AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I meet his hawkish gaze, smile, and move my hand to his neck. When I tighten my hold, Salvatore lets out a growl and thrusts his cock all the way to the hilt filling me so completely that consciousness leaves my body. It feels as if I’m flying.
“You,” I whisper and slide my palms down his back all the way to his hard ass. “And do I own you, Tore?”
He doesn’t reply immediately, just keeps pounding into me until my walls clench around his cock, and I come againfrom his punishing pace. Dipping his head lower, he places a kiss on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
“I’m afraid you do, Milene.” He slams his lips to mine and thrusts into me at the same time, filling me with his hot cum.
* * *
I sit up in bed and watch Salvatore as he walks toward the closet on the other side of the room, takes out a shirt, and puts it on. He has four gunshot scars on his back. One is near his shoulder, two on the left side, and another a few inches to the right of his spine. With his leg and the graze to his right bicep, the total amounts to six.
“Where are the others?” I ask.
“What?”
“Gunshot wounds.”
He turns and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. “Right thigh and left leg.”
“Holy fuck, Salvatore. When did you get all these gunshot wounds?” I get up from the bed and take over the buttoning of his shirt.
“The one on my shoulder is from a few years back. The thigh shot was last year.” He says this like he’s reciting a grocery list. “My left leg, and the three on the back were inflicted on me during the same incident. Seven years ago.”
My fingers go still on the middle button. Three bullets in the back do not come from an ordinary gunfight. That was an execution. “Who did it?”
“The old don gave the order,” he says. “But it was one of the capos who carried it out.”
“Why?”
“The previous establishment became greedy. They decided to keep the lion’s share of the money for themselves.”
That’s insane. I couldn’t have understood correctly. “They were stealing from the Family?”
Cosa Nostra Families have a very strict way of operating, and it’s based on trust above all else. The don and capos are in charge of organizing business, but they are only entitled to part of the profits. The rest of the money is distributed to all other members, all the way down to the foot soldiers. The shares depend on the person’s position in the organization, but the don and the capos never take more than 40 percent of the total income. I don’t know how many people there are in the New York Family, but back in Chicago, there were at least a hundred.
“Yes,” he says. “And I found out.”
“So, they decided to kill you?”
“In the end, yes.” He bends his head and brushes his cheek against mine. “They tried to bring me into their little scheme first. I was a capo then, and I’d already started to build up my own construction business. It was bringing in a lot of money.”
“What happened?”
“I said no. They tried giving me an incentive to change my mind.” He reaches with his hand and traces a line along my jaw with his finger. “They were very enthusiastic in their efforts.”
“Your hand?” I ask and place my palm over the one that’s caressing my chin.
“And my leg.”
“Jesus, Tore.” I blink to keep the tears at bay. “How does anyone survive something like that?”
“Nino found me in the warehouse where I was invitedfor a ‘meeting.’ He has a habit of following me, even when I’ve told him not to. When I was released from the hospital, Arturo helped me lie low until I was well enough to discuss the matter with the don and the capos again.”
“What did you say to them?”
“Nothing in particular. I only demonstrated where they’d gone wrong.” He presses his lips to my fingers. “When you really intend to kill someone, you aim for the head.”
“You killed the don?”
