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I growled at her, but released her hair and rolled off the bed. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I went over and leaned against the door. My heart was beating a fast rhythm in my chest. I watched her as she tried to pull herself together. She was panting and her pupils were dilated.
She wanted me, I knew it, she knew it, but still she fought me. It was both frustrating and arousing at the same time. I let a slow grin form on my face. It grew bigger when she glared at me. “I can’t wait to break you.”
Her jaw dropped, but I left the room before she could respond. Something crashed and shattered against the now closed door. Pietro’s eyes were wide as he looked between me and it. I wondered if she threw the lamp or the tray of food.
“Get someone in there to clean that up.”
“Yes, Boss.”
If I couldn’t slake my desires buried in Havoc’s body, I’d have to find another way to release this tension. I headed out to a room at the very back of my home. No one ever wanted to visit that room.
I flicked the light on as I entered, and found Paolo still tied to the chair we’d had him in earlier that morning. It smelled like piss in here. It didn’t matter. This space was nothing but concrete. The walls, the floors, all made for easy clean up. Twice a year my men coated it in a sealer to make sure the various fluids wouldn’t seep into the porous material.
Paolo’s chair sat above a drain in the floor and below the single bulb hanging from the ceiling. He whimpered when I came closer.
“Tell me Paolo. How do you know my woman?”
His throat convulsed as he tried to swallow. “I-”
“Paolo,” I warned, “now would be a very bad time to lie to me.”
“She…she came to me needing information and a new identity,” he whispered, eyes trained on the floor at my feet.
“Why wouldn’t you just tell me that to begin with?” I asked with mild curiosity.
His gaze met mine at my question. “I don’t know.” He sounded pained, as though he didn’t understand his motivations himself. “I felt sorry for her,” he admitted. “She lost everything and looked so…” He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what you would do to her.”
That was interesting. Men like Paolo and myself didn’t typically make connections with people. Him, because he was willing to sell his own mother to the highest bidder. Me, because I didn’t trust people—ever. Yet, Havoc had somehow managed to reach a place in both of us that shouldn’t exist any longer—our hearts.
“You showed her great loyalty, Paolo.”
He grimaced. If something like that got around on the streets it would ruin him. It would also put a target on Havoc’s back since anyone looking for him would try and find her. Luckily for them both, they wouldn’t need to worry about that now.
I walked over to a table and picked up a knife. His eyes got wider the closer I got to him. I circled behind him and paused to watch a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck. I had to give it to him, even though he was terrified he wasn’t begging or crying. My respect for the man grew.
I cut the ropes Luca used to tie him to the chair. Paolo’s head whipped around and he eyed me with suspicion and amazement.
“Here’s how this is going to go, Paolo.” I moved back in front of him and used the knife to tip his chin up. The fact that the end of it was resting against his throat was just a bonus and would make sure that he was paying attention. “You work for me now.” His eyes widened, but he remained silent. He’d do well here. “No more selling information on the street. If you give anything away about me or my operation, I’ll kill you.”
He lightly shook his head, heedful of the point of the knife digging into his skin. “No, Don Romano. I would never sell information about you, even before this.”
“Good.” I removed my blade and set it on the table. After texting Luca, I watched my newest made man closely.
Paolo squirmed in his chair. “Sir, if I may ask…”
I arched a brow at him, indicating for him to speak.
“What is it I’ll be doing for you?”
“Mostly, what you’re good at. You’ll be keeping an ear to the ground and gathering intel for me.” Luca came into the room and waited. “Oh, and a little bit of babysitting.”
“Babysitting,” he sputtered in confusion. “I don’t understand,” he muttered, but I was already walking out the door.
Luca followed me into the hall.
“Get him set up with a room and anything else he’ll need. Tell him to report here tomorrow at eight a.m.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
