Page 16 of The Sicilian Heir
He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me upright abruptly. I barely felt his hand as I watched him fight himself for control. His breathing was ragged, and his nostrils flared. I watched the veins in his neck bulge, throbbing like his cock was in his pants. What I wouldn't give to just get on my knees and worship him.
"Get dressed and get out. Don't get caught eavesdropping again, little lotus. I won't be so forgiving next time," he warned.
I scrambled to put my clothes back on, hissing when the cotton rubbed against my bruised ass. It dawned on me, that was the secondary punishment. He could have let me walk out of here bare assed, but demanding me to wear my clothes left me with the reminder of my punishment.
I left his office and headed up to Rose's room. I needed to check on her and make sure she was doing all right. I knocked gently on her door, with no answer. I knocked harder and no sounds came out of her room.
I knew Nick was off on business, so I just walked in. Rose wasn't in her bed. Confused, I was about to leave when I heard a rustling sound from the bathroom. I walked in and found Rose in her nightgown, lying on the floor.
"Rose!" I exclaimed, rushing over to her.
Her skin was ice cold and her lips tinged blue. I lifted her up and rushed over to the bed. Thank goodness I lift twice my body weight in the gym, otherwise I'd be shit out of luck. I wrapped the blankets around her body as her teeth started chattering.
"Come on. Warm up please, Rose." I ran my hands up and down her blanket-covered shoulders.
After a while, her color got better. Her lips weren't blue anymore and there was an undertone of pinkness to her skin. I exhaled a sigh of relief.
"How long were you on the floor, Rose?" She looked so tired. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them and her lips were chapped.
"I-I don't r-remember," she stuttered.
I tried not to let concern show on my face for her. Clearly, she was having a rough time, and who could blame her? She'd just lost her baby. The famiglia was basically at war. This was a rough time for everyone involved, but more so Rose because she was a defacto leader with Nick, for New York. No one knew how long it would take for his father to recover, if he ever did recover from the loss of his wife. The Russians were hitting hard, waiting for signs of weakness and then showing their hand.
"You're okay. Just lie back and try to get some rest. Have you eaten?" She shook her head no.
I tucked her in and ran down to the kitchen. There were no staff in the kitchen, so I just took over. I made scrambled eggs and bacon with a side of fruit. I wasn't certain if Rose would be able to keep the food down, but when I was feeling low, I felt better after breakfast, no matter what time of day it was. It wouldn't help her grief, but it would help her feel stronger.
I grabbed orange juice and a cup. If she was still losing blood, she would need to replenish her supply. I also grabbed a sweet snack for her. Fresh baked cookies were sitting in a jar on the counter and I swiped about a dozen. I rushed back to Rose's room, hoping I hadn't been gone for too long. She was lying in the same position I had left her in, much to my relief and sorrow. I wanted her to pull herself out of bed, but I also knew she was probably feeling really depressed.
"I brought food," I sang in my terribly shrill voice.
Rose slowly pushed herself up and I placed the tray in her lap. She grunted and slowly brought the food to her lips. "Thanks," she said as she gulped down the juice. She was eating so fast, I was worried that she might get sick.
"Slow down; it's not going anywhere," I chided.
She slowed her hand and chewed a little more cautiously. Satisfied, I started cleaning up the room. I'm sure there were maids or staff who took care of this, but I also knew that if I was in Rose's position, I wouldn't want anyone in my space, staring at me, judging me, giving me unsolicited advice.
"Thank you for everything," she hiccupped.
I approached slowly and patted her on the back, rubbing circles as well, trying to soothe her as best I could. "It wasn't your fault. If anything, blame the fucking Russians," I harshly stated.
It was true. If they hadn't been putting stress on Rose, she probably would've had a viable and healthy baby. But with all the shoot-outs and deaths, there was no way that kind of stress didn't affect her pregnancy. I just wished it hadn't cost one more life.
Rose would've made a great mother. Sure, she could be a prima donna sometimes, but I remembered her telling me what her parents were like when she was growing up and that she wanted to be different than they had been. If she had a differently abled child, she would treat him or her with all the love that she didn't receive. She would cherish her child and make him or her feel safe. That was the type of person in the world who deserved to bring kids in. I inwardly mourned her loss. I wouldn't take away from her sorrow. I wouldn't tell her that she could have more kids. Nothing could replace the loss. No words. No drug. Nothing.
I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I lay down on Rose's bed after moving her tray and held her while she cried. I held her until Nick came back and was able to take over for me. I was the big spoon, so she didn't see the silent tears rolling down my cheeks.
Chapter 10
Vito
Iglared down at the spot on my desk where Eunji had her hands balled up during her spanking. Luciano was giving me his report, but I wasn't paying any attention. As he droned on, I imagined Eunji still here in my office, panting under my ministrations. After her spanking, I could have lifted one leg onto the desk and slid my cock deep inside her to the hilt. Then I could have fucked the sass right out of her. Moaning and writhing beneath me, I would've pulled apart her cheeks so I could stick my thumb in her asshole. I'm sure she would have screamed underneath me, her cries growing to a loud crescendo until she crested over her peak and milked my dick.
"Are you even listening to me,fratello?"
I shook my baser thoughts of destroying my little lotus' cervix out of my mind and focused on what was being said. "What did you say?" I tried to focus on what exactly Luciano was talking to me about. It was a hard feat. I just wanted Eunji back in my office, bent over, and taking my cock.
"The Russians have been making allies. Word on the street is that they have created alliances with the Yakuza and an up-and-coming Italian Mafia running out of southwest Philadelphia." Luciano stretched his long legs out as I groaned in frustration.
