You don’t know the first thing about what gets me off. Now, as my wife, I should teach you, but I don’t think your vanilla ass can handle it.
His words rang in my ears, and every time they did, I shuddered. I wasn’t vanilla by any means. He saw it for himself. But Enzio wasn’t Cosimo—even if he came, many times, pretending to be him.
Enzio was Il Tagliatore.
What if what really got him off was…blood? The kill?
My eyes closed, fear trembling through me. I agreed to that deal so I could save my son and myself, but what if The Cutter cut me? What if what was left of me after he was done wasn’t enough to survive?
No, Il Tagliatore likes you. He won’t kill you or leave you to die. But because he likes you, he won’t let you go either. You’re delusional if you believed him.
He’ll pleasure you and then torture you, fuck your mind, make you believe you need him and can’t survive without him until you believe you belong to him. Then you’ll be his forever.
Just like what Cosimo did to you.
I remembered the night Cosimo kicked me out of the restaurant, saying he was giving me my freedom. Instead of feeling thankful, relieved, liberated, I was a pile of hot mess and heartache. I was so angry he could let me go that easily, even though it was what I demanded.
I was crying as I walked in the dangerous night. I didn’t know what to do with myself as I realized Cosimo was mywholelife. He was always there. He defined me. Anywhere I went, everybody knew me as the girl reserved for the Don.
And when he ditched me, I didn’t know what I’d become.
I wanted him to make me stay. I was so fucking happy when I found out that was his plan. When I knew he was kidnapping me.
If that wasn’t a mindfuck, I didn’t know what was.
Enzio seemed so confident he could top Cosimo’s game. Whatever he had for me, it’d fuck me up even more.
What if I wasn’t strong enough to fight it?
My arms wrapped around myself as I stared at my sleeping baby, counting the seconds until we were both out of here forever.
If we could get out. What the fuck was I thinking?
You walked right into Enzio’s trap just like you did into Cosimo’s, but let’s face it. You live for this shit.
No, not this time. I wouldn’t let him mess with my head. I couldn’t. Luckily, I wasn’t in love with Enzio to fall for the same charm or make the same mistakes. I hated him. I wanted him dead.
Right?
The door snapped open, and my heart thrashed. The smell of a thousand cigarettes and a brewery filled my nostrils. How much did he have in one night?
“Is he sleeping?” Enzio whispered, his footsteps heavy.
I nodded with a swallow as he reached the crib, eying his hands. No knife. I breathed.
“It’s late. You should sleep, too. Buonanotte.” His heavy steps retreated to his side of the bed.
Okay. What the fuck just happened?
Was he really letting one of his days go to waste? It couldn’t have been the arm. He had no trouble proving he was strong enough on the plane.
I shifted on the bed, glancing at him. He was putting his gun in the nightstand drawer and—struggling a little—taking off his clothes. I should just help him, tell him goodnight and be thankful for the free day. “You all right?”
“Si, si.” He started with his pants, and my eyes zeroed in on his crotch. The past few days sex marathon played vividly in my head, reminding me of what I’d be missing.
He pushed everything down, standing stark naked in front of me. “You?”
My boobs swelled. I bet he could see my nipples now. What if whatever he had for me wasn’t that bad? After all, he knew how to use his mouth, his fingers and that magical cock of his.
