Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 2)

Staggering above her, my chest heaves as war rages inside of me. I want to bring that fucker back to life and kill him again, this time a little slower. I’ve never felt this way before, never felt this possessive need.

“What the fuck?” Louis, the guy who escorted me backstage, yells.

Turning on my feet, I glare at him. My fists are clenched, and I’ll kill him too if I have to.

“Yeah, what the fuck? I already paid for her, and I paid for what I saw on stage! If I wanted someone beat up and broken, I would have found a girl on the nearest street corner. Is that how you do business here?”

His face pales. “What? No, not normally, but I mean, you didn’t have to fucking kill him. We could have just knocked some of the price off or something…”

Or something? This guy must think I’m a fucking idiot.

“Fuck you,” I spit. “Would you rather I tell everyone else how you fuck people over and deliver damaged goods as soon as you receive payment?”

“No, no, we’re good. Just take her. I’ll deal with this mess.” He gestures to the dead fuck lying on the floor.

“Damn straight, you will.” I dismiss him altogether before turning my attention back to the woman on the floor. “Give me the key for those. I’ll keep her chained up for now.”

He steps around me and kneels down next to the guy with the broken neck. He pries a set of keys from his hands and tosses them to me.

Leaning down, I undo the chain on the front. I try not to let my eyes linger on her exposed skin. Her barely-there dress, which looks like lingerie, has been pushed to the side, causing her nipples to peek out, and my dick is already at war with my zipper. Better to look away as much as I can so I don’t lose control and fuck her in the back of my car, not that it would matter if I did.

She doesn’t struggle while I move her restraints around. Of course, I don’t have my knee pressed into her chest, either.

Rolling her over slowly, I pull her arms back and re-hook the chain to the collar, so her hands are tied behind her back. Her dress is pulled up in the back as well, exposing her perfectly shaped ass. I want to rip my shirt off and tug it down her body so no one else can see her.

No one else should be looking at what’s mine.

But I don’t have time for that. I need to get her out of here as quickly as possible. I shove the small key into my pocket for safekeeping before I grab her and lift her up with me.

Hauling her off the floor, I throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Louis gives me one more disapproving look about killing his friend but doesn’t dare open his yap. He knows I’m right. He shouldn’t have touched her.

Knowing Fallon’s ass and pussy are on full display the way I’m carrying her, I quickly make my way out of the building. Thankfully, without many people seeing her or any further mishaps. I use the side door that leads straight to the parking lot. Cold air wisps around us, making her shiver in my hold.

Grabbing the car keys from my pocket, I hit the key fob to unlock the car, and pull open the door with my free hand. I hate how light she feels and how she doesn’t even struggle or say anything. It’s almost as if she has accepted her fate.

Where is the fighter I saw just moments ago? I’m sure she is in there somewhere, ready to come out at any given moment. Placing her in the backseat, I lay her down, facing the trunk. I stare at her for a moment. She looks so fragile, a piece of glass that might break with the slightest movement. I shouldn’t have bought her, but I had to.

“If you try anything stupid, I’ll gag you and put you in the trunk. Stay like this, and don’t move unless I instruct you to,” I order, my voice a little harsher than necessary.

“Okay.” She nods, her voice hoarse from screaming.

I give her one final once over. I know her face is already swelling, and I bet she’ll have a killer headache from her head bouncing against the concrete. I’ll have to give her something for the pain later.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, I start the car, wondering where the hell I’m going to take her. For a moment, I just sit there, weighing my options. If I take her to my place, I have to keep her chained up because there isn’t a secure room to put her in.

Fuck, the thought of keeping her tied to my bed to use whenever I want makes my cock harder than steel. I know I’m a sick fucker, but I didn’t even know that part of myself existed until this very moment. I’ve killed people without batting an eye, tortured men until they told me whatever I wanted to hear, but I’ve never taken a woman against her will.