Luciano pulls out his phone, calling Carlo with a single word: “Office.”
His hand slides soothingly along my side, trying to calm the demon inside him. It’s clear that Eli isn’t one of us. I pick up the bag of cocaine from the desk, inspecting it closely. No Carlisi branding. Slitting it open, I dip a finger in, letting the powder sift between my fingers. It feels cheap compared to our product.
I fix Eli with a cold stare. “I’m Charlotte Carlisi.” I pause to watch the shock crash across his face, the weight of the moment sinking in. He knows exactly how deep he’s in now.
Carlo enters the room silently, hovering behind our prisoner. Eli looks like he's about to piss himself.
“I know you’re not working for me,” I say deadly. “Last chance. Tell us who you work for before Carlo starts breaking bones.”
The man doesn’t give in, just starts sobbing. I stay perched on Luciano’s lap, watching the man’s facade crumble.
Luciano taps my thigh gently, a silent, unyielding command to stay alert, to absorb everything. This is the savage reality I’m destined to command soon. There is no mercy here, no softness. Only dominance and control.
I turn my gaze toward Carlo. “Fingers,” I say, my voice cold. Carlo, as stoic as ever, steps forward without a word. He grasps the man’s hand and begins to snap each finger with a sharp, sickening crack. The man’s scream shatters the room, but still no name escapes his lips. One by one, ten fingers are broken, each snap punctuated by the victim’s agonizing cries. The music is blaring so loud outside that no one will be able to hear him.
“Nose,” I order, watching closely. Carlo’s fist collides with the man’s face, the brutal punch sending his head snapping backward. Blood pours from his nostrils like a crimson waterfall, most likely staining the floor beneath him. The man’s ragged breaths fill the room, but his silence remains unbroken.
“Mattia,” I say, and he throws his knife, landing it directly into Eli’s shoulder before pulling out another knife from his shoe. Mattia looks over at me and I nod, giving him the go ahead to throw the next one. It lands in his other shoulder, but Eli still doesn’t give in.
Luciano reaches into the desk drawer, his hand emerging with a pistol fitted with a silencer. He slides it into my palm, eyes locked on mine. “You’re in charge,” he says.
My heart hammers as I grip the gun, rising from my spot on his lap. I circle the table until I stand face-to-face with the hooded man. I press the cold metal against his forehead, my finger hovering over thetrigger. I breathe deeply, trying to steady the storm inside me.You can do this,I murmur in my mind, over and over. Just as my finger begins to squeeze the trigger, Eli whimpers, “Wait, please.”
I shove the pistol harder against his skin. “Name,” I demand, unwavering.
“Andretti,” he sobs, voice cracking under the weight of fear.
I look over to Luciano and his eyes darken, a storm brewing in their depths. “Do it.” He leans back in his chair, rubbing his fingers along his chin.
I turn back, aligning the barrel carefully on the side of the man’s temple. Another deep breath, a final glance at Luciano’s hard gaze, and then I pull the trigger. The shot is muffled, but the finality hits me like a punch. Eli goes limp, slumping forward in the chair.
Another kill to add to my tally. Adrenaline surges through me, wild and intoxicating like the first time. I lower the gun to the desk, my hands trembling slightly. “Out,” I say to Carlo and Mattia, not taking my eyes off Luciano.
“Si.” Mattia grins. He knows what’s about to happen. Carlo slips out silently, shaking his head.
Luciano is on top of me within seconds of the door shutting, picking me up and setting me on the desk. I stare over at Eli’s lifeless body sitting in the room.
“You did well, Principessa,” Luciano says, grabbing my thighs to pull me closer to the desk’s edge. “Watching you kill… it makes me fucking hard as a rock.” His rough voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“Sit down,” I order, and he obeys without question.
I rest my heels on the armrests of his chair, my legs wide open, laying myself bare for his hungry gaze. He reaches out for me, and I kick him away, holding onto the power a bit longer. Sliding my fingers insidemyself, soft moans slip from my lips. Luciano’s lips part and I can see his desire growing, his dick hard against his pants.
Untying my top, I let it fall away, leaving my breasts exposed to the harsh chill of the room that contrasts sharply with the burning heat between us. I feel the tension coil tighter, the dangerous edge of our world blending with raw lust.
His hands brush my inner leg again, and I kick it away once more, speeding up my rhythm. Our eyes lock, mine daring, his dark and hungry. “Enough,” he barks, rising swiftly. He grips me hard as he drags me closer, his mouth claiming mine in a rough, demanding kiss. He leans down, biting my nipples. “You want something hard in you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing his dark hair, desperate to hold him there just a moment longer before he lowers his mouth below my skirt. His tongue licks and nips with fierce intent, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. “You want something long in you?” he murmurs between strokes.
“Yes…”
“Close your eyes,” he says, and I obey. I feel something cold enter me.
“Luci,” I breathe, uncertain.
But he doesn’t hesitate, thrusting it further. I open my eyes, glancing down to see the cold object is the pistol I used to kill the man beside us, the silencer moving in and out of me. He pushes the pistol in roughly, filling me with a brutal urgency that should repulse me but instead, it ignites me further. He pins me back against the desk, hands gripping my wrists above my head, holding me tight as I hear him unclick the safety. One pull of the trigger and I’m dead, but instead my body moves instinctively, thrusting with him and the pistol, the edge of pleasure razor sharp against his grip.
I scream his name, the sensation overwhelming as I release my orgasm. Pulling the gun free, he presses it to my mouth. “Suck.”
