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"Vito," she whimpered.
"You're sore," I implored against her lips right before I plunged my tongue deep inside.
If I couldn't have my dick deep inside her tight pussy, then her mouth was going to have to do. Her sweet moans were echoed and tossed back by the walls in the bathroom. I was harder than a rock.
My hand drifted down to my cock but bumped into her hand as she reached for me at the same time. I groaned at the fact that she could read my mind and even though she was upset with me, she still wanted to bring me pleasure. I didn't deserve her, but I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I would have to be dead first.
Chapter 14
Eunji
After the quickie in the bathroom, Vito shut himself into his office. I wasn't quite sure what was wrong with him. After he took me on the counter, he looked stunned. Then he got a faraway look on his face, like he was thinking about something unpleasant. I had to catch my breath, but once I did, I was ready to interrogate him.
Before I got anything out, he was running away. He hightailed it to the bathroom to wash me off him. That pissed me off enough to needle him. Then he pulled out of his funk for only a split second. Now, he was back to brooding. Maybe it had something to do with the Russians. I hadn't told Vito, but I couldn't leave the compound without someone finding me and threatening me. Their threats were escalating as well. I was concerned for my safety. Not that living with the Sicilian mafia was safe at all, but out there alone was even worse. My phone pinged, which was odd because the last time I spoke to Rose, she wasn't up for conversation.
She didn't want to talk about the miscarriage. Nick said that she had been withdrawn and depressed. I was really thinking I needed to go up to New York and be with her, but what did I know about losing a child? I knew pain, though. I had suffered.
Maybe we could just be in pain together. Or we could beat the shit out of something or someone until the pain went away. Either way, my friend needed me to be there for her and I wasn't.
I fingered the healed scar on my face. Most people would cover up their scars, but not me. I wore that shit like a shield. It told the world I'd seen some shit, so fuck off. I looked at the message on my phone.
Unknown:You only have a week left. Bring the girls or die.
I didn't even have to think about it twice. It looked like I was dying because there was no way I would be giving the girls over to anyone—not their locations or them. I would not subjugate anyone to the abuse I had firsthand experience of. The Russians may not be the Sicilians, but they were cut from the same cloth. Women were nothing to them. If they were going to take me out, then so be it. But I was taking as many of them out as I could. I needed an arsenal and only had a week left to get it together.
Over the course of the day, I tried to get ahold of Rose, with no answer. Dejected, I moped my way to Vito's office but stopped when I heard my name.
"You have to get rid of her, respectfully," a soldier was saying to Vito.
I had a sense of déjà vu of earlier.
"You don't tell me what to do," Vito barked.
There was the soldier who was injured on the shoulder from earlier and some friends backing him. They wouldn't give up, I guessed.
"The men are starting to question your allegiances. Are you our Don or are you some slave to a scarred gook?" Vito's gun was out before I had time to react.
I rushed in. To do what, I had no idea, but I knew then that Vito had been pushed to the edge. He pulled the trigger before I could say anything. I was standing right behind the soldier and his blood splattered all over my face, inside my mouth that had been hanging open to tell Vito not to make any mistakes over someone like me. The other soldiers stepped away from the corpse as it fell onto my body. I was pinned down, blood soaking my shirt and getting into my eyes. I was almost certain I could get disease from this level of bodily fluids getting into my orifices. Not to mention the chunks. I think I swallowed some. A scream welled up in my throat and I started to cough and sputter. I couldn't get any air to my lungs. A dead body weighed so much. The very thought of this dead guy pinning me, forced the little bit of food I had in my stomach to come racing up my throat.
Since I couldn't squirm out from under him, my vomit splashed up and rained on me which only made me vomit more, which made me choke because I was swallowing quite a bit of it.
"Fucking hell," someone muttered.
The body was finally moved off me and I was pulled to a sitting position. It didn't stop me from gagging and retching. I couldn't see who was in front of me, but I was scooped up and carried away from the area.
"Little lotus, what were you doing eavesdropping?" I could hear Vito's deep voice above my head.
"I didn't mean to." I cringed away from him, not wanting to get anything on him.
It was already too late, but I had to try. I heard the shower running and then Vito sat me down on what I assumed was the toilet. My clothes were peeled off. My nipples hardened, but I couldn't help that.
Despite what my body was covered in, Vito was in front of me touching my body. I might not be able to see him—I was keeping my eyes shut even though I had gotten blood in them—but I could feel his spirit around me, his dangerous aura. I had a sense that I was in trouble.
"I thought my first punishment would stick. Now I can't let you leave, ever. You know what that means?" His tone was ominous.
I shook my head no. I already had an idea that I was never leaving Philadelphia or this compound unless it was a body bag.
"I'm going to marry you," he told me.
