Page 12 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

I have been watching her like a hawk since she passed the velvet robes into what is obviously date rape central. My nostrils flaring and my fists clenched at my sides, I fight against myself not cross through the ropes and beat the ever-loving shit out of him for merely thinking it’s okay for him to touch her.

She continues to keep his roaming hands at bay, but watching him paw at her like she’s a fucking piece a meat, a mere conquest, has me fucking seething.

Her face grows increasingly uncomfortable. Something has her on edge, but regardless of my vantage point I am unable to see what is happening in front of her.

That is obviously the point behind the wall of drunk muscle.

The moment I see him going for zipper, my feet begin carrying me to the VIP entrance. Quickly crossing the distance to the velvet ropes, I am stopped by two guys who are definitely with the frat boy.

“Sorry, old man,” one of them gently pushes me back,

“This isn’t your kind of party.”

Behind them, I watch as he grabs her head and forcefully shoves it toward his cock while she struggles to stop him.

Lifting my shirt and pull the gun tucked in the front of my pants, “I’m inviting myself. You can let me through, or I can make room for myself.”

Both of them step aside making room for me to pass, and my fist is immediately in frat boy’s face. Catching him off-guard, Venecia has an opportunity to sit up and move away from him.

“What the fuck, bro,” the last words I hear from him before my fists begin unleashing every ounce of rage into his face.

“The lady fucking said ‘no’,” I punch him again, before grabbing his shirt and lifting his body from the couch, “maybe you didn’t hear her.”

“I didn’t,” he blubbers back through swollen and split lips as I hold him off the ground.

We’ve garnered the attention of the group I couldn’t see from outside of the VIP – four guys with their cocks out and a nearly naked girl so drunk she can’t stand on her own.

Lowering him to the ground, I grab the arm he used to shove Venecia into his crotch and yank it behind him until he is squirming in agony.

“Well,” I lift it higher, “Are you going to fucking apologize?”

“I…I’m sorry…V,” he sputters through the pain.

“That didn’t really sound like you meant it,” my hands yank his arm tighter until I feel his shoulder pop from the socket. He screams out in agony as I throw his body to the floor, leaving him writhing in pain, “besides, her brothers would be disappointed if I left you with two working hands.”

Turning to the other assholes, “Did this one even say ‘yes’?”

“She didn’t say ‘no’,” the drunk guy holding her upright chodes as one of his friends sternly elbows him in the ribs.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” I scowl, shoving my gun against the base of his cock.

“Bro! Bro! I was just kidding,” he stammers back with wide eyes.

“Put your pathetic fucking cocks away,” I tuck the gun back into my pants and pull off my shirt. Pulling the girl from their grasps, I hold her upright while pulling my shirt over her head to cover her.

“This is not how men fucking treat women. If I find any of you doing this shit again, it’ll be the last time you get to pull your sad little cock out of your pants. Nod that you understand.”

All of them tremble out a nod of agreement, including the frat boy crying on the floor.

“Venecia,” I growl while lifting the drunk girl into my arms, “We’re leaving.”

Chapter Ten

VENECIA

Standing in silence, I watch as Dante beats the shit out of Chad before turning his attention to his friends.

After peeling off his shirt and dressing the blonde, he snaps at me as he picks her up, “Venecia. We’re leaving.”

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