I hate that my own brother would try and sell me out to save his own ass. Our father always said he wasn’t cut out to lead the family and I guess he was right. Monte proved he can’t be trusted and rather than turning to us for help so we could handle this situation, he kept silent. Now, he has no one to fucking blame except for himself.
It took the jury less than two hours to deliver their verdict ofguilty.
Monte will spend the rest of his life behind bars with no protection from the Cosa Nostra. He knows his life is about to become a whole lot worse. He’s fucked over half the men and their families inside that prison and without protection, he’s free game. The guards lead him out of the courtroom. He glares at the three of us but I just smile.
“He really thought he was going to win,” Dimitri mutters.
“He underestimated us,” I snarl.
“He thought we were weak because of what happens behind closed doors. The stupid bastard never banked on the fact that we’ve all formed a trust deeper than the one he thought we had with him.” Vlad’s words ring true. He may be his father’s son, but he is nothing like his dad. Vlad is fair, loyal and open minded.
If any of the men think they can challenge me because I love cock as much as I do pussy, they’ll find themselves in the pit. I’ll carve their fucking flesh from their bones and send pieces of them back to their families so they spread the word that I am not the one to fuck with.
“Thank you.” At the sound of her voice, I turn back to her and watch as she shakes her bosses’ hands. Her smile is infectious. Pride blooms inside me, she got the win she craved.
“Consider what we said. We’d be honored to have you,” Simon says.
“I will, I promise,” she vows as they begin to walk out of the courtroom. This time I step into her path, forcing the four of them to a halt. The three males stiffen and try to appear unaffected by my presence, but fail. Jenna on the other hand looks downright sinful in that curve-hugging skirt, white blouse and black pumps that add another inch to her height. “Mr. Frondozo, can I help you?” Her tone is crisp and has a harshedge to it. She flicks her gaze over my shoulder as Vlad and Dimitri come to stand behind me.
“Oh, most definitely,” I say suggestively. Her eyes widen in warning and her jaw locks. “Congratulations.”
She eyes me skeptically for a moment before answering. “Thank you.”
“See you soon, Prosecutor,” Vlad says.
“Excuse me?” Derek splutters.
“You’re excused. This is an A and B conversation and you can C your way the fuck out of it before D jumps over E and F fucks you up!”
“Dimitri!” Jenna scolds. She looks utterly perplexed and at a loss for words. “Let’s go,” she says to her bosses, then marches out of the room.
“See you later, Prosecutor,” I call out. She doesn’t respond but I see her stiffen and smirk.
“Dollhouse?” Vlad asks.
“Fucking aye,” I growl.
“I’ll get the masks,” Dimitri adds.
Time to go and catch ourselves a dirty little slut.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JENNA
I startle awake and groan when my head pounds like a damn marching band is playing a tune in my head. I attempt to roll over in my bed but I can’t move. I snap my eyes open and instantly fucking seethe with anger. I look around to see I’m fucking strapped to a… Oh my God!
A fucking cross!
I’m bound by my wrists and ankles. I look down and growl. I’m fucking naked! I should be panicking and screaming for help but I already know who the fuck is behind this and where I am.
“Where the fuck are you three?” I shout, and try to tug against my restraints to no avail. I am seriously not in the mood for this shit. These bastards walked out on me, taunted me in court daily. Congratulated me earlier today on winning the case, and now they have fucking kidnapped me… again!
I snap my head to the side when a yellow lit mask flicks on. I narrow my eyes at him as he stalks forward, dressed in only a pair of low-cut jeans. I hate that my body begins to heat just from the sight of him. I tear my gaze from him when I see a green light flicker on from the corner of my eye. Vlad stalks toward me with his mask glowing like an eerie shadow, he’s shirtless and wearing a pair of gray sweats. Fuck, they are sexy.
I gasp in fright when hands wrap around me from behind and grip my tits. “I told you we would see you soon, Prosecutor.” Vegah says from behind me. I want to scream and shout at them to fuck off, but then he begins to twirl my nipples between his fingers and I lose all train of thought.
“Time to punish you for that stunt you pulled,” Dimitri hisses. I stare at him in confusion as I try to recall what the fuck he is talking about, but it’s fucking hard when Vegah is distracting me with his hands. My pussy is already wet and begging for their touch. It’s been days since I last felt them inside me.
