“Do you know who I am?”
He shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does. You will start a war if you keep me here. My father is Vincenzo Vitale.”
Johnny released his grip on me and slid his hands behind his head. “War is good for business. It helps us make room for a new regime. That’s how I became the boss.”
“The Luciano brothers will kill you for this,” I said through gritted teeth.
Johnny hit a button on a black box next to him. “Send Raven in here.”
A minute later, the doors opened. Raven pranced into Johnny’s bedroom in a white lacy bra and matching thong. She smiled at him as if he was her entire world.
Raven came up to Johnny’s side of the bed and waited for him to slide his hand up her thigh, stopping at the thin string of her underwear. “Everything okay, Boss?”
He ripped the delicate fabric from her body, a crooked smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
This was getting too weird.
Johnny played with Raven, stealing moans from her parted lips, staring at me while he fingered her. His cock tented his boxer briefs, his length growing with each moan. As much as I wanted to look away, I understood this was part of the game.
So I didn’t lower my gaze.
After he made Raven come with his fingers, Johnny pushed his boxers over his hips and threw them at me. Johnny leaned back against the headboard and pulled Raven on top of him. He gripped her hips, with his eyes fixed on me, and bounced her up and down, making a hissing sound as he thrust deeper inside her.
She moaned.
He growled.
Raven closed her eyes.
Johnny winked at me.
Sick fuck.
They forced me to watch the show for at least a half hour. Johnny bent her over the bed for the finale, looking at me as he pulled out and came on her back. It was as if he was writing his damn name on her.
Johnny slapped Raven’s ass and ordered her to get in the shower. She staggered toward the bathroom door like she was so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t remember her name. Dante left me feeling the same way after our first time.
With his dick glistening with cum, Johnny walked to the right side of the bed and hit the button on his nightstand. His doorman appeared a second later, gesturing for me to follow.
Johnny pointed his long finger at me. “Get rid of her. We’re going through with the original plan.” Johnny wiped his cock with a tissue from his bedside table. “She’s not going to work out.”
The man dragged me out of the room, the door slamming behind us, and escorted me down the hall. He stopped in front of my bedroom, unlocked the door, and threw me inside like a garbage sack. I fell to the floor, scraping my knees.
Hugging my legs to my chest, I glanced up at him with tears in my bottom lids.
He wasn’t worth my tears.
Neither was Johnny.
We exchanged a brief second of silence before he locked me inside my prison.
ChapterTen
NICO
Ishoved Carmine Figarello onto the plank in the warehouse’s basement with a gun to his head. Angelo strapped down his legs, and Stefan fastened his wrists above his head to the wooden board.
