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  Frank hurried up the sidewalk with my men trailing behind him. He saw my expression and slowed down. After several pushes from Hank the beast, he sped up his pace.

  “It’s done. The FBI thinks you’re dead and that Antonio is alive,” said Frank.

  He has taken a risk not bringing Sergi’s sister to me. That can only mean one thing. She was never in their custody. “Where is Tatiana Ivanor? Why isn’t she here?

  “I told you that she was in our custody. I don’t have access to her,” said Frank.

  “Lies. You work in the same building with her and have placed her on a special project with you. Did you think you could protect her from me? I thrust him against the nearest tree pressing his back into the bark.

  “I did place her on the project, but I can’t bring her to you. She works for the National Security Agency now, and can’t be touched,” said Frank.

  “You do too. Am I touching you?” I released him.

  “Do you remember what I said happens to liars?” I nodded at Hank who removed his serrated blade from his pocket.

  “No. Don’t cut off my tongue. Please,” said Frank. He took off running when Hank let him take two steps before shooting both of his kneecaps. What does it say about me that Hank was one of my favorite men? Hank is a sadist and I’m a cold-hearted bastard.

  A blood trail followed Frank as Hank threw him at my feet. Hank crawled over him, snatching his tongue from his begging lips. After my quick nod, Hank got to work. Frank’s screams became whimpers as his lying tongue was removed and tossed into the sea.

  I stepped back. This suit was one of my favorite and blood never comes out. His blood wasn’t worth ruining my three-thousand-dollar suit.

  “Frank. You lied about something else. I know that it was you who got Sergi picked up on trafficking and you who made him rat. You no doubt thought he would get me killed and you’d be free.”

  I kicked him in the face. I placed my knee in the center of his chest. “Your wife and daughter were killed five minutes after you went to work. His eyes swung to Hank who tossed him pictures of his dead family. Frank’s whimpers were loud.

  “A bullet would’ve been merciful, but they died slow, paying for your crimes.” I pulled out my gun and placed it in his face.

  “This is for Antonio. I’ll see you in hell.” I backed up, attached the silencer, and unloaded the clip in his head and heart. My clothes were saturated with his blood. The splatters of blood clouded my vision as I stood there a second more. This was an image I never wanted to forget.

  4

  Tatiana

  I was sure I wanted Larry and Greg out of my house, but now that they are gone, I feel like calling them back. Why? Sergi doesn’t do drugs but why would he sell out anybody and think he could live. His call to me now makes sense. He knows that the mafia will find him. My appetite had left me.

  Walking into my office I look out the blinds. A black sedan was parked down the street. Larry and Greg may have told me the truth, but they didn’t want to. I’m comforted that they are watching me, even if they are trying to find my brother. If the mafia does come for me, I hope they stop them before they get me.

  Glancing at my security system on the wall I walk over to it and activate it. What the hell? The system isn’t working. Normally it chimes and activates but not today. Did someone tamper with it? Who am I kidding? I always forget to turn the dang thing on. It’s not like I have enemies, and I don’t live in the ghetto. Crime is everywhere, but I’ve lived here all my life, and we don’t see much crime in this neighborhood.

  Flopping down in the chair at my desk leafing through the stack of monthly bills, I get depressed for a whole new reason. I’m in debt up to my eyeballs, and I need this promotion at work. I am not certain I can have a career in the government when my brother is a fugitive on the run from the mafia. Just when things were looking up, I’m knocked right back down. My hands still on the brown envelop when relief floods my belly like a hot cocoa. At least I paid the alarm company.

  Booting up my desktop computer I decide knowledge is power. If there is a chance this Antonio Mancini is coming after me, I need to at least know how he looks. Part of me had hoped that a google search wouldn’t return any results. This is Antonio. Damn. He was hot. Slap your mother hot. He looked like an Italian stallion rather than a mafia kingpin. How does a mafia man normally look like? One thing for certain, no matter how attractive he looks, I never want to stare into those eyes.

  Oddly enough my stomach growled. I tear my eyes away from the countless articles calling him a ghost that you never want to see. After munching on some celery, I head to bed. Sleep is the last thing I want to do, but why stay up. My eyes feel like sands inside them, and I just need this day to end. Tomorrow will be a better day but tonight sucks. My brain will work better with at least three hours of sleep. After checking my house for intruders, I climb into bed. Unlike I normally do, I wear pajamas to bed. Well, a tee-shirt and panties. However, if something happens, I’d rather not run out into the night naked if I don’t have to. Moving my cellphone near my leg, and the gun under my pillow I tried to rest.

  Suddenly, my eyes fly open. What was that? Something is off. The house is creaking but it’s not that. I can feel the phone at my thigh. Focusing on my breathing, I don’t move. Someone is in my house. I can smell him. A faint aroma that would normally be as sexy as hell has my bladder quivering to release.

  If I’m lucky its some random teenager, but I can’t take the chance. Reaching for my gun I hopped from the bed and flipped on the light. Squinting against the brightness that flooded into the room, I sprang into the bathroom. My heart pounded in my chest as I yanked the shower curtain aside.

  My walk-in closet was next. I have lost my element of surprise. That is if I ever had one to begin with. I was sleeping just a few minutes ago, so there’s no telling how long someone’s been in my house. I want to believe they are long gone, but I feel it in my gut that they are still here. Opening the closet door, I creep inside and come face to face with him. Antonio Mancini.

  “Move and I’ll blow your head off.” I have my gun pointed at his head, and the safety is off.

  He raises his eyebrows like I’ve asked him to the local coffee shop. “A forty-five. Uhm. I am more impressed with your black lace panties. Does it have a pocket in the back?”

  Why isn’t he shitting in his pants? What am I missing?

  He starts moving toward me.

  “Take one more step and I’ll shoot.” I put both hands underneath the gun focusing on the center of his head.

  “Drop it,” he said. The cold barrel of a gun was pressed to the back of my skull.

  Damn. I am dead either way. I screwed up. I should have shot then asked questions later. Why did I think I’d caught him? He must have been waiting for me, but why in the closet?

  “I want your murder to look like a simple robbery. Do you know who I am?” asked Vincenzo.

  “You’re Antonio Mancini.”

  Damn. He will hunt down Sergi and kill him. He’s the monster you hope to never meet. Why did Sergi get involved with the mafia?

  “Wrong. I am Vincenzo. My brother wouldn’t harm a hair on your head, I’m debating whether to spread your thighs before torturing you.” He leaned up against the wall.

  This man who could melt any woman’s panties just from a picture intended to rape me. Hell no. “I’ll take the torture for one hundred please.”

  “In case you’re slow, that’s a gun pointed at the base of your skull. You can’t leave this closet alive, so accept your fate.”

  I have. He’s right I can’t leave my closet alive, but neither will he. I can save Sergi one last time. “I will die here, but so will you. You won’t ever touch Sergi.”

  “Is he worth dying for? He left you here to die for him,” said Vincenzo.

  My finger pressed on the trigger. Pain shot through me. Blood pouring out the back. My gun now in Vincenzo’s hand. A blond-haired giant stood over me. He was the one tha
t hit me in the head with the gun.

  “Any last words?” said Vincenzo.

  “Go fuck yourself.” I winced when the blonde giant kicked me in my rib.

  He pulled out a knife and wiped it clean on his handkerchief before bending over me.

  Maybe I will be lucky, and he will cut a main artery and I won’t have to be tortured. I hope Sergi is caught by the FBI. No one ever needs to die like this.

  “Don’t cut her tongue off. I’ve got plans for that tongue,” said Vincenzo.

  Was that sadness in the giant’s eyes? It’s odd. The giant is going to torture and kill me, yet I am trembling because Vincenzo is coming closer. I may die. I may get tortured, but I won’t give this sick bastard what he wants.

  “Where’s your balls? Does he tell you when to piss too?” I glared at the giant. He lifted his hand.

  “Don’t hit her. She needs to be conscious for what I have planned. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she pays,” said Vincenzo.

  Well, manipulation isn’t working. Must I do everything myself? Grabbing the knife, I tried to stab myself. The giant wrapped his hand around my neck like a handcuff. My vision blurred and darkness ensued.

  5

  Vincenzo

  Tatiana Ivanor was an enigma. I would be lying if I said that my cock didn’t get hard from just standing in this ugly closet with her pointing that gun at my head. She had more balls than most men. If I’m honest, she had more courage than anyone that I’ve met.

  She’s beautiful. Most women do not go to great lengths to hide their beauty. Her beauty is not like that of a model. It’s more of a seductive beauty. If I had seen her under different circumstances, I would stop at nothing to make her mine. I wasn’t lying when I told her I was debating sliding between her thighs. A part of me felt raw that I could not make her my submissive.

  My lifestyle doesn’t allow me to let anyone close since they would be a target. A woman is a weakness. I avoid weaknesses at all cost, so I pay prostitutes to submit to my kinky fetishes. There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman submitting to you.

  Women who get paid to do you aren’t submissive. They smiled and hide their aversions to kinks behind a fake mask of enjoyment. I’ve never mastered self-denial, and at thirty-five I’m not about to start. She set an infernal in me. Time to extinguish it. I am going to make her forget she hates me.

  “Sorry boss. She left me no choice,” said Hank. He tossed her over his shoulder like a fifty-pound sack of dog food.

  “You lost your temper with her. I’ll be the only one to discipline her.” A flicker of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he knew to keep that shit to himself. I’ll have to watch my men closely around her. The spitfire is courageous, and her beauty would challenge any man’s loyalty.

  “When you’ve had your way with her can I have her?” asked Hank.

  Hell no. She belongs to me. I shouldn’t care what happens to her, that is too merciful, yet I can’t bring myself to give her to him. It hurts too much.

  “She’s off-limits.” I run my black Italian leather gloves along her dresses. The lavender scent is calming. I need to be calm. Rummaging through her dresses seeing all that skimpy underwear had created a fire inside me. A fire that reached raging level as soon as she opened her mouth.

  I’ve never been in a woman’s closet that was so hideous. There was nothing in here besides the satin panties in her drawer that should be salvaged. She should pay me for burning her house down. Her temper will be epic when I tell her I burnt down her house. It’s all I can do not to slap her face until she awakes.

  We are at a safe distance when Hank pushes the button. Her house blows up and I marvel at the flames before me. Glancing at her slumped body on my leather seats, I once again long to wake her up. The female body they find in her house won’t be hers, but she’ll be reported as dead, with her blood acting as DNA evidence.

  I’ve always been partial to women with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m surprised her dark hair intrigues me. Her green eyes are like precious rubies. Is it as soft as it looks? Reaching out I touch the silky strands before pulling it to my nose. Brown sugar. She smells like a baker’s wife, but somehow it fits her. She looks so peaceful sleeping.

  Tomorrow is a big day. I’m going to kill Carlos Ramirez and the message isn’t just Carlos. Sergi will know that I am coming for him. I need to sleep since I haven’t closed my eyes since Antonio died, but I’m as hard as steel.

  Home sweet home. We’re at the Magic Casino. I am amazed that this business makes just as much money as my drug empire. If I hadn’t been born into the mafia, I could’ve been an ordinary business mogul. Hank pulls into the parking garage where after I push a button the cement wall opens, and we ride inside.

  Placing my handprint on the wall I wait for the door to open. Walking through the hidden passages I stop at the first room on the left, where we interrogate people. “Lock her up in there. Get Sebastian to patch her up. You’re her guard.”

  “Why me?” Hank stands there puzzled.

  Hank is trying to figure me out. Good luck. Many head doctors have tried and failed.

  “You’re the only one I trust with her. If you doubt yourself, I can have Francisco watch her.” Francisco and Hank are sworn enemies, and they want to slice each other’s throats. I’m the only reason they won’t gut each other like fish.

  “He will fall at her feet as soon as he sees her green eyes, besides, he’ll be jealous I get to watch her,” said Hank.

  Heading through one of the bathrooms I close the door. Moving the brass ring on the wall a secret entrance opens in the wall. I wait just inside the wall as the entrance closed. My huge master bedroom that is four rooms made into one is down the hall. It’s exquisitely adorned with all the amenities a man could want, and I use that room to fuck in. I don’t fuck where I sleep.

  The small room looks insignificant, but it is my room. Mom slept here. When she got up in age, and I needed to care for her like she did me when I was a youngster. Her perfume lingers on the drapes, and I must close my eyes to see her happily in here reading a dirty romance book. The only time I sleep is when I am in this room.

  Walking down the hall to my room I strip my clothes off on the way to the shower. I need relief. Fifteen minutes later I’m out the shower clean and refreshed. Sleep will evade me tonight.

  “Boss, she’s being difficult,” said Hank.

  I turn to face the intercom. She should lay there meek and allow me to forget her presence if that’s even possible, but instead, she demands my attention. It will cost her.

  “Handle it, Hank.”

  Hank’s pause made me drop the towel.

  “She fought Maria. Can I sedate her?” asked Hank.

  “Bring her here.” The hellcat fought Maria. I intend to spank that perfect ass until its red with my handprint. Maria is as old as dirt. She had to be pushing ninety-five years old and no one disrespects Maria. Not even me.

  Walking to my dresser, I pull the belt out my drawer. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I can feel her.

  6

  Tatiana

  “Damn,” said Tatiana.

  When Hank dragged me through what seemed like a never-ending hallway I didn’t expect to face with the devil. I should’ve been paying attention, so I could escape, but I was too busy trying not to get my arm pulled out of its socket. The more I grunted in pain the harder he dragged me.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  Yes. My treacherous body betrayed me as I felt my nipples harden underneath my tee shirt. “Put some clothes on.”

  “Leave us,” said Vincenzo.

  Part of me wanted to look at the floor where his towel lay discarded next to the intercom. He was magnificent. His broad chest was rippled with muscles and various tattoos. My eyes keep dropping below his waist. He was huge. I’m a virgin, so I don’t know how big it’s supposed to be but judging by the occasional dick pics that I’m sent over social media, his is epic.

  “I ask
ed you a question.”

  I kept stepping back until there was nowhere to run. I can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that his nakedness scares me the most. If I give him an inch, he will take a whole damn mile.

  “I don’t repeat myself, but I’ll make an exception in this case.”

  “What?” He wound his hand around my throat. His hard curves pressed against me. It was too much. I couldn’t seem to focus as I felt his hard length against me.

  “You’ve made it easy to decide your fate. I tried to leave you alone, but you didn’t let me,”

  “You’re on top of me.” I lick my lips. I feel his hand run down my shirt.

  “Your fate was sealed when you showed me you wanted me too.”

  “I don’t want you.” Mom always said my big mouth would get me in trouble. I guess today is that day.

  “I’m only going to tell you once. Don’t lie to me.” His fingers tightened around my throat, and he lifted me up off the floor.

  Clawing at his fingers were futile, but I tried anyway. The vein in my head pulsated and my vision blurred. My strength was fading fast. Panic clenched my stomach as I tried one last time. His fingers loosened around my neck, and he carried me to the bed.

  “Tell me the truth.”

  “I hate you.” He tossed me on the bed. I bounced once and began to cough trying to force air through my lungs.

  “The feelings mutual.” He snatched my leg and lifted it back on the bed.

  “I’m ready to go back with Hank.” I was good and trapped underneath him. He felt like he weighed a ton. Getting out of this room was impossible. At least getting out alive.

  “I don’t give a damn.” He yanked my hands up above my head. One of his hands held both of mine so I couldn’t fight him.