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“You can’t change the agreed-upon terms, Volkov,” one of the brothers speaks up. Costas or something. Second in line to the empire. A better choice in my opinion since he often spoke out about his brother’s involvement in sex trafficking.
I smirk. “But I can,” I assure them. “Especially since you never planned on marrying Vanya anyway. Isn’t that right? Castellanos didn’t sell you her hand in marriage, did he?”
Vanya’s gasp is muffled but I’m close enough to hear it. I don’t need to turn back to know her eyes are rounded, no doubt filled with tears at this new information.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter spits out, his face taking on a very unattractive red hue.
“But I do.” I grin. “It’s one of the items I found in Theo Castellanos’s safe this morning. A contract between you and him stating that he gets half of the sale you make from her. An intact virgin.” I throw my head back and laugh. “No wonder you were willing to pay five million for her. You would have gotten three times that amount on the market for her.”
“I’ll be getting ten times the amount for her,” he sneers. “What do you want, Volkov? More money? I’ll happily pay you for the bitch.”
Another laugh from me.
“I said you would have gotten that amount for her, Peter.” I step back until I’m directly in front of Vanya. My little mouse has stopped fighting but now her body is shaking, trembling. Reaching under my coat, I drag out my .22 Ruger Wrangler black revolver. It has a nice long barrel, which is perfect for what I am about to do.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I can see the color drain from his face as he takes in my meaning, but he still must ask. Must confirm.
“You honestly didn’t believe she would last long under my roof as a virgin, did you?” I mock him as I slip my gun beneath the hem of her dress, between her legs. Vanya grunts and tries to move away from the cold metal against her warm thighs, but Sasha holds her steady. Tears fall from her eyes and onto my enforcer’s hand, but he doesn’t budge. He knows what has to be done.
“You’re lying,” Peter hisses. I smirk.
“Tell me, Peter.” I keep my voice nonchalant as I swipe the barrel over her pussy. With no underwear, she is completely exposed to the gun. “Who ordered the hit on the Castellanoses? Was it you?”
Vanya releases a moan that blends in synchronized harmony with her sobs. She shakes her head back and forth as I let the tip of my gun play with her clit. I can see her from my peripheral, but my focus is still on Peter whose face has gone a mottled purple.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” he hisses at me, but he doesn’t draw his weapon. None of them do because they know that if they did, they would all be dead.
“She’s a good fuck,” I push him further. “Would have brought you in top dollar.” If there is one thing a Spiridakos doesn’t like losing out on, it’s profit, and Vanya would have been one of his biggest paydays ever.
“You think I care about one little slut?” he seethes. “I’ll find another to take her place.”
Chuckling, I shake my head as I dip the barrel inside Vanya’s pussy. She gasps and her body goes completely still.
“I think that having the last name Castellanos would have erased every single debt you had to the Samaras family back in the home country.” His eyes widen at my statement while his brothers turn to look at him in confusion. “How much do you owe them now for all those bad business ventures? Shit, probably not as much as you owe them for the whores and the gambling debt, am I right?” I laugh as if we are old pals sharing an inside joke.
“Fuck…” I groan as I pump the barrel of the gun in and out of Vanya a couple of times. “This just slides right in, she’s fucking soaked.”
“I’ll still get a better price for her than anyone else,” he snarls. “Virgin or not. She’s the last living Castellanos and there are those out there who will pay for the opportunity to own the mafia heir. Even if she is a fucking slut.”
Technically she isn’t, but I’m not correcting that since I am on a roll.
“Is that why you ordered the hit on her family?” I ask him as I thrust again and again. Vanya’s moans are echoing through the parking lot, her back arching as her orgasm nears. Peter is growing livid, and this is just what I need. He’s distracted by her. By his hate for what I’ve taken from her. By her reaction. “You wanted to make her more of a commodity.”
His face darkens but he doesn’t admit to it.
Because he didn’t do it.
Fuck.
Vanya screams her release around my gun, her orgasm crashing through her, but I don’t have time to focus on that. I wipe her juices off the barrel with the front of her dress and take a step toward Peter.
Peter’s eyes widen further, but he doesn’t make a move. His brothers step toward me, but the anger they see on my face causes them to pause. Good. They may have thought they were playing big when they came here, but the Spiridakos family is nothing but small fish in a shark pond.
“You didn’t do it, did you?” I snarl at him. He shakes his head but there is something in his eyes that causes me to pause. It isn’t remorse, but something else. “You didn’t order the hit, but you know who did.”
Peter’s mouth remains firmly closed and if he doesn’t open it soon, I’m going to make it so that the doctors have to wire his jaw shut for months.
“Peter,” Costas hisses at his brother. “Tell him.”
