“What are you going to do?” Tommy asks quietly.
Good question.
Option one: I walk away. Cut her off, find a real safe house, never see her again. Safest play. Smartest play.
But if she is working with her father, with Aurelio, she’s a liability that needs to be handled. You don’t just walk away from a threat.
Option two: I confront her, demand the truth. But if I do that, she could alert Salvatore and Aurelio and take away my advantage, plus I wouldn’t be able to reverse engineer this situation, feed her some false intel, and see what I can get out of her.
Option three…
A slow smile spreads across my face.
“Oh shit,” Tommy mutters. He turns to Matti. “What did I say?”
“I don’t like that look, Vin,” Matti growls, stepping closer.
I meet his glare with one of my own. “Finding Aurelio is the priority. And he just fucking handed us the key.”
Matti narrows his eyes. “Don’t do anything to piss off my wife, Vin. She loves Sophie. You fuck with her girl, and I can’t guarantee your safety.”
But I’m barely listening. My mind is spinning with possibilities and pure mother fucking rage.
Salvatore Bellamorte wants to protect his precious daughter from the big bad Demonios? Fine. I’ll show him exactly what happens to his daughter when she’s left alone with the monster he’s so afraid of. Salvatore is going to learn a very important lesson about what happens when you come for a Demonio.
I’m going to fucking destroy his daughter. I’m going to use every hole she has until she’s ruined for anyone else. I’m going to make her scream my name, choke on my cock, humiliate and degrade her, and then I’m going to make her beg for more. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be nothing but my fucktoy, my cumslut, my willing little whore.
And when she’s so fucked up that she’s calling Daddy crying for help because she’s in over her head with the monster in her bed? That’s when I’ll take my revenge.
“I’m supposed to see her tonight,” I say calmly, my rage crystallizing into something cold and purposeful.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Matti’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “You’re going to see her again? After everything we just told you?”
Tommy shakes his head. “That’s insane—”
“Actually,” I cut him off, “it’s perfect.”
For a moment, Matti and Tommy are quiet, weighing how to proceed. They may be my underboss andconsiglierebut at the end of the day, I’m the fucking boss and it’s my decision.
“Be careful,” Tommy finally says.
“What else do we know?” I ask, changing the subject. “About Salvatore’s movements, his connections?”
“He’s been quiet for two decades,” Tommy says, pulling out his phone. “After the truce with Aurelio, he went completely civilian. Owns a small import business, lives in Staten Island, model fucking citizen. But we’ve got surveillance on him now. If he makes contact with Aurelio again, we’ll know.”
“Good. What about—”
The world erupts in a giant ball of orange fire and thunder. My car parked 50 feet away detonates in a ball of flame and black smoke, the shockwave slamming into us like a tsunami.
I hit the ground hard, concrete scraping my palms, ears ringing, debris raining down around us. Tommy’s on his stomach next to me, Matti is crawling toward cover, gun drawn.
For 10 seconds, there’s nothing but chaos and the ringing in my ears.
Then the sound fades and I hear Matti yelling, “Everyone okay?!”
“All good!” Tommy shouts back.
I push myself up, tasting blood and ash, staring at the burning skeleton of what used to be my car. Flames lick 30 feet in the air, black smoke billowing, the heat so intense I can feel it from here.
