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“Fuck me? That’s the answer you want to give me?” I raise an eyebrow and watch as she cups her bound hands over her sex. “How about—Yes, Master. I think I’d like the sound of that better.”
I snap my fingers for her to give me her wrists. When she hesitates, I hold out the key to her handcuffs. She slowly starts to hold her hands toward me, clearly wary of my intentions. With good reason.
“Say it,” I command.
“Say what?”
“Say that you belong to me. In fact, if you say it with just enough honesty, I will allow you to cum one more time before I leave.”
Her eyes narrow but I can see that she’s debating. “I belong to you…master,” she grinds out through her teeth and thrusts her hands at me insistently.
I close the key in my hand. “Hm, I think you can do better than that. Perhaps when I come back you will be ready to try again.”
“What? You can’t just leave me here!”
“Ah, but I can do whatever with something I own, can’t I? Isn’t that what you are? Be a good girl and behave until I get back.”
We both know she has no intention of behaving whatsoever, and I look forward to seeing what she’s going to try and do in my absence. I wonder if she will even get past the bedroom door with her hands bound.
With that, I turn my back on her and lock her in the bedroom.
* * *
I sneak in through the back door of my own home. I need to collect myself before getting back to business. I’ll only let them know I’m back once I’ve showered and changed.
I probably look like a mess. My clothes are all disheveled and wrinkled. My jacket was left at the lookout, and my hair has been styled by Helena in the throes of her lust. I don’t want Henry to see me like this.
I’m sure he is off somewhere either talking to his new friend or doing homework, and I don’t want to interrupt him. Instead, I head off to the wing of the house that I have had fitted to comfortably house my father. Given his failing health, he needs nearly around-the-clock care. Hospice nurses were very hard to find in such a small town, which was why I had to start my takeover and renovations with the hospital.
Since then, I have been fortunate enough to find Mattie, who is the only girl that has managed to tolerate my father and all of his eccentricities for more than a month—no matter how well I pay.
Joshua Colombo was never a kind man. It has nothing to do with his lifestyle or running such a powerful Mafia family. There’s simply something broken in his soul. I have speculated many times as to the nature of my conception. I’ve never met my mother, so I have to think she didn’t choose to be with my father.
Regardless, he was never particularly fond of me. I believe he tolerated me only because I was the firstborn and only son. Growing up, there were many times when I felt my sister was better off than I was because the expectations that were placed on me were never placed on her. She was almost completely ignored. When Helena told me about her mother, I realized how crippling parental expectations can be.
Joshua probably never thought I'd grow up to be a worthy torchbearer. When he threw away the family legacy, it appeared that he did so in part for my benefit as well. I felt like I deserved to see it all burn because I was such a disappointment to him.
I'm not sure why I bother keeping the old bastard alive. Our men are devoted to me rather than to him. I could end the sorry bugger's life and not worry about it. Perhaps I only keep him alive for Henry's sake... not that Henry needs to know him.
I knock on the door to his bedroom and am instantly met with the powerful scent of eucalyptus and lavender oils. The beeping of his monitors is steady, and he appears to be sleeping. His eyes roll under the thin skin of his eyelids rapidly, and his mouth is set in a permanent frown.
“Evening, Mr. Colombo,” Mattie says and quickly drops the magazine that she had been reading aside. She had been sitting with her crocks propped up on a side table eating from a large bag of chips. I greet her with a smile.
“No need to get up on my account, Mattie. As you were.” Maybe if it were a more professional setting I would mind, but as Joshua is asleep, I don’t see the harm. Besides, I’m in a terrific mood right now. “Just checking to see if there were any changes.”
She shakes her head and doesn’t sit back down; she won’t until I leave the room. “No, sir. All of his levels are holding steady. I got him to eat some soup this evening without him spitting it out all over the place, which I’m going to consider progress. Not that I think his dementia has the possibility of turning him into a good person, anyway. Nothing could do that.”
She warned me in her interview that she was a littletoohonest. When it came to my father, that was really the only way we were ever going to get anywhere with him.
“Good. Well, let me know if there are any other changes.”
“Of course, Mr. Colombo. I’ll be here.”
I nod and leave the room slowly. I pull my phone from my pocket with the intention of checking the cameras in Helena’s bedroom to see what she’s up to, but I almost walk into one of my security guards in the process.
“Alan! Always moving so silently.”
“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to inform you that Michael has just arrived. He’s pulling his car into the basement garage as we speak, sir.”
