‘Maybe,’I think, but I don’t say it out loud.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rio
Isit in my office, attempting to get some sort of work done. I’ve been severely slacking and my father has been on my ass about it. My only saving grace was seeing Mancini and Mikhailov last night. We do business with both families so I was able to swindle my father into thinking last night’s escapades were work related. I was able to actually talk a little business about a shipping port issue with Mikhailov so it wasn’t a complete lie. My jaw still feels swollen where I let that fucker from the fight last night hit me and the cut on my eyebrow probably needs a stitch or two. Yet all I can think about is sliding into the bed my little Datura is sleeping in and sinking my cock inside of her.
I think about the way she looked last night during the fight. How wide her eyes were when she watched me. How scared she looked after when she thought I would fuck her in front of everyone. To be fair, I really was going to, until I saw how excited Romeo was to watch. Even Saul looked mildly interested and that bastard never “looks” anything.My little Datura is beautiful so I don’t blame them, but something inside of me snapped last night. It was the last shred of control I had. I never wanted her in the first place, but now that I’ve had her. Now that I’ve taken her…I can’t let her go.
She pretends to hate this side of me, but her body betrays her. I saw it in the way her tongue flicked across her lip and the way her pulse jumped at her throat. I was still bleeding when I dragged her into that back room and spread her wide on that shelf. My cock was already so hard it ached as I devoured her soaked pussy. I wasn’t gentle with her, not with how amped I was. I fucked her like I was still in the ring. Rough, hard and fast. When she came again, she moaned my name. Not the fake one either. Rio.
She didn’t say she forgave me yet. I don’t need it, though. She’s mine, whether she likes it or not. But I think I want it even if it’s a lie that comes from her lips.
‘I should go check on her. I should see if she’s awake, maybe wake her up with my….’
My phone rings, and I almost don’t answer until I see Leo’s name light up on the screen.
“Yeah?”
“You sound like shit,” he says in a blank tone.
“Go fuck yourself.”
This time he laughs.
“Is the wife wearing you out that much? Maybe you could cut out her tongue. Might get rid of her snark.”
“Is that what you did to your little pet?” I ask him even though I’m not sure I want to know the answer. Leo is closest to my uncle and their personalities and tastes match so similarly, sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t actually belong to my uncle instead.
“I didn’t have to. This one is mute. I quite enjoy her tongue though so I am grateful she doesn’t talk back.”
I glance at the clock. It’s not even eight yet and it’s far too early for this.
“What do you want, Leo?”
“Was curious if you had been to see that MC fucker yet? The one that jumped your wife outside the club. He’s still with Nicci, alive but barely. You know it won’t be long. They never last long with her.”
I lean back in my chair.
“Her favorite place?”
“Yeah, the warehouse. In Rainbow.” He pauses for a second. “If you want to see his balls still attached, you might want to hurry.”
I hang up and stare at the phone for a second. We don’t usually have trouble with the MC so this could go one of two ways. Either he went out on his own or someone else offered them something better. Either way, I need to get this shit under control. I wonder if I should tell Liana. Maybe she’d want to watch this man’s torture. He did attack her after all. What better way to anoint a cartel princess than to have her watch a little torture?
By the time we hit the highway, my head is clear but my dick is nowhere near soft. Liana chose to wear one of her little sundresses again today and all I can think about is pulling over and bending her over the inside of her seat while I fuck her tight little pussy. Fortunately for her, she won’t be inhaling any desert dust right now because we are on a short time frame. I have a guest to interrogate. I just hope my little sister has left something for me.
The warehouse sits back far enough off the road to look like any other old building. There are a few run down single wides spread on the properties around it but no one bothers us. Most people that live out here, this close to us, either work for us or know of us. We are left alone. Not even the police venture this far out.
I enter a code on a keypad and the door slides open allowing Liana and I to walk inside. This part looks like any other hallway and there’s an apartment up here that my sister likes to stay in occasionally, when we have guests for longer terms. She has a nice house in Scottsdale, not far from me, but this place is her real domain.
Liana scrunches her nose in disgust as we venture down a set of stairs and the smell of piss fills our nostrils. We follow the sound of screaming down the hall and I feel her hand grip onto mine tightly. As we get closer, I can hear music blasting from the speakers.
“He didn’t just say what I think he did, did he?” Nicci sings along completely off tune.
Eminem’s voice sings through the speakers just as we make it down the last stair and I watch as my sister sings the next verse while twirling a hot poker in her hand.
“He’s locked in my basement,” she raps out while shoving the hot poker into a man’s leg. He screams out so loud we can barely hear the next verse which must piss her off.
