“I just wanna see Alfarez.” To make sure he was still alive. Please, let him be alive.
He flipped the knife in his grip and juggled it from one hand to another. “To return his gift?”
My heart thudded with every swap. “What gift?”
“This little thing I found in your garter.”
I narrowed my eyes, suddenly aware I was in a lacey, black sleeping gown. “You took off my clothes?” I was still scared, but more than anything, I was pissed off.
He snorted. “No, it was Marta. You should be glad I found your pathetic weapon before she did.”
“It’s nothing.” I tried to buy myself some time. “I don’t like guns so I always keep a blade for protection. It’s necessary. Cosimo taught me this much.” It wasn’t all a lie. Cosimo did teach me this much, but he gave me a gun, not a knife, and taught me how to shoot. I kept it in the safe at our place and didn’t bother with having any weapons on me.
Stupid, I know. That was me. Stupid, reckless, impulsive and naively hopeful. Why else would I have fallen in love with a Mafia king and started a family with him, hoping he’d have just quit one day and we’d have all lived in peace?
“So Alfarez didn’t give it to you?”
“No. He has nothing to do with it,” I lied again.
He clicked the knife open and fisted my hair, tilting my head back. Then the cold blade stung the crook of my neck. “Don’t. Ever. Lie. To me.”
My throat bobbed with a gulp. Again, I wasn’t scared for my life. And my mind was starting to function with more clarity now. It could be because of the spike that came with the danger I’d always lived in and put me on high alert, or because the fog of unconsciousness had fully lifted. Either way, I realized Enzio wouldn’t kill me now. At least, not before his family opened the will. But he could kill Alfarez. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to the man who took me in when no one else did because of me.
“You think I wouldn’t kill you, and you might be right.” Enzio read me easily as the blade glided slowly down my chest, pricking the line between my breasts. “That doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.”
“If you touch Alfarez—”
“Your precious papi is too inferior for me to even bother with.” The sharp edge circled around the swell of my breast under the lace. My chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath, and he stared. “You know your tits weren’t much to look at before you became a mamma. But now…” The knife moved, and the sound of the lace ripped sent a disgusting shiver down my spine. A cold breeze hardened my now exposed nipples as he tore my clothes off.
Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I looked him in the eye. “You like to rape women, Enzio? Is that what gets you off? The sense of power you can’t have any other way? It’s never been easy to live in the shadow of a man like Cosimo. A man born and chosen to lead, unlike you who had to work so hard to prove your worth only to get rejected over and over. You have to take everything by force, by blood. But even now, when you’re in his seat, living his life, you know you can never match your brother no matter what you do. So now you have to rape his wife, take her by force, to prove to your family and yourself you’re the boss.”
He stared at me, his face made of stone. It was impossible to know if I’d provoked him enough to postpone my torture. Then his cold smirk and steel gaze confirmed I didn’t provoke him at all, and I just might have dug my own grave.
“Your response to danger has always intrigued me, Bianca. The feisty pixie that isn’t afraid of bad guys.” His gaze fell back to my breasts. “Nice try, dolcezza. But no, I don’t like to rape women. And, despite what you think, I’ve never lusted over Cosimo’s seat or the power that comes with it. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime as the underboss without having to carry the heavy burden of leadership. Cosimo’s seat is no fun. His wife’s tits though…”
The blade landed flat on my nipple. “You don’t know the first thing about what gets me off. Now, asmywife, I should teach you, but I don’t think your vanilla ass can handle it. So back to what I was saying. If you ever lie to me again…” He put the knife on my other nipple and went back and forth several times. “Mario will miss his mommy’s tits forever.” Then he drew close enough for his lips to touch my ear. “For the record, I’ll miss them, too.”
“You psycho fuck.”
“Careful now. Nobody is going to miss your tongue. That I can cut with zero regrets. A mute wife is every man’s dream anyway.”
Chapter 7
Enzio
Cosimo had always talked about the fire in her eyes. How much it turned him on. How much he loved to see her burn for him. I never saw the appeal. I liked pussy, not eyes, and I liked that pussy a little more low key than grumpy little miss angst here.
Until now.
Her naked tits might have stirred my cock—there was a little extra sexy something to mommy tits—but it was the smoldering sass in her unwavering, defiant gaze that made me hard.
A knife to her chest, I was threatening to dismantle her, but she was looking at me like she was the one holding the weapon. A grin stretched my mouth.
“What are you smiling about?” she grumbled.
“How unlucky you are. Until this morning I didn’t give a shit about you. Now…you got interesting. I might wanna play with you after all, dolcezza.”
But first, you’re gonna have to hate me some more.I closed the knife, slid it back into my pocket and let go of her hair. “Your little stunt is going to cost you.”
