Page 25 of Caruso
Giorgio pretends to gag, and Tommaso shrugs. “Why is that our concern?”
“You’ll see why.”
I smirk as Giorgio backs me up.
“She is an interesting one for sure. I heard she snapped a guest’s neck in two for trying to rape her. Impressive.”
Tommaso shrugs. “So, call the cops.”
I exchange a glance with Giorgio, who laughs out loud.
“Call them after you’ve met her.”
I sip my coffee.
“I have employed her.”
“As an assassin, I hope.”
Giorgio’s eyes light up with interest. “I could train her in every trick I know, well, almost all of them. I like to keep some things back.”
“If you like.” I shrug, already accepting that he is the best person for that role.
I flick my gaze to Tommaso. “She will require nerves of steel, cool detachment and the ability to shed her compassion. That will be your involvement.”
“I am no babysitter.” He sighs, his gaze loaded with irritation. “What is your role?”
Now I have their attention.
“You want to fuck her, then deal with it. Why thejob offer?”
Tommaso believes I have lost my mind, and Giorgio says nothing but smirks between us.
Taylor chooses that exact moment to walk into the room, and the conversation stops as we stare at a sight that hits me directly in the balls.
Her hair is washed and slicked back away from her face as she hasn’t dried it. With no makeup on, she appears younger, more vulnerable and innocent. It’s as if an angel fell from heaven into our lair. Her eyes are wide and yet filled with cool detachment, masking her emotions as if she doesn’t have any.
But it’s the catsuit that commands our collective attention because, fuck me, this woman is a goddess.
The black silk fabric appears to be living and breathing on her skin. Moving with her, caressing her curves as she sways into the room on the tallest heels. I momentarily remember that she hates and detests heels, and from the anger flaring in her eyes as they connect with mine, it’s obvious she’s hating every second of this. I get a sadistic thrill from that and remark, “You will learn to walk in heels as if they are the most comfortable things for your feet.”
Her eyes flash with anger, causing Giorgio to chuckle.
I swerve my gaze to my other brother, who is staring at Taylor in astonishment. I enjoy watching the usually unfazed one of us who fucks women and leaves them just as fast. He is never struck speechless by any of them, but as Taylor walks into the room, it’s as if she commands us all, and she is the first woman who has that power.
She demonstrates no fear, merely anger, and my balls throb, and my cock swells to painful levels as I imagine educating this woman in the sins of the flesh. Sins being the operative word because when I have finished with her, she won’t be able to walk in any shoes, let alone the six-inch ones I will insist on from now on.
“It’s time.” I offer no introductions and no instructions as I point to the door. Tommaso and Giorgio lead the way, and as I walk beside Taylor, she whispers, “Where are we going?”
“To get your things.”
“From my apartment?”
“No, baby girl. From your childhood home.”
Rather than pull back in fear, a strange smile lights her face, and a wicked gleam enters her eyes, and my interest increases for this woman.
“My stepfather?”
