My panicked breathing brought me to my knees. I rushed to get dressed and ran out of the room. I didn't stop to check on Vito or anything else. I just grabbed a pair of keys hanging in the entryway and took off.
It was still early, and my tail was following me. I took him on a chase while I tried to figure out a way out of my predicament. Maybe I wasn't trustworthy, like all the soldiers tried to tell Vito. I wondered if I told Vito if he could've done something. The bratva was tearing me apart. I couldn't give them what they wanted. I couldn't get away. They were going to kill me. I felt it as deeply as I'd felt Vito's cock last night. I was going to die. The question I needed to ask myself was if I was going to die a weak, simpering bitch or if I was going to stand tall and take down as many motherfuckers as I could? I pulled into Gio's with my butterfly knife and a really shitty plan formulating in my mind.
Chapter 17
Vito
Iwoke up in bed alone. My body was relaxed, and I smiled thinking about Eunji, my little lotus. She was perfect for me. A real woman who could take everything I could give to her. I reached beside me, ready for another round, to find the sheets cool to the touch and empty. My little lotus wasn't snuggled up against me.
Where was she? I got up for the day and hopped into the shower. She was probably eating breakfast. For someone who was so tiny, she sure could pack away a lot of food. Eating with her was something I didn't have a ton of time to do, but it was a religious experience. She moaned and groaned on every bite. It made having a chef on staff worth it. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I grabbed another and headed into the bedroom, drying as I went.
The bedroom door flung open and Nick rushed in, panting. "Eunji isn't on the property and we have reason to believe the Russians are making a move on her," he gasped.
Old man was getting way out of shape now that he was married.
"What about her tail?" I threw on clothes as quickly as possible. We were going to have to move fast and track her down.
"He lost her, but I called Luciano—"
I cut him off. "We can't pull him from what he's doing," I barked.
Nick nodded. "I know. He put a tracker in her shoes and on her phone. He sent me the location and she's at Gio's."
I grabbed a few guns and geared up, thankful that Nick had already searched for her so we knew where we were going. "We should grab a few foot soldiers. We are going to go in hot," I ordered.
Nick was already barking out orders on his phone. "We gotta move. I called ahead and she's not alone. Looks Russian, but not the big boss."
I flat out ran to the car, fear clawing at my throat. I wouldn't lose Eunji to the Russians. Fuck that. We arrived at Gio's faster than normal. I'm almost certain Nick broke over a dozen traffic laws, getting us there at breakneck speed. He pulled up and jumped the curb in his haste.
We rushed into the restaurant. I directed three soldiers to the back entrance. The waitress was already hiding. The employees were all in the safe room. When we invested in this restaurant, we chose to protect the employees to the best of our abilities. If we tried, we didn't have to worry about any of them narcing on us. Snitches still get stitches on the streets. We headed back to the more private booths but stopped partway when we saw Eunji headed in our direction.
A young Russian male had his hand griping her arms and she was covering a wince. I pulled my gun while he pulled his.
He held his to her head. "Don't move or I shoot," he said, his accent thick and deep.
If I weren't so concerned about the gun he had to my woman's head, I wouldn't have been able to understand him at all. "Let her the fuck go and I'll kill you quick," I warned.
The foot soldiers were coming in from behind. Nick and I had both our weapons drawn and refused to put them down. Thebruto figlio di puttanamoved his meaty hand off Eunji's arm and gripped her throat, pulling her against his sweaty body.
I bit back a savage growl, ready to shoot him in the head and get it over with. He bared his crooked, yellow teeth at me in response. I flicked my gaze at Eunji for a brief second.
This bratva soldier took his beady eyes off me and put them on my woman, who was already moving. Eunji had her knife in her hand and stuck it into his. How she didn't stab herself, I'll never know.
He roared and backhanded her, the force of which pushed her into the table behind her, getting her out of the way.
I rushed him. I wanted him alive. I took him down and hit him in the face until his blood was leaking out of every hole in his head. When his body went still, I snapped my fingers and pointed downward, letting the soldiers who'd stayed behind him know he needed to be taken back to the compound. It took two out of three of them to haul his sorry ass up and out of the restaurant.
As soon as he was out of sight, I turned to Eunji. "Come with me," I commanded and led her outside to the waiting car.
As we pulled off, I moved farther away from her, letting silence fall between us. I was trying to calm down before I even tried to interrogate her.
Eunji was squirming in her seat. I locked eyes with Nick, and he nodded his head in understanding. The partition between the backseat and front rose. I let the anticipation grow between us. Eunji was already breathing heavily, but this was not going to be pleasant.
"Pull down your pants and bend over as much as you can."
I didn't put her over my lap because I wasn't sure if I would be able to control myself. I made her punishment quick and didn't speak throughout the entirety of it. I wasn't done punishing her and as I expected, she didn't shed a single tear. But she would.
We pulled into the compound and got out of the car. Nick waited for me to make my move. Eunji started walking to the front door, but I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder. She didn't make a peep. I think on some level, she knew she was in a shit ton of trouble. We headed back to the warehouse on the farthest left side of the property. I didn't want to drive over because I needed the walk to calm myself.