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Mio.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she is tutto fottutamente mio.
My heart sinks, and as I take a deep breath, she breaks her eyes from me and walks into the coffee shop. I turn on my car and put it in drive, pressing down on the gas, pulling onto the main street, and heading toward my office. She is a fucking minor, but one day she won’t be, and when that day comes, she will be all mio.
3 Hours Later
I push open the doors to the conference room and walk to the head of the table. My men are already at their seats waiting for me. They were sent out around my territory to find more sex houses. So far, we have burnt down thirty-five houses and helped relocate the women to a different city, or in some instances, we have helped them leave the country, whatever they wanted to do. Most women want to leave the country and start over, and some choose to move to a different state. We set them up with everything they need to start a new life, a new identity, houses, cars, jobs, money, whatever they need; me and my men provide it for them.
I have so much money, possessions, and power I can give shit away to them, and it doesn’t affect me at all. What the fuck is the purpose of having everything if you can’t help those in need? I know it sounds odd coming from a mobster Re, but I run things differently than my Padre, and I pride myself in doing so. I take a deep breath and sit back in my chair.
“That girl was fucking hot, Christian,” the man sitting next to me says.
“What girl?” I ask, staring at the man. My heart starts to pound against my ribcage.
“The redhead at the coffee shop, she is hot as fuck. I bet she hasn’t touched a man yet, and fuck, what I wouldn’t give to fucking claim her,” the man says, laughing and sitting back in his chair.
Mio.
I see nothing but fucking red. My guys are standing behind this fucking idiot, and I give my men a brief nod of my head. In seconds, they have his head on the table while he screams and struggles as they hold his hands behind his back and press the side of his face into the table.
“Who am I?” I ask calmly.
“What?” He asks in a confused voice.
“Who…am…I?” I ask again through gritted teeth.
“Christian Armani,” the man answers with confidence. It appears he forgot that five fucking seconds ago.
“How do I feel about men disrespecting women?” I ask as calmly as I can.
What you say in the bedroom to your woman is one thing, but how you treat and talk about them in public and with other men is an entirely different fucking story.
“You don’t like it, sir,” the man whispers. I can tell he knows he fucked up, but I have to send a message to my people.
“No, I don’t like it one bit,” I snap at him as images of Nicole run through my head.
“What happens when I don’t like something?” I ask in an amused voice.
“The person is punished,” the man whispers.
“Good boy, now stick out your tongue,” I say calmly, looking him in the eyes.
The man’s body starts to shake uncontrollably, but he does as he is told. Of course, he fucking does. I pull out my knife and slam it down across his tongue. The man screams and pulls back, lifting his hands to his bloody, tongueless mouth.
No one will ever fucking talk about her that way in front of me again. My guys help the man stand as he screams and bleeds out, and I sit back in my chair, putting the bloody knife on the table in front of me. Everyone is silent and watching me, but they know better than to question me. After all, I am il fottato Re.
11
Nicole
2 Years, 6 Months Held Captive
All three men pull out of me at the same time, their eyes looking down at me, sending a chill down my spine. I kept my head turned to the side as they claimed me. Every day, more come in, and they find new ways to make my body hurt. Sebastian refuses to remove the chains, so the men have found creative ways of making sure they take my mouth, pussy, and ass repeatedly.
Sebastian wants my screams, but they don’t come. They haven’t come since the first gang rape, since they carvedbrokeninto my skin. As soon as that knife carved that word into my skin, it became who I am. And for the first time since being brought here, the fight in me is almost gone, and what is left leaves me with each man who uses me. It has gotten to the point where Sebastian has to pick me up and take me to the shower, using the dirty fucking rag to wash my already dirty fucking body. Sebastian has to force-feed me the rotten, disgusting food because I have no desire to survive anymore.
The door to the room opened, allowing my heart to slow down a little. For fucking hours, all three men whispered different things into my ears as they took turns fucking my mouth, ass, and pussy. They would swap around, making me feel each of them in all three holes while my gut twisted and I got lost in my wild thoughts.
