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“Told you,” she says, flipping her hair and reloading the gun. “Now, do we get to play with real people?”
She looks over to where our captives are and then smiles at me. How the fuck is she not running in the other direction? She wants to “play with people?” Who the fuck is this woman?
I have to turn and adjust my fucking crotch because I’m in fucking heaven with her. I’m willing to bet Dom is feeling some type of way too, and I’d kill him if I didn’t trust him the way I do. I look over at him still staring in total amazement, and I snap my fingers.
“Eyes off my woman, Dom.”
He just chuckles and claps me on the shoulder. “Where do you find one of these?”
Evelina giggles as she finishes loading her pistol, and I nudge Dom in his good arm.
“Apparently from our rivals. I’ll ask around for you.”
She’s so fucking beautiful—even in an oversized hoodie and leggings. I wanted her to be comfortable to shoot, and despite the clothing that leaves a lot to the imagination, it’s her dominance and fierceness that make my fucking cock harden in my pants. The way she looks holding the gun, the power she exudes. A force to be reckoned with.
I guide Evelina over to where Stefano sits chained to the floor, Dom close behind us, along with a couple of my enforcers who I trust with my life. I’d never purposely put Evelina in harm’s way, and I don’t think I am by bringing her here. These men aren’t going anywhere, and I’ve got my own team that’ll fuck anybody up before they can lay a finger on her—per my instructions.
“This here is our ex-underboss.” I kick Stefano as I walk up to him, and he grunts, not speaking a word. “Still got some ironing out to do with that, but hey, all in a day’s work.”
She looks him over, her gun at her side. She’s got a brave face on, and she looks just as sexy as she did that night I found her wearing that black wig. All black ensemble with a fresh pair of black combat boots I bought her.
She’s probably dying to get her clothes. Her own things from the house she shared with Greco. And her store… But that’s a different beast for a different day.
“I feel like we could do some target practice on Stefano. What do you think, Dom?”
Dom eagerly nods and rubs his hands together like he’s just won the lottery.
“Not you, man,” I specify. “Evelina.”
He looks mildly defeated. I know he’s fucking itching to get back to his normal job and down fuckers with his one-shot kills like he’s used to. Doc says no shooting for the time being though, so I’m not gonna be the one who fucks his shoulder up even more.
“You want me to shoot him?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “Is he part of the reason I’m stuck—”
I clasp my hand over her mouth, and she pries my fingers off.
“Don’t talk about it,” I tell her, and she seems to wise up.
“Okay, yeah. I’ll shoot him. Let’s go,” Evelina says excitedly, and I have to calm her down.
I place both hands on her shoulders, and she sighs.
“I get it. You’ve got some pent-up frustration. But we aren’t shooting him…yet. First we’ll do some target practice. I’m going to put a target a hair to the right of his head. You can go crazy. Maybe it’ll encourage the fucker to start talking.” I turn to Stefano. “You hear that, bastard? Start talking, or a bullet with your name on it may end up stuck in your skull. My girl is good, but she’s bound to miss the paper eventually. Or maybe she’ll start thinking better of it and just fucking kill your ass anyways.”
I shrug as Dom sets up the paper, and then Evelina starts firing off round after round. I can’t help but notice the fact that she didn’t deny being mine. Maybe she’s starting to come around.
“Can you start aiming just next to his ear? I wanna see—”
“Oh, fuck yourself, Niccolò, you weak bitch,” Stefano grits out, and Evelina fires one thatjustmisses his ear. “Fuck you, bitch!” he screams at her, and I hold up my palm for her to cease fire.
I walk up to Stefano and knee him in the nose so hard that I hear the fucking crack as blood gushes down his face.
“I don’t think you meant to say that,” I say as he wails. “Now, are you ready to tell me why you’re buying women and children and what the fuck Evelina has to do with any of this? Or should we just continue your torture? We’ll make it nice and slow for you. You know that’s how I like it. Can’t rush a good thing.”
Stefano tries to cradle his head in his hands as he chokes on the blood running down his throat, but he’s chained up.
“Why don’t you ask your fucking father?” he spits out, and blood flies from his mouth, flinging in all directions, some hitting me.
I peel my shirt off and use it to clean my arms off, then discard it on the floor when I’m finished.
