He just smirks. “Sorry, sweetheart. If you play games with me, you’d better be prepared for the consequences. You won’t win. I’ll be back in an hour, maybe two.” He touches my pussy that is dripping with my own cum and that needs to be fucked, and then he licks his finger clean.
He walks over and grabs his clothes. Then, he walks out of the room, leaving me tied to the bed and full of need.
That asshole. If he thinks it’s just going to make me want him more, then he’s right. Fuck him!
If only I could.
23
Arlo
It’s been a long twenty-four hours. I should learn to always be prepared for the unexpected, but it’s not something you ever get used to. I’ll never get used to taking someone else’s life. Even someone who deserves to die. It’s still hard. It’s something that stays with me forever, and it makes me that much more of a monster than I already am.
Matteo walks over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Thanks, man, I owe you. I didn’t see him.”
I just nod. He owes me dozens of times now for saving his life. If he was anyone else other than my brother, I would have made him sign a contract showing exactly how much he owed me and how he would be paying me back. But he’s my brother. He’d do the same for me.
Matteo starts to remove the bullets from his gun.
I grab his hand, annoyed that I have to explain things to him for the millionth time. “You are never safe. You are always a target. The second you let your guard down is the second that you die. As much as you annoy the fuck out of me, I’d prefer it if you wouldn’t die.”
Matteo smiles like he always does. Like this is all just one big game to him.
I sigh and shake my head. That’s why I need to be in control of the family. I have to protect him and everyone else. Enrico used to care enough to do it, but he doesn’t anymore. He turned cynical after my mother died. And Matteo doesn’t take anything seriously.
He glances down at my shirt where the blood is pouring out. “Come on, let me stitch you up anyway.”
“I can do it myself,” I say, frustrated. All I really want to do is go find Nina and fuck her senseless. I desperately need a distraction.
Matteo laughs. “No, you can’t. This is the one thing I’m better than you at. Let me stitch you up. I need you to stay alive and not die from an infection or some shit so that you can protect me in the future.”
I roll my eyes. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Least of all my brother. But I don’t really have a choice. The bullet went through my stomach and out my back. I can deal with the stomach wound, but I can’t really do much about the wound on my back.
“Fine,” I say and follow Matteo to his section of the house.
The second I step into the hallway, I can smell Nina. The light perfume smell that still lingers from the day she applied it on her wedding day and the tiniest hint of fear but mostly sex. She smells like sex.
“What did you do?” I glare at my brother as I run into his bedroom. The whole time, I think that Enrico broke in because Matteo forgot to lock the damn door or tell security to alert us the second that Enrico returned. All I can think about is her body and soul being broken again. And I can’t handle it. Not so soon after the last time it happened.
I burst through the door to the bedroom and see Nina tied to the bed. Naked.
My cock hardens automatically at the sight of her naked body. It doesn’t do that for just any woman. I’ve walked in on countless naked women before. But there is something about Nina that my cock just can’t resist.
I quickly look around the room for my father or one of his minions, but I find no one in the room.
Nina’s eyes travel from mine to the man behind me. I glance back and see Matteo standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
“It looks like I forgot about someone. Oops,” Matteo says, although he doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic.
She’s been tied to the bed for at least twenty-four hours. She’s not going to be happy.
I walk over to the bed, pull out my knife, and cut the ropes that Matteo used to tie her to the bedposts.
Her hands immediately go to the tie around her mouth, undoing it, and then she spits out the panties in her mouth. “You asshole!”
It’s not entirely clear which one of us she is calling an asshole.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Why don’t you suck me off while I clean up Arlo’s wounds? And then I’ll fuck you. Was it hard and fast that you wanted or slow and sweet? I can’t really remember,” Matteo says, laughing.