Page 4 of His for the Taking

“I know the Family deals in the same?—”

I bared my teeth, and there was heavy silence.

“When The Family deals in flesh, it’s our call and right. You went rogue, Lorenzo. You thought selling pussy on the side would make you a little extra coin. You cut us out. You went behind our backs. It’s time you pay for it in blood.”

Someone stepped up beside me, and I didn’t look to see who it was, just held out my hand. I felt the heavy, cold tool in my palm, and I curled my fingers around it, the metal warming the longer I held it.

“I’ll make sure your death is as slow as possible and that you’re begging for me to end your life when this is all said and done.” My pulse raced, and a faceless image of Nina came to mind making me take a slow step toward him.

I lifted the tool and showed him the garden shears. Lorenzo started crying.

“Cry harder for me, motherfucker.” I turned the tool over in my hand, the metal old and worn, rusted and dinged. “Take the fucker’s pants off.”

Lorenzo struggled, and I stepped back as they tore at his ripped and bloodied jeans. When he was nude from the waist down, I laughed at his tiny, flaccid cock.

“Hold his dick up. I’m gonna cut it off.” I stared into Lorenzo’s eyes, and he started pleading for his life as I moved closer. I leaned down, and with a grin on my face, I snipped his dick right in half.

It was the sound of his screams, the smell of his blood, and the splattering of that visceral fluid on my loafers that had me laughing hard.

Now…now I was ready to marry Nina and fuck her into my perfect wife.

3

NINA

I knew my role in this life. I knew I was to submit, to be quiet, and to do what my husband said when he said it. I’d been raised that way from birth. It was all I’d ever known.

And I kept my mouth shut when I disagreed with any of it.

“I’m going to die today,” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection.

Today was my wedding day, the first day of my marriage. An arranged one to a cruel, heartless man.

I’d heard the countless rumors of Antonio Luciano before. My mother’s nephew.

He was a killer, a torturer. He reveled in being brutal and vicious.

And now I was going to be tied to him for the rest of my life.

My gown was nothing more than a costume for a wedding that was just for show, when the marriage itself was merely based on blood, money, and power. I was a pawn in a deadly chess game. The mouse for a hungry feline.

“Look happy, Nina, or you’ll ruin the day,” Lilliana, my mother, warned as she walked around me and picked off nonexistent lint from my crystal-studded dress.

She stepped in front of me, her cold, shrew-like expression always in place.

I felt my heart start racing, and panic completely flooded me.

I knew there was tension between her and her Italian family. I didn’t know what had caused the rift, and I was smart enough to not have asked.

“You do what your husband says, and you’ll be fine. You disobey Antonio, and you know what happens.”

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

“There’s only so much a person can take, Mama.” I opened my eyes, hoping to see empathy, maybe a motherly sweetness shining back at me, but her expression was harder than ever.

“We are born and bred to deal with this, and deal with it, you will.” Her voice was stern. Hard and sharp like a whip. “This union is good for both families.” There was this strange tone in her voice, one that spoke of something more personal. “This will help secure our name. It’ll give us more power.” My mother grabbed my chin painfully, and I winced, unable to hide the sting from my expression. “Now say it, Nina.”

Her cloying, too-strong perfume made me sick.

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