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Rafe
Ibarely made it to the other bathroom before my hand was delving into my pants. I locked the door and freed my aching hard-on. My face loomed in the mirror as I leaned over the sink, working my hand up and down my hard length.
Fuck, what devilry was this? What had Elena done to me? I’d never been as struck by another person. I’d never felt more turned on, in awe of, or obsessed with another human being as I did this woman. I wanted to touch her, protect her. I wanted to warn her away and keep her forever. I was fucked up over a woman I’d known for less than a day, and it was only going to get worse. She was thawing the jaded nothingness in my chest, and I was already addicted to her presence.
My hand moved quickly, working my shaft toward what promised to be a boot-quaking release. I closed my eyes, and the silky feel of Elena’s skin filled my mind, the vanilla scent of her naked body as I peeled down her stretchy clothes. The slight brush of her breast against the side of my hand had made my knees weak. I thought of her naked as I knelt before her, removing every inch of clothing from her supple dancer’s body.
I came hard. White jets of release streaked into the sink as I lingered on the memory of her hands clutching onto me, needing me. She was helpless and alone. She only had me.
And I intended to keep it that way.
* * *
Giacomo wasthe Luciano family doctor and, as such, was on call at all times. You never knew when you’d need medical attention for a gunshot or knife wound. He arrived along with his daughter as I washed the coffee machine. It was imported from Italy, and it was my baby.
“Buon giorno, Raffaelle,” Giacomo said, bustling in with his daughter at his side.
Nicoletta was studying to be a nurse and would eventually take over the role of family doctor if her father had any say in it.
“Morning. Elena is awake and waiting in bed. I’d like her injury tended to and a care plan to recover full use of her ankle. She needs to be able to dance again.” I was only repeating what I’d told Giacomo last night. I found that gradually piling the pressure onto someone was a useful tool to keep them focused.
Giacomo nodded and spoke to Nicoletta in Italian before turning back to me.“Are you staying for the exam?”
“No, I have to go out. A job that ran late. Stay here with Elena until I come back. Don’t leave her alone here.” I picked up the slim bag I carried for wet work.
Giacomo eyed it. The bag was infamous in family circles. He nodded quickly.“Certo. And if she wants to leave?”
I opened the door onto the quiet hall beyond. There were two men standing guard outside. My father employed round-the-clock security for all his sons, whether against other mafia families or the police without search warrants.
“Then stop her,” I said flatly, giving him a grin that made his shoulders tense. “Or else.”
Last night might have gone slightlyawry, but that didn’t mean Hugh James was being released from his debt. In fact, his punishment had doubled since I now knew he’d been bothering Elena with his unwanted attention. I was going to make sure that Hugh James never hurt another woman again. I hoped his wife was done having kids because soon, her sack of shit husband wouldn’t be able to.
I caught him as he was leaving the office on his lunch break. I’d already worked out his routine a few days before. He was terrifyingly predictable, and I was as meticulous and detail-orientated about the wet work I did for the Luciano family as I was about my day job.
Hugh left his office and headed downstairs to the underground parking garage where he kept his penis-replacement sports car. He got in and quickly locked the doors. Hugh seemed a bit on edge, but not enough to avoid a quiet secluded place where he could snort some blow on his lunch break. It was good to be prudent, but it didn’t matter. I was already inside the car.
While he was rolling and sucking his lines right up his fat nose. I leaned forward and slipped the garrote over his head.
