Vengeance (Vitali's Legacy)

"What they show us isn't what's happening, necessarily. I am sure there's no love lost between those two, but vipers strike together."

"Do they?"

"Metaphorically, boy," Angelo sighed.

He did not like having this many captives. One at a time was more than enough. With three, they were outnumbered. In times like these, he missed Mark more than ever. Mark had been so sensible, a compass of goodness and decency. His presence had offered a moderating force. But there was no moderation anymore.

It was tempting to kill all three of them. It would solve the immediate problem. Digby was a spineless wretch who completely crumbled under pressure. He had been a most tedious and unappealing captive. Not even worth fucking. For a time, Angelo had wondered if he was losing his edge, but with Willow and Gemma on site, it was clear that he had lost nothing besides an interest in spoiled over-privileged men who would not so much as lift a finger to save themselves. Keeping Digby captive was like having a pet rock.

Willow had been intriguing for a time, but Angelo was beginning to tire of her too. If he wanted to deal with a duplicitous, cold, manipulative minx, he could look in the mirror.

Willow was still squirming on the fuck machine, her mouth and her pussy both filled with thick black dildoes. She could breathe, but only just. Turning her into a stuffed fucktoy was Angelo's last-ditch attempt at breaking her down before he turned to crueler, more violent means of forcing submission.

"The problem with you British, is that you like pain and humiliation," Angelo observed, removing the mouth dildo from between her lips. "Pride is your kink, and you love to have it subverted."

"The problem is that I know I am not my body," Willow retorted, her cheeks at both ends bright pink with desire. "You can use any tools of perversion you desire, and it will not break me. My core is eternal, Mr. Vitali."

"That may be true, but your ass is mine."

"Angelo…" Bobby walked in just as Angelo was adjusting the speed on the silicon shaft giving Willow's pussy a good rogering. It was gratifying to hear her grunt and moan rather than delivering her villain-esque monologues.

"I am busy, boy."

"You need to take this," Bobby said, waving a phone at him. "Now."

Bobby did not speak that way unless it was absolutely imperative because speaking that way risked the kind of thrashing that would see him immobile for the rest of the day.

Angelo took the phone from Bobby, and the pair of them stepped outside the room where Willow's wetness was being thoroughly ravaged.

"Hello?

"Angelo. What the fuck is going on?"

Mark's voice was harsh, growling, and stressed.

It was so good to hear it. Angelo had not spoken to his golden-haired lover since they'd fled for safer shores. Hearing Mark's voice, even in what was clearly an emergency, filled Angelo with emotions he was not expecting. An overwhelming nostalgia for how it had been in previous years with just the three of them swept over him.

"You tell me," Angelo said.

"I just got Tilly and the boy out in time. There are men with guns fucking swarming this neighborhood, and they're not police."

"How is that possible?"

"Again. You tell me."

"I don't know, boy."

Mark let out a sigh. "It's been a long fucking time since you called me that."

"Yes. It has been. But believe me when I tell you, you are still my boy, and Tilly is my girl, and that baby falls under my protection. Move to the backup location. I'm sending you information…."

Somewhere in the background, the baby started crying. Angelo was not prepared for the reaction that elicited inside him. He had never met Tilly's baby. The baby's father remained unknown between the three of them, and he had gone out of his way not to think about it. They were safest at a distance. But that thin cry, coming from half a world away, ignited a pure protective fury inside him. It didn’t matter who the father was. Someone had tried to hurt his baby.

Angelo wanted to kill more desperately than he had ever wanted to kill before. Each and every one of the men who had come after Mark, Tilly, and the baby, needed to die.

"I've got my own backup plans," Mark interrupted. "Let's not talk again until you've sourced the leak. Alright?"

"Alright. Be safe."

Bobby was standing solemnly next to Angelo as he hung up the phone.

"Are they okay?"

"They are safe for the moment. Mark moved Tilly and the baby before they could be captured. For now, we are still ahead of the game." Angelo sighed and ran his hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "Mark believes the information came from this house. I'm inclined to agree."

"That's not possible. Digby hasn't left the cells. Willow has been locked in her room…