Page 44 of Unruly Protector
And reassurance was all it was since she has a good aim and skills.Not to mention the thrive of motivation since she knows the background story of this fucker.He’s involved with the death of Mattia but also tortured Ivy.This whole thing became very personal for Rina and she’s mentioned a few times how she hates herself for what happened in the bathroom when Daniel walked in.
Wet hands, no straight aim, all the excuses she hates that are wrapped with guilt are invalid.Shootings are messy.Killing is messy.Moving objects are very different from target practice and even if you have all the skills and insight there are still a lot of angles you can’t foresee.Like right now there are a lot of fucking angles.But my confidence is back with the mere squeeze of Rina’s hand.Full fucking focus for what’s to come.
Dustin’s eyes lock on mine and a predatory grin slides in place.His eyes dart to Rina and the fucker licks his bottom lip before he says, “I knew dinner would be tasteful, but damn, you really brought some nice dessert for me, did you now?Hmmm, mmm.Sexy piece of ass you brought me, Clemente.If this is a peace offering, I’m all for spreading the...well, obviously not the peace, more like spreading her legs.”
The taunt is meant to make me irrational.Where I’ve been on edge ever since Rina suggested to come along, I’m now utterly calm and collected.
“Dustin Soren.I thought it was time to meet face to face and clear up a few misunderstandings.”Which will end with your head ripped from your torso and bouncing on the floor, I mentally add.
His mood shifts with satisfaction and a hint of surprise, making the fucker eagerly grab a chair to shove it back and take a place across from me.
“Dustin, we were going to—” Fredo’s daughter starts to whine, but Dustin cuts her off.
“Sit, Sofia.”He doesn’t so much as spare her a glance.
She ungracefully shoves a chair back and drops down.
“Not here, move your ass to the other table,” Dustin snaps.
Sofia glares at him, ignores his comment and stays right where she is.
Fredo waves a waitress over.“Why don’t we all get a few drinks.”
“No, thank you,” Rina politely refuses.“I’m suddenly not as eager to consume anything.”
“Now, now, babe.That eager to get out of here with me?We could make it easy for everyone if you get your tight ass on this table to spread your legs and let me feast on your cunt, maybe I’ll be nice enough to give you an orgasm before I get myself off in front of your husband.”
Fire flames hot through my veins with the need to kill this fucker right here, right now.
Rina’s laughter is like a rush of cold water diminishing the fury.“You’re insane to think a rapist has any appeal for a woman.Besides, there’s no other man who can even so much as stand in the shadow of my Clemente.Especially not a maggot who crawls at the bottom of the food chain.”
“My boyfriend isn’t a rapist,” Sofia sneers.
Rina’s face softens.“A few years ago, he tortured, defiled, and almost killed Ivy, Daniel’ girlfriend at the time.They had a dispute.Your so-called boyfriend here, who is really your kidnapper instead of a boyfriend, raped Ivy to get even and left her beaten and scarred.He even told her he’d be back again.He’s been arrested for it, he served time too, everything is in black and white.Wake up from your Stockholm syndrome, Sofia.He’s neither your boyfriend or boyfriend material.He’s a kidnapper, a rapist, and has his fair share of blood on his hands.”
“And what’s the difference with your husband, babe?”Dustin questions, his voice husky and not denying anything Rina is saying.
Rina pins him with a deadly glare.“Clemente isn’t a rapist,” she snaps.“Call me babe again and I will kill you before anyone else has the pleasure.”
“Big words for a petite, little cunt.”His condescending tone is meant to rile her up and before I can interfere, her hand flashes out and the tiny knife she had stashed in her purse is now pinning Dustin’s hand in place.
“Petite means little, asshole.And calling me a cunt is more than being disrespectful.”Rina’s hand disappears underneath the table again and I’m sure she’s now palming the gun she has stashed in her purse.“Sofia, please.This isn’t where you should be in this point in your life.Listen to me, take your mother and head into the kitchen.”
A quick scan around the room makes me aware of the three guns aimed right at us.Dustin’s men.Six of them but only three are palming their weapons.Pretty damn sure of themselves.And even if we’re outnumbered, I’m still liking the plan Rina suggested because our three guys have them cornered without anyone realizing it.Underneath the table they are kept at gunpoint.And knowing our guys won’t so much as blink or underestimate a situation gives us an advantage.
“Fucking cunt,” Dustin snaps and pulls the knife from his hand to unpin it from the table.
Sofia slowly stands to follow Rina’s instructions but Dustin flicks the back of his hand against her cheeks so fast and hard she falls back into her chair the next instant.I quickly place my hand on Rina’s arm, making sure she doesn’t pull the trigger.This shit is as fragile as walking over a half-frozen pond.
As Sofia is holding her cheek and starts to sob, her mother quietly places a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up and stay in your seat,” Dustin snaps before his head swings my way.“You keep your bitch in line or I’ll kill you right here and take your fucking place as the head of your fucking gang.Or maybe I will kill you anyway.Yeah.You’re a pathetic asshole and I think your wife has bigger balls than you do.”
Now this?This makes laughter rip from my throat.
“You’re probably right about the bigger balls.I’m still adjusting to meeting my match.”I let my knuckles brush over Rina’s cheek, emphasizing the endearment that’s quite the contrary of what Dustin just did to Sofia.
“But the comment about you taking my place?”I snicker for the hell of it.“You wouldn’t last a second.Becoming head of the Famiglia means you’d have to have Italian blood running through your veins with the kind of loyalty and traditions you value, even if it meant giving your own life to save another.And let’s face it, the whole save your life part?That ship has sailed.You messed with the wrong woman a long time ago and while you’ve managed to keep breathing years after, time for penance is here.”
