Page 212 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

He grabs the phone from my hand, and I immediately fumble with the button on his jeans to free him…and myself.

“Torres, this is Sergio Villani.”

And then he must put the phone on speaker because I can hear the disgust in my brother’s voice.

“Villani,” he snarls. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Listen, here’s what you need to know,” he says as I give up all hope that the button is going to cooperate, and I just dig my hand into the front of his pants until I close my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. He bucks his hips as I stroke him, but his voice never wavers as he delivers his list of demands to Nate.

My God, I am a horrible sister and partner.

I should fight this with everything in me!

I shouldn’t let him take advantage of us like this!

I should…I should…I should….

Oh, fuck it.

What I should do ishim.

“I had a nice conversation with Jaelyn. She told me all about the bait and switch you had planned, and I told her I’m willing to make a little trade instead. I’ll take care of your headaches with the Becerra Cartel, and you sign over controlling interest in your nightclub circuit.

Even though my brain is fogged with lust, I pull my hand out of his pants and gasp. “What the fuck?”

“Jae, did you agree to that shit?” Nate demands. “And why the hell wasn’t I invited to this little meeting, huh?”

“Look, Nate, here’s the deal. I kidnapped your sister because I want your business and I needed to talk some sense into her. She told me about your past with the Becerra Cartel and I think the head of the cartel is a piece of shit who needs his goddamn head blown off. We came to an arrangement, and get this…we both fucking win. So now that you have the story, let’s save all the details for tomorrow because I’m about to fuck your sister. Trust me, if we can just move on and end this call, it’ll be good for everyone. I mean, better for me than you, for sure.” He snickers, winking at me.

Jesus Christ, I don’t even have words. I shake my head, my mouth falling open.

“Your takeaway from this is to leave shit alone with the cartel. I’ve got that covered.” Sergio smirks. “So what do you say? Breakfast? Ten o’clock at your place?” He licks his lips as he stares down at me, sweeping his other hand over my pussy and then licking his fingers.

My traitorous pussy clenches with need.

God, I hate her.

“You think you’re gonna come to my place tomorrow and leave it alive?” Nate roars. “You motherfucker! I will cut off your balls and shove them up your goddamn ass! Then I’ll stick my hand down your throat and pull them out of you again!”

“That’s an impressive visual. But it sounds unnecessarily violent. It might be something the cartel does to you when I give up your location to them. I don’t think you want to have that much heat on you, right? Those assholes have a pretty serious beef with you and your sister. Now, don’t worry about Jaelyn. She’ll need a lot of comforting if they kill you, Torres. But I’ll be there to take care of her, owning my controlling piece ofyourpussy pie. Either way, I get what I want.EverythingI want,” he hisses. “You need to make the call for yourself. What’s better? Me getting to fuck your sister six ways from Sunday and being your boss,oryou dead after being tortured in a pretty fucking excruciatingly painful way? Think about that and tell me your answer tomorrow.”

He stabs the end call button and tosses the phone onto the mattress.

“Are you insane?” I scream, pounding on his chest with my one free fist.

“Easy or I’ll cuff you again,” he says darkly.

“How could you tell my brother…I mean, how would you like to hear that kind of shit about your sister?” I say. “You’re a total sicko! And he’s going to kill you tomorrow for what you just did! You do realize that, right?”

Sergio crawls up the bed and unlocks the second cuff. My hand drops to the mattress like an anchor to the bottom of the ocean, it’s so damn heavy. I wiggle my fingers to get the blood flowing and the color slowly returns to the tips. I rub my wrists, rolling them out as I glare up at him. “So you’re the face of this family operation, huh? They put you in front of prospective partners and clients? Are they also completely and fucking deranged?” I roll my eyes. “Stupid question. Of course they are, because who else would sicyouon the underworld?”

His lips curl upward. “You think you’re insulting me, but it’s actually kind of a compliment. My job requires this, sweetheart. You don’t get anywhere in life by bending over and waiting for someone to shove their fist up your ass. You shove the fist, you have the control.”

“This exchange is really about a million steps beyond disturbing,” I mutter.

“I agree,” he says, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the dusty floor. Then he gets off the bed and shoves his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, kicking them off one foot at a time.

Gulp.

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