Page 195 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“You can chain me up but you’ll never hold me down, dickhead!” She giggles as I clutch myself, staggering toward the open door, gasping for air.

Jesus Christ. She fucking played me and I let myself get sucked right into her twisted and sadistic game.

She may be gloating now after crippling my manhood.

But there’s no piece of ass on this planet hot enough to cripple my goddamn livelihood!

“You do realize that if you put me out of commission, you’ll still be handcuffed to that bed, right?” I gasp, doubled over. “No ability to move or escape?”

“It would be worth it just to see you suffer!” she shrieks. “I’d rather starve to death or lay in my own waste to see you crumbled on the floor like the weak, pathetic asshole you are! Oh, so powerful and scary,” she mocks in a voice dripping with disdain. “You couldn’t even get me here without sticking a needle in my arm! You knew I’d fight and that you’d lose!”

Her eyes blaze, her jaw so tight I think it might crack from clenching so hard. She’s right. I knew she’d fight. Like a fucking hellcat.

I just didn’t want to have to fight back.

I needed to keep my leverage intact.

The corners of my lips lift as I slowly rise to my feet. “Well, I’m not on the floor, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure the rest of your requests are granted. Enjoy your stay.”

I slam the door, my pulse throbbing against my neck as she flings out the harshest expletives that would even make a prisoner’s ears bleed.

I lean against the door and push back my hair. I have Jaelyn Torres on her back, which is exactly where I’d fantasized she’d be if I had my way.

But now that I have her, there’s the tiny little detail of what the hell to do with her. I didn’t think that part through very well.

Okay, not at all.

And what was my plan for work? How many damn meetings can I say I have that’ll keep me away from the hotel and out from Matteo’s thumb?

I need backup.

Someone to run interference.

I walk through the mess of construction and pull out my phone, as far away from the bedroom door as possible so she can’t hear the panic in my voice.

I’m reserving that for one person.

I stab Bruno’s number into my phone and he answers after a couple of rings.

“How’s Enrico?” I ask in a choked voice.

“Good. He just woke up a little while ago. I brought him some food.”

I nod. “Okay, glad to hear that.”

“How’d the meeting go?”

“It, ah, didn’t go as planned.”

Bruno snickers. “Did you shoot someone?”

“Not exactly.” More like shot someone up. “Where is everyone?”

“You mean where’s Matteo? I try to keep away from him, so I don’t really know. Don’t wanna know, either.”

“Bruno, I have a job for you to do.” I take a deep breath. “My meeting kinda went sideways and I’m going to be out for longer than I planned. I need you to cover for me.”

Another high-pitched shriek emerges from the bedroom and I squeeze my eyes shut.

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