This is ridiculous.
If I had any doubts that I shouldn’t have fucked this guy, they’re all gone now.
Nico grabs my arm, halting me in my tracks. “Where do you think you’re going,bitch?”
Before I can reign in my emotions, I throw my scalding coffee at his crotch, watching with a neutral face as he drops to the floor, screaming.
“You whore!” Nico howls, rolling around the floor in agony.
“Please refrain from calling me a whore.” My tone is cold now, devoid of any emotion. If he wants to regress to his caveman bullshit, then why should I be the bigger person?
“Make me,” he hisses, getting up from the floor, hand still protectively cupped over his junk.
“If you want a brat tamer, look somewhere else. I’m not applying for the position.”
I head for the door, but Nico moves quickly, throwing his body at me to send us both tumbling to the floor, the coffee cup shattering beside us.
Before he can overpower me, I reach for his balls and tug as hard as I can, completely incapacitating him.
“Asshole!”
He howls loudly, letting me go.
It seems we’re back to square one. Nico has made it clear that he can’t be trusted with this much freedom.
This time, I don’t bother getting him to the bed to tie him up. I duct tape his naked, defiant body to the wooden column in the kitchen, right there and then.
It takes an entire roll of tape, of which I luckily always keep plenty—because is there anything more useful than duct tape?
Nico tries to resist, but nothing like a kick to the balls to turn a grown man into a baby, and he’s no different.
Whining and cursing, he spits at my face.
“Stop that.” I wack him across the cheek again with my backhand. Usually, I have more restraint than that, butusually, I’m not this emotionally invested in the people I’m tying up.
“I should’ve known you’d be as fucked as the rest of your family,” I say, my breath panting from the struggle as I pour myself another cup of coffee.
Blind rage courses through my veins, and it takes every bit of self-control not to dump the entire plunger of coffee onto the naked brute on the floor.
“You don’t know shit,” Nico spits.
“Really? The Riccis aren’t the biggest assholes of all the crime families?” I raise my eyebrow for effect, staring him down.
The weight of my words hits him like a ton of bricks, and for a second, he drops his guard, letting the darkness cloud his face. “How long have you known?” His words are barely a whisper.
I shrug, my tone bitter, “Since the start.”
“And you didn’t rat me out?”
“Foolish, I know, right?”
It’s his one chance to repent, to beg, but he chooses the wrong path. “I always knew you were a stupid bitch,” Nico says as the meanest snarl contorts his face into something twisted.
I don’t bother justifying his remark with a verbal response. Instead, I cut off a strip of duct tape and shut him up, taping it over his lips.
Grabbing my phone and my coffee, I head out before Nico can push any more of my buttons.
The porch smells like piss, so I take my coffee to the beach, desperate for space, for air—I need tothink.
