Page 9 of His Vicious Desire

Oh fuck.

“Exactly.Better that than me making her pay for her disrespect to you.And why did that happen?Because she was drunk.Stupid shit happens when you get drunk.The kind of shit that leaves us bare to the public.Do you not understand that?”I’ve never seen Sandro this angry.

And it wasn’t fair.I wasn’t the one who fucked up.“Megan came drunk.I didn’t even know she was coming.Kitty called her after the purses?—”

“There are no excuses.None.You are responsible for the company you keep.I’ve told you this before.Make better choices.”Without another word, he’s gone.

Sighing, I throw myself on the bed.I swear to god.Fucking Gaetano.He didn’t have to go that far.What a ginormous dick.Sandro would owe him for putting up withme?He’d be lucky if I allowed him to breathe the same air as me.

Gaetano

My front door opens without warning, yanking me out of restless sleep.Sonofabitch.“What the fuck are you doing just coming in?Give me your fucking key.Your privileges are cut the fuck off.”

The little fucker laughs.“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?You told me to sleep over tonight on that torture device you call a mattress in the guest bedroom so I could be up at the butt crack of dawn to take the guns to Reno.Since your SUV wasn’t in the driveway, I assumed you were dealing with business.”

Shit.“What time is it?”I grab my phone to confirm the clock on the wall is actually p.m.instead of the a.m.I thought it was, and his contrarian ass had chosen to sleep at his place rather than the rock-hard mattress I have in the guest bedroom.Not again.

“Big brother hitting another stretch of insomnia.Or have you been leaning on the gummies too much?”

“Fuck you.I’m not getting sleep because I’m not leaning on the gummies.The last fucking thing I want is to be high when Sandro needs me.”And I’m pissed because this means I’ll have to if I want to sleep.

Dario shakes his head.“What’s stressing you out?”

“Nothing.My SUV is in the garage because I didn’t feel like unloading the guns into the garage.Like I have to explain myself to you.”Dario runs the brothel for the Outfit, which is about an hour and a half out of Vegas.

Everyone hated running the guns to Reno.Which is why it’s something everyone has to take a turn doing so not one person does it more than another.

Rolling his eyes at me, he goes into my kitchen and opens the refrigerator.“What the hell?”He practically slams the door of the fridge.“It’s empty, Gaetano.”

I close my eyes to shut him out.It’s that or hit him.“I’ve been busy.”

“Gaetano, your fridge is never empty.There’s only condiments and some damn butter.How busy have you been?”

My fridge is never empty because growing up, after our mom died, it was empty unless I filled it.I was the one going to the grocery store, using the money I stole from my dad’s wallet and his car that I was too damn young to drive legally to get good for my brothers.None of that mattered to me.I had two little brothers who needed to eat.

I’m refusing to open my eyes because my little brother knows me well.He’ll see the hunger gnawing at my fucking gut that food won’t sate.If I look into his eyes, then I’ll admit I’ve been stalking a teenage girl like some damn creep for the last month.That I couldn’t go a fucking week before I was climbing the walls with the need to know her every movement.That I killed a man to keep him away from her.The guy had some charges against him for domestic violence.I saw a chance to make him disappear, and I took it before he put his hands on Bianca the way he did other women.

I couldn’t complain to Dario that it wasn’t easy watching her because I couldn’t get access to her location the way I wanted.Yes, she has a tracking device in her right molar, the same as everyone in the Outfit here in Vegas.It was a declaration by Luca, a safety thing to keep track of our men.

A record was kept of who gained access to someone's location.Damn, Valdez, the guy over the security company that supplied them and had them put in us, thought it was as important as Luca having the location.Luca went over it daily.

So, I could only go by the tracker on her SUV.If it moved, I got a notification, and if I was free, my ass was following her.I’m both pissed and grateful she moved into her dorm two weeks ago.Grateful because I could sneak in and install cameras to watch her.Pissed because she spent all her time in the rec area and not in her room where I could watch her.There’s no way in hell someone like me could be see-through on a college campus.I managed to get into her room by wearing a coverall and pretending to be from maintenance.

Dario would never let me live it down if he knew how low I’ve sunk into this need for a barely eighteen-year-old girl.The need to see her, to touch her…

“Gaetano, what the hell is going on?Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice sends my eyes open.No, as much of a pain in the ass as he can be—he’s the little brother, and I’ll never let him worry about me.

“I’m fine.Just busy trying to learn the new program for billing.And how the hell to make it look like it isn’t the money laundering thing it is.How about you go get us some food?Now that you’re mentioning food, I’m hungry.”

His eyes clear, and he nods.“Sounds good.I’m starving.What sounds good?”

After some back and forth, we settle on a favorite restaurant of ours.

Before he leaves, he shakes his head.“While I’m gone, make an appointment with Stella.Maybe if you got some, you wouldn’t be even more of a grouchy motherfucker than you usually are.”

I sigh.That’s what it is—I haven’t had sex in almost three months.My preference is for my hand, but I’m still above average if need hits me more than once a week.Stella—real name Sara—is a working woman at the brothel the Outfit controls and Dario runs.She’s the only woman I see because she’s the only one who accepts my guidelines of no touching and usually from behind.For the last four years, Stella has been my exclusive fuck.

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