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She looked at me with a girlish smile. “Oh, Antonio, you make me so fucking horny and wet. Dad’s going to kill me if he finds out I’m here.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I said as I headed toward the door. “He won’t know.”
She giggled again, and I opened it. Before she knew what was happening, Jimmy was inside the room, I had locked the door, and he had his gun out and was pointing it at her.
“Oh my God, what the fuck is going on?”
I walked over to the bed and shrugged. “Hey, I’m sorry to have to do this, Serena, but you need to video chat your dad right now.”
“What?” Her jaw dropped, and her face paled. “What are you talking about?”
“I said, ‘You need to video chat your dad right now,’ or Jimmy’s going to blow your fucking brains out.”
Her eyes flickered, and she looked between the two of us. “What the fuck is going on here, Antonio? And I’m naked right now.”
“You ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen before,” Jimmy said, shrugging. I pressed my lips together to stop from laughing. I grabbed her handbag and brought it over to the bed.
“Call your dad.”
“You got to fucking untie me first if you want me to call him,” she said, glaring at me. “No wonder he wants to kill you. No wonder he told me to stay away from you. You’re a fucking jackass.”
“You didn’t mind that when you were sucking on my dick,” I said, and she ground her teeth.
“I should have bitten it off,” she said. “Then what would you have done?”
“Call your dad,” I said as I finished untying the ropes. She looked like she wanted to make a run for it, but then Jimmy pressed the gun to the side of her head.
“I wouldn’t be stupid if I was you.”
“At least let me put on some clothes,” she said.
“No,” I said.
“I’m not going to video chat him like this.”
“Fine,” I said. “Call him.”
She grabbed her phone from her handbag, grabbed a pillow, and covered herself with it. The phone rang twice.
“Serena, where are you?” Tommasso’s voice sounded angry. “The guy said you disappeared. Where are you?”
“I’m in Times Square, Daddy. I made a mistake.”
“What the fuck’s going on?”
“I went to meet Antonio but I—”
“Put him on the phone.”
“Papa, I’m sorry.”
“Put Antonio Marchesi on the phone.”
“Yes, Papa.” She handed the phone to me.
“Tommasso,” I said.
“Antonio Marchesi. You can fix this.”
