He replies instantly. “James.”
I walk over to him and trace my hands down his blood-splatted bare chest until it lands on his pants. I undo the button and let his hard cock spring free. I drop to my knees and suck on it, thrusting him further down my throat. I move quickly as his hand grabs my hair, pulling me closer to him. He comes down my throat in no time.
Once he recovers, he walks over to the table, grabs the machete and hands it to me. “Cut his dick off.”
I reach out and pull down Gio’s pants so his semi hard dick flops out. I grab it in my hand, slightly disgusted by it, and look back at Luciano. “Straight down. One swipe,” he tells me, and I do as he sayswithout hesitation, eager to please him. The blood pours out from where Gio’s dick was, and he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
“You have one minute to tell us the family you ratted to before you bleed out,” Luciano warns him.
Gio shouts, “No!” So Luciano grabs the machete out of my hand and hacks at his neck. Blood sprays out everywhere, all over the both of us, killing him instantly.
“We didn’t get the name out of him,” I say to Luciano, wiping Gio’s blood off my face.
He smirks devilishly at me. “I already have it.”
My head snaps back to him. “Since when?”
“Since before our date. Gabriele hacked his phone and traced where the calls were coming from."
I frown. “So what now?” My breathing quickens in anticipation as he stalks over to me, backing me up until my ass hits the edge of the table. He pulls down the front of my dress and unclips the clamps, throwing them on the table behind me. He pulls my dress back up and plants a kiss on my lips.
“Time for me to take you home. Don’t you know about the three-date rule?” He winks, backing away from me.
“Luciano, we’ve already had sex,” I remind him as he picks up his jacket and shirt off the back of the chair.
“Yeah, but that was before I decided I wanted to date you,” he says casually. “So it doesn’t count.” He opens the door and starts to walk out, leaving me horny.
“I just had your dick in my mouth,” I say back to him. When I step into the hall, I holt in my spot. We’re far from being alone. Not only is Carlo standing on guard at the door—which I totally forgot about—there’s also a handful of soldiers, some dragging in new hostages to their cells. They all stop in their tracks and look at us.
Carlo smirks at me. “I take it you enjoyed your date,” he says, puffing on his cigarette.
Luciano glares at the soldiers, and they quickly hurry back to what they were doing, trying to ignore my presence.
“A lady never kisses and tells,” I say, wiping the front of my ruined dress smooth. “But I understand why you have a bald head now. I just washed my hair this morning.” Carlo lets out a chuckle as I start marching back out towards the door, with Luciano hot on my heels.
22
Luciano
Isit rigid in the office, my fingers barely steady as I shoot off a group text to my brothers and Charlie:
Meeting in 10 minutes.
Each second crawls, every sound outside sharpening my edge. When they finally storm in, Charlie comes straight over to me and sits on my lap, calming me instantly. My brothers sprawl around the room, and I force the meeting to start.
“We recently found out the Andrettis were behind the ambush, thanks to Gabriele’s hacking skills.” I nod towards my brother. They’re all aware of this already, but I make a point to state it again. Their grunts acknowledge their frustrations. “There are rumors they’re trying to push into our turf.”
“What are they playing at?” Charlie’s voice is tight, trying to act tough.
“New cocaine supplier,” I say, coldly stroking her leg.
“But they can’t. We distribute the cocaine in the area,” she questions.
Stefano pipes up, “Want me to set up a meeting with Vince?”
I nod, my eyes sharp while scanning the room. “Yes. But on our turf. I want the upper hand.”
“Can I come?” Charlie asks.
