Alessandro DeLuca

“Oh, god! He’s…he’s…shit, he doesn’t make me feel like this.”

My fingers increase their speed as I caress her braless left breast with my free hand.

“Is that the only reason you betray him?”

“Mm-mm,” she murmurs as I slow my fingers.

“Tell me why else you’d betray him.”

Her hips hitch, and she moves, trying to push my fingers further up her slit. A smile slips across my lips as I think about the fucking agony Sal is going through.

“Because…Sal is a cheat. He’s not faithful to anyone. Not…even…mmmm.”

“Not even who?” I whisper in her ear, slowing my strokes further still.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Mr. DeLuca!” she moans.

“Tell me who he’s not faithful to.”

My fingers pick up speed again, turning and twisting as they go while my thumb rubs her clitoris.

“You,” she shudders as I take her over the edge.

Fiore’s legs clamp around my hand as she cums violently.

I slide my fingers inside her mouth, and she sucks her juices off them. My fingers brush the sides of her breast, and I pull her closer to me. Turning her head to face me, I force her to look into my deadly gaze.

What she sees there sends fear straight through her, and I know she’s wondering how I can go from hot to cold in less than a few seconds. My hands clench her jaws, and I ask one question.

“Has he been stealing from me?”

“Y…yes,” she mutters.

I lean forward, kiss her lips and say, “Good girl. Someone will be by your house tomorrow to take you to the bank. The house is yours. Consider your debt paid.”

I release her face. A subtle pat on her thigh is all she needs to climb off my lap. I press a button underneath the table that opens the door while Fiore is still fixing her clothes.

“Goodbye, Fiore.”

A quick raise of her eyebrow, and she inhales deeply.

“Goodbye,” she says softly, and I know she’s not speaking to me, but to her husband, Sal, who she knows is on the other side of the second door in the room. She’ll never speak of that, nor this moment.

Bones steps back into the room and locks it behind him.

“Knuckles,” I call out to the other door.

The door opens, and he’s dragging Salvatore through the door. I can see the fury in the man’s eyes and hear his muffled cries.

“What’s he saying?” I ask, sitting back in the chair and cupping my hand against my ear. “I can’t hear him.”

Knuckles makes a big show of ripping the tape off Sal’s face, pulling mustache hairs with it. Tears spring from the other man’s eyes as he shouts out in pain.

“You stinking bastard!” he shouts at Knuckles, who punches him in the jaw.

I look at Sal and say, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you.”

“And you…you’d fuck another man’s wife in his face? And to think I respected you, DeLuca!” he grunts.