Page 21 of Mafia Darling

I hated Enzo for that. But Fausto and I were not a team. This was not a partnership. There was no equality here, and I wouldn’t pretend otherwise. “Since when are you taking my wishes into consideration?”

The smile fell from his face. “Do not worry. I will see that he suffers greatly for everything he has done to you.”

Without another word, he walked out of the room, his heavy boots thudding on the carpet. When the door closed behind him, I put a hand to my chest, my heart racing. Would I ever be immune to him? This was unbearable, sitting here with tight nipples and a throbbing between my legs. Well, screw Fausto. I didn’t need him to take care of this, not anymore. I didn’t need any man ever again.

Without thinking, I slid my fingers under the blanket, into my shorts and panties to find my swollen clit. Oh, God. That felt so good. Better than I remembered. Thank you, pregnancy hormones.

My other hand cupped a heavy breast as my fingers worked between my legs. Sparks shimmered in my veins, a weightlessness that carried my brain off to the place where only pleasure remained. I was drowning in lust, my sex drive back with a vengeance. It wouldn’t take long to come, not with Fausto’s words in my ears and his scent in my nose. It was like sensory overload.

The door suddenly flew open—and I jerked my hand out of my panties and off my chest. Shit!

Of course it was Fausto. He blinked at me, surprised, but only for a split second. Then he relaxed and gave a soft chuckle. Ugh. I filled my tone with all the venom I could muster. “What is it?”

“I forgot my mobile,” he said and pointed to where his phone rested on the dresser.

I said nothing, my skin burning in humiliation and anger at myself. I should’ve waited a few more minutes before trying to ease this ache. Worse, I shouldn’t be attracted to him.

Standing, I made my way to his bathroom, ready to shower and put this entire experience behind me.

As I locked the door, I heard him call out, “The shower head is removable and has both a high and low setting.”

I gave the finger to the closed door.

* * *

Fausto

I descended the dungeon steps, a familiar calmness washing over me as I went below ground. Perhaps it was more like detachment rather than calm, but I relished it all the same. Down here, there was no need to hold back. Instead of fighting the demons of my past, I could let them rise up and take over.

Enzo D’Agostino was about to witness that transformation first hand.

I was almost ten years older than Enzo. He hadn’t seen me at my worst, when they started calling me il Diavolo. He would learn, though, starting tonight.

Marco, Giulio, and several guards were leaning against the stone. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, Giulio watched me carefully, his face tired and gaunt. When had he started smoking? I didn’t like it. Addictions made men weak.

I couldn’t stop to mother him now, however. Besides, I’d already asked him to give up enough. Perhaps I should ignore the cigarettes. A tentative truce had been called between us while planning to retrieve Francesca, and I hated to see that broken.

Looking at Marco, I asked, “Any problems?”

“None. The men at the beach house were dealt with and the family returned home. They were scared out of their minds, but seemed all right.”

“If we need them again, we know where to find them. Sicilians leave?”

“They could hardly wait. I offered to get them rooms tonight, but they declined. How is she? Forgive you yet?”

I thought of her, one hand down her panties, the other squeezing her tit. Dio, that sight. My dick twitched just picturing it. One thing for certain, Francesca’s anger would not last much longer. Soon I would coax her back into riding my cock. “David says she’s fine. Enzo give you any trouble?”

“He’s been quiet. I don’t think he’s grasped the severity of the situation yet.”

“Good. I like to be the bearer of bad news.” I continued toward the last cell, the largest, where Enzo was strapped to a chair.

Grinning, I pulled over another chair and sat facing him. They hadn’t gagged him yet. That would come later, when we tired of his screams. “Welcome to my home, D’Agostino. A shame you’ll only ever see this one part.”

“La Provencia won’t let you get away with this. Whatever you think you are going to do to me, it’s a bad idea.”

I shook my head. “Your computer schemes don’t bring in a fraction of what I do. I control the ’Ndrangheta’s money, Enzo. And when you control the money, you control the people dependent on it. No one will dare say a word to me about this, because if they do I will burn it all down.”

“The puttanella means that much to you?”

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