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“You could sell her,” Frank pushes out through painful breaths, “or you could keep her.”
“We don’t-,” Luca stops when I shoot a glance at him.
His offering is not conventional, at least not for our family. We refuse to delve into the skin trade. Yet, I am considering it. She intrigues me – the way she took that hit yesterday and subsequently told him to fuck off – I have never met a woman like that before. The women I meet are either timid or pretending to have the gall that she does, but when it comes down to it, they all crumble and cannot take what I need to give them.
“Fine,” I release his hair and shove him away from me, “We will take her. As of now she is Botticelli property and we will do with her as we see fit.”
Frank does not even blink at my words. While I know she will be well cared for, he is completely unfazed by the unknown future that he just sold her into.
“So…,” his voice trembling, “we are good?”
“Where is she?”
“She’s out back going through this morning’s delivery.”
“Then we are good,” I pause, “as soon as Luca breaks your leg. We do, after all, have a reputation to uphold.”
A big grin spreads across Luca’s face. He enjoys inflicting pain nearly as much as I do.
“When you’re done,” I nod to Luca, “meet me out back with the car.”
He nods back at me, and the last thing I see before walking towards the storeroom is Luca prepping to swing his bat. A pathetic scream echoes through the store as I reach the exit to the alley.
Stepping into the alley, Avalie is bent over and rummaging through a crate. Distracted from the bottom of her ass peaking from her shorts, I momentarily lick my lips.
“What are you doing back here,” she questions when she sees me.
“I am here to collect a debt.”
“That’s Frank. He is inside,” she scoffs, “I don’t owe you shit.”
“That is where you are wrong,piccola pesca,” my words deliberately slow, “you are going to be the payment.”
“Excuse me,” she snaps back.
“Frank gave you to us to pay off what he owed,” stepping closer, “You belong to the Botticelli family now.”
“The fuck I do,” she chucks the apple in her hand at my face, “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Someone let the brat out of the bag today,” I take another step towards her as Luca pulls the car down the alley blocking her only means of escape, “Let me be more clear, youbelongto the Botticelli family now.”
Throwing another apple at me, she turns to run. She only makes it few steps before my hand is firmly wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her body back towards me. Once she is against me, I firmly wrap one arm around her waist and the other around her neck.
She struggles to free herself, but without effort I am no match for her small stature. It does not stop her though. She continues to thrash against me, kicking my shins when I lift her off the ground to carry towards the car.
ChapterEight
Avalie
This cannot be happening. I was out of this shit in just a few hours. Starting over with a new life.
Traffic Cone’s thick muscular arms are tightly wrapped around my neck and waist. I struggle to pull from his hold, but he is ridiculously stronger than me. As I struggle, he lifts me off the ground with ease. Trying to take advantage of what little leverage I have, I swing my feet trying desperately to kick him in the shins. Just maybe I will kick him hard enough that he will loosen his grip long enough for me to get away.
“She looks feisty,” the other guy calls from the open window of the driver’s seat.
“Would you just open the trunk,” Traffic Cone groans back to him.
“You are not putting me in the fucking trunk,” I yell back as I continue to struggle. Throwing my head back, I hear Traffic Cone grunt as I make contact with his face.
