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I nod, wincing as a dull ache shoots through my brain from the movement.
He chuckles. “Oh yes, she is. Killed by your own father, the fucking Carusso piece of shit.” He spits at me, the glop of saliva hitting my jean-clad thigh. I try not to recoil, but a flinch escapes me nonetheless. “Once he got rid of her, he went after the lover your whore of a mother seduced.My son.”
I can’t help but look up in disbelief. Would my mother really cheat on my father? They looked so in love. So happy.And would he really kill her? Once again, I gain an unpleasant glimpse into the harsh world Dante Santoro is from. Why would my mother knowingly tie herself to someone as horrid as this guy? Or his son.
“Nico was going to be the next Don,” the boss continues. “He had his whole future ahead of him. I had a plan. Santoros were going to fall, and Nico was going to lead the mafia into the Nicolosi era. Your cunt of a mother ruined it all.”
My breath catches in my throat.
Nico Nicolosi.The man in front of me is the same man I’ve been trying to hack with Arrow for the past few weeks. I wonder if Arrow managed to find something? But that’s a future Alessa problem. Right now I need to figure out how to stay alive, when Nico is determined to make me pay for what my family did to his.
“And you,” Nico continues, oblivious to the turmoil in my head. “You were supposed to be dead.”
I bite my lip.
“Tell me, how did Alessandro,” he spits again, the saliva catching my shoulder this time, “manage to save your life?”
I swallow hard, my eyes darting to Tony, making sure he’s not going to hit me for speaking again. “I don’t know,” I say the truth, while my heart picks up speed. Could this be? Was my father the one who saved me? Did he try to get me to safety and then join me later, but got caught in Nico’s trap along the way?
“Lies!” he spits, furious. Tony grabs my hair and yanks my head back, the pain in my temple increasing tenfold.
“I swear,” I plead, my whole body shaking. “I only remember waking up in front of an abandoned house. I had no idea who my parents were or what happened when I came to Blackwood.”
Nico narrows his eyes. “You were what, five? Six, back then?”
“Just turned three.”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. You were still supposed to be dead. Every Carusso was. And since you’re not, you’ll die now.”
He motions to Tony as my heart stops.
“Why?” I ask, halting his move and drawing his attention back to me.
“He killed my son. I killed everyone he ever cared for.”
“But he’s dead now. He doesn’t care anymore. Please just let me go. I’ll leave town.”
He smirks, “Even if I was a nice man and had it in my heart to forgive you for your father’s sins—which I am not, and I don’t—I wouldn’t let you go.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask why, but Tony’s raised hand stops the words from escaping me mid-throat.
“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Nicolosi continues. “Carusso’s fucked up my plans to take over once. They won’t do it again.”
I search his face for clues. What the hell is he on about? Then it hits me.
“Dante,” I whisper.
“You’re a distraction to him. A whore,” he looks at me with disgust, “he occupies his time with until he can fulfil his contract and marry my daughter. Therewillbe Nicolasi at the helm after all,” he laughs. “And once Natalia is at the top… well, I’ll leave that to your imagination.”
“You’re going to have him killed,” I say in shock, searching his face for any signs I’m reading this wrong.
“You’re not as dumb as your mother, I see,” he tilts his head to the side. “I’d say it’s a shame to lose a young, bright mind like yours,” he smiles, showing his yellow teeth, “but I really don’t care.” Loathing pours off his body as he gives meone more once over before turning his back to me and walking out of the room. “Do with her what you want,” he throws over his shoulder, stepping over the threshold, “as long as she’s dead at the end.”
The door closes behind him, leaving Tony and I in darkness. Shaking with a mix of disgust and fear I look up from my kneeling position, meeting Tony’s eyes. His grip on my hair tightens as he wets his lips with his tongue, his cold eyes dropping to my cleavage.
Before I have the time to recoil, he drags me closer to him, his voice a menacing whisper. “Maybe I’ll take my time with you. Find out exactly what it is about your cunt that has Santoro so wrapped up.” He licks my cheek before pressing his lips against mine and pushing me down to the floor. Trying not to gag I struggle to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let up.
Heart pounding in my chest, I shift the rope I’ve been clutching in between my hands just as he pushes his knee in between my thighs, spreading them open. Letting go of my hair he palms my breast roughly. “Tell me, how does it feel to be fucking the man who killed your dear old daddy?”
