he nibbled on the lobe.
My thong was getting damper by the minute, and I suspected he knew that too because his hands moved to the front of me while he kept me imprisoned with his body alone. They found the strap to my robe, and I could barely even remember to breathe, much less tell him to stop, because the truth was that I didn’t want him to. Stefano had told me he would be at the club late, and I knew what they meant. He would expect me to be up waiting for him, and tonight, there was no telling what type of depravities he wanted to take out on me.
“I need to go,” I managed to eek out just before his hand slid between my legs. I squeezed my thighs closed, but he was able to wedge them apart enough to find what I wanted to hide from him.
I flinched at the feel of his fingers sliding along my slit. His mouth was still wreaking havoc on my self-control, and now his fingers were threatening to weaken me further. “You’re so wet.”
I had learned how the Vaccaro men talked, and dirty was at the very top of that list. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I finally replied to his obvious statement. Of course, I was wet. He was stroking my pussy while biting my neck.
