Damien would be able to figure it out. Damien would know how to get out of this situation.
Or maybe Damien would sacrifice Lia, because when did Damien ever give a shit about anyone?
That is, apart from me.
“Ya know,” says Coltello, “I’ve been dreaming about how you smacked her ass that day in the diner. Every night before I go to sleep, I close my eyes and think about it as I rub one out. Did you know that,fratello?”
Lia stiffens in my arms, and I run a soothing hand over her back.
“Well, I know it now.”
He seems to find my comment very amusing, letting out a bark of laughter.
You’re dead. You’re fucking dead.
I suck in short spurts of breath, willing myself to relax for Lia, willing myself to stay focused. I can’t let myself get affected by his taunting.
“I’ve been wondering what that ass of hers looks like these days. And those tits—man. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen them.”
Fuck.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I growl. My arms tremble from the way I’m trying to keep them around Lia so I don’t reach for my gun. She whimpers, and I know I’m squeezing too hard, but all that realization does is make me squeeze even harder.
So much for staying focused.
“You’d better fucking tell me right—”
“He didn’t do anything!” she chokes out. “I swear!”
“Don’t fucking talk, Lia. Shut your fucking mouth.”
I spit the cruel words out through gritted teeth, and she letsout another whimper, before I feel her back tremble, and know she’s crying again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Relax, man.” Coltello chuckles again. “I never did a thing with her. Or to her. I just saw the tape.”
“The… tape?”
“Yeah. The sex tape.”
I tense again, and Lia lets out a choked cough, but this time, it’s not because I’m squeezing too hard. I tear my eyes away from the barrel of his gun just long enough to glance down. She’s as white as a ghost.
“What sex tape?” I ask quietly.
“The sex tape with Carmelo, man.Cazzo!That was fucking hot. He always showed it to the guys when we were kicking back with a bottle of beer. In one part, she was lying on the mattress with her ass up, and he was just pounding into her—fuckinghot. In the other part, she was on her back, and I could see her tits. Well,seeis a big word, given how she didn’t have any at the time. I got a glance of them when I went to the hospital after she gave birth, and they got a bit rounder. More the way I like them. You know I was the first man to hold her kid? I should get an award for not snapping the baby’s neck right then and there. It would’ve made life so much easier.”
Lia lets out another choked sound, but I’m too busy reeling from the rest to be able to react at all.
“I didn’t get a good look at Lia’s cunt in the tape, though, seeing as Carmelo’s cock was in it pretty much the whole time. I was thinking maybe you’d let me take a look at it. Maybe even cop a feel.”
I readjust my hand on Lia’s waist, and she lets out a muffled sob, as if she thinks I actually intend to do it.
How cruel have I been to her that she thinks I’d be capable of such a thing?
I want to die.
I don’t know how I manage to stay seated, my hands around her, as Coltello sullies her with his words. The words I speak to him sound like distant sludge that have been forced out of another man’s mouth. “You can go now, Coltello. You’ve paid your debt.”
