“Take it, you fucking breeding machine. You fucking stuck-up cum dumpster. You like that dick, don’t you?”
I’m pacing back and forth in front of her, pushing my hands through my hair, eyes closed, trying to hold it together. But I can’t take it for long. I turn and kick Berto in the gut over and over until he is curled into a ball, screaming.
Then a female voice comes through the speaker.
Una’s voice.
“Hurry up. You’re enjoying this too much.”
I run to look at the video over Giovanna’s shoulder, just as the camera shakes like Una shoved him.
Berto croons at her.“Aww, babe. Don’t be jealous. I’ll still come on your face later.”
Both Giovanna and I jerk our gazes over to Berto, who blearily grins, his face a fucking mess. When I shift my gaze to Antonio, he’s not looking at Berto. His eyes are locked on my girl.
“I’m sorry,” Antonio says, his voice rough. “When I wouldn’t—Una came up with this fucked up plan.”
“What are you sorry for?” Giovanna snaps. “Are you saying that if you had raped me then he wouldn’t have?”
Antonio flinches like she slapped him. “What he did was rape. If you and I were to—I would think you would prefer—I mean, I’m not saying you’d be in love with the idea, but I would hope you’d rather be with me than—”
“Fuck your apologies,” I cut in, taking a step toward him, then swivel on Berto, my fists clenched. “Who put you up to this, Berto? You’re not smart enough or brave enough to do this shit by yourself. Did Una make you do this?”
Berto straightens his shoulders and shifts on the floor, puffing his chest. “No one put me up to shit. I needed to make moves, rise up in the Demonio family, and I knew Aurelio wanted her married to my brother. So I decided to knock her up with an Abbiati baby, so she’d finally do what she was told and leave you alone.”
Antonio shakes his head, dropping his chin to his chest like he’s embarrassed. He fucking should be.
Giovanna shakes her head at him like he’s an idiot. “You do know that DNA tests can tell the difference between brothers, right? Unless you’re identical twins, I was going to find out that it wasn’t Antonio’s baby. That shit was never going to work.”
Berto smirks, bloody teeth showing. “Yeah, but close enough, right? Close enough that it’s more likely that the test was slightly off than that you were fucking another Abbiati. Everyone knows you’ve been fucking my brother for years and lying about it. This would be the proof that Tommy needed to finally dump your ass.”
Lorenzo lets out a dry laugh, not looking at any of us, and drains his beer, getting up to get another. “So you were fucking Una, too, Berto?”
“We weren’t just fucking,” Berto spits out. “She’s my woman. We’re together.”
“Really?” Giovanna’s eyes flash. “Because I walked in on her with my father’s—Lorenzo’s dick in her mouth just the other day. And she was fucking your brother for months.”
Finally, she didn’t include me on that fucked up list. She glances at me to see if I noticed, and I give her a short nod, my eyes softening.
Berto bares his teeth through his swollen, bleeding lips. “Fucking liar. Why the fuck would she be with some old man? And she only fucked my brother to get to me. She told me.”
Lorenzo snorts. Antonio’s face goes crimson as he glares at Berto, then turns back to Giovanna. He won’t stop staring at her, and I’m about to fucking shoot him in the face.
But Giovanna isn’t done with Berto. “So you did all this—brought Una to the island, raped me, sent my fiancé videos of you doing it—for what? To get back into a mafia family that didn’t want you?”
“I didn’t need to get back in.” Berto sneers. “I was already in.”
I shake my head. “Wrong. I fired you, Berto. When I beat the shit out of you at Luminous & Co. Maybe you got hit in the head too many times and don’t remember.”
“Aurelio made sure I knew I always had a place with the family. He wanted me on Giovanna’s detail when we kidnapped her. I organized all of it. You and your brother, and you—” he jerks his thumb at Antonio, “—never gave me any fucking credit at all. I’m on track to be fucking underboss, bitch.”
Antonio drags a hand over his face and paces. “No, you’re not. Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking idiot. Aurelio used you!Unaused you! Why are you so fucking stupid?”
Giovanna closes the distance between her and Berto. He sits up, leaning against the wall, his hands still tied behind his back, watching her with his one unswollen eye.
“Tell me something, Berto,” Gi says, her voice quiet but sharp. “Did you enjoy raping me?”
Berto grins, disgusting and unrepentant. “Don’t play like you didn’t love it. You moaned like a fucking whore when I had my dick all up in you.”
