Chapter 14

"I-I've-" My words are lost as he pulls me into him by my wrist and I moan with pleasure with his cock burying deeper inside me.

"For each truth you give me I will remain in your pussy, but if I sense any hesitation or a lie, I'm fucking your ass with no remorse."

"I've wanted you from the first day in your office."

That truth earns me four deep thrust and a smack to my ass, but soon I hear the vibration of a phone. Giovanni stops and huffs in annoyance.

"What the fuck do you want?" He growls into the phone and I wait to hear the voice on the other end of the line.

"Are you busy?" A male voice comes through the phone, but he sounds far away.

"I am," He says as he begins to pull his cock out and then entering me again slowly. "New game, Gatita. Let's see how quiet you can be," He says in a tone only I can hear. I nod my head in understanding and the game begins. "I need to put you on speaker phone."

"Word on the street is there's a new Russo on the scene and his sole purpose is to kill you, boss."

"Is. That. Right?"


He speaks each word as he pounds into me and I hold my head down taking each thrust without so much as a moan.

"I believe he's the one behind that shipment," The caller takes in a deep breath.

Giovanni pulls my arms back and lifts me to a 90-degree angle. "What did Sofia find on that new girl at the club?"

I feel myself become rigid and my eyes meet him as I turn his way. "Marisol?" He says with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, Marisol," He says before speaking to someone else in the background and Giovanni takes that as the perfect time to pound into me full force.

I'm in a compromising position, literally and figuratively. At this angle, I take him all the way to the hilt and the pressure is building once again. I don't dare make a noise, but I began to struggle with keeping quiet. He begins to hit the same spot and a moan escapes me.

"Gio, what the fuck?"

"What would you like me to ask Marisol?" He says as he continues his brutal thrashing.

"You really are a crazy bastard," The caller says before he hangs up the line.

"You lost, Marisol. You know what that means?"

Knowing that the caller is gone, I let out a scream as he pounds harder and smacks my ass just as hard.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

With the last blow of his beautifully sculpted cock and the sensation of the smack to my ass, I come. I cry and scream as the second orgasm of the night sends me flying. Giovanni doesn't stop and if he did, I think I'd kill him on the spot. He finally lets my arms free and I'm just about jelly, but he then grabs my hair and gives me the last blows before he pulls out and comes all over my back. I feel his seed, warm as honey, coat my skin and I welcome it.

"I was right about you," He says.

"Yeah."

"Stay right there and don't move."

I feel him shift off of the couch and I stay there watching him with tear-stained cheeks and a pussy that continues to salivate over her view. He's beautiful in the dim lighting and his back muscles flex as he strolls over to the closed door. I hear water running as he disappears into the adjoining room.

Giovanni returns with a towel and a glass of water. I watch him over my shoulder as he spreads my legs and I tremble slightly as he cleans me. Once done with my pussy and thighs he turns his attention to my back. Who the hell is this man?

Giovanni lifts me into him, placing the glass on my lips and I drink while staring at him. After a few moments, he removes the glass from my mouth and sips from the same glass.

"You going to be ok?" He says noticing I'm still trembling.

"Yes," I say the word, but I'm not so sure and I believe my facial expression gives it away as well.

"Go and freshen up in the bathroom. I need to call Emmanuel."

"You don't want to fuck me while he's on the phone?"

I'm greeted with a hand to my throat and the fury in his eyes sends my heart thumping out of my chest. Something flashes in his eyes and before I know it, his lips crash onto mine.

The kiss isn't passionate. It's hard and possessive and like the fool I've become for him, I kiss him back. I allow him access to my mouth and my tongue. The harsh kiss causes me to become weak in the knees and I melt into him and his possessive mouth.

"Go."

"I don't have anything."

"There's a bag with your name on it in the bathroom." He says nonchalantly and I stare at him blankly. "I'm going to shower in the other bathroom, I'll be back," He says leaving the room and me on the couch in complete confusion.

I finally muster up the strength in my legs and arms to pull myself off of the couch. I grab my purse and take it with me to the bathroom. I find I have several missed calls and a voicemail from Santiago.

"Scar, I need you to meet me ASAP at our location," He sucks in a worried breath. "I love you, sobrina."

I take in a breath and sit on the edge of the bathroom tub, holding the phone with everything in me.

"There's a problem with the- who the fuck is at my door?"

I listen to him as he sits the phone down and walks to the door.

"Ya voy!"

I hear him getting further and further from the phone and then one shot rings out and quickly, silence fills the room. My heart stops along with the gunshot. Time stands still and nothing moves.

I find myself thinking the same thoughts as I did 13 years ago.

"They will pay, tió"

I fight the tears back as I continue listening to the call and I hear Santiago's killer moving around as if he's searching for something. I hear glasses being shattered and more movement. I can tell they're looking for something, but whatever it is it won't be there, Santiago was too careful.

I hear the killer speaking and I struggle to make it out. I grab my purse and shuffle through it, looking for something to write on when I find a receipt and lip liner.

I spend what seems like an eternity replaying the killer's voice.

I know for sure he's Italian, but he's too far away. I need to get this to the lab. I hear the doorknob twisting and I hurry and stuff everything in my purse, making sure to save the voicemail.

"I just need a minute!" I call out, but it's too late. He's standing in the doorway.