Page 44 of His Vicious Desire
“Gaetano, wait.”
Keeping my back to her, I do.“What, princess?”
“I’m sorry.For everything.”
I don’t respond.There’s nothing to say.
The door is barely closed behind me when my cell phone rings.It’s Sandro.
“Bring them to me.To the room in the desert.”
He doesn’t need to know they’re already there.I wanted time with them to make them suffer.“I’ll call you when they’re ready for you.”
That won’t be until their voices give out from the pain.I don’t need them talking to Sandro and telling him they’ve been there since last night.
Bianca
They were already dead.Gaetano hadn’t dropped it at scaring them.He either killed them already or had them and was torturing them now.Because of me.Because I called Bobby for help, I want to be angry at Bobby, but I can’t be.There’s no one to blame but me.
Sandro told me constantly to pick my friends better.And I finally, finally get it.There were things Destiny said and did before that never sat right with me.It was gross the way she wanted to sleep with men on a list, not men she wanted, but because they were nothing more than trophies.There was a reason I never introduced her to Sandro.
This is so fucked up.God, my mom wasn’t wrong.This world of the mafia is nothing more than death and pain.What Destiny and Gary did was fucked up.Why couldn’t I be the one to say when they had paid enough?
I never should have called Sandro crying.All I wanted was the comfort of my big brother.But he’s notjustmy big brother—he’s mafia.And as far as he was concerned, a slight to me was the same as one to him, and only blood would be enough to pay for that slight.
If I had calmed the fuck down and waited to ask him over brunch today, it would have… no, Gaetano already had them.My mother didn’t want me in this world, and I was out, but I was the one who called Bobby.I called Bobby because it was easy.Bobby would have let them live—it’s why I called him.But somehow, it became Gaetano instead.Gaetano, who I still dreamed of at night and touched myself to when the lights were out, and no one could hear me say his name.
Gaetano who looked at me like he wanted to kiss me while he had his hands around my throat squeezing it at the same time.He didn’t look at me like that when I was in his home.Something had changed in him, and I’m wondering if he’ll do anything about it now.
Gaetano
Sandro’s face is filled with disgust.“You cut out her tongue?”
I shrug.“She kept saying shit about how Bianca deserved it.That it was the only way Bianca would ever get fucked—if someone raped her.I might have let my temper get away from me.”
The bitch was also too damn talkative.If I’d allowed her to keep her tongue, she would have told him how she’s been here for almost a day—not the last four hours.Thankfully, when I called him four hours ago, he was in a meeting with Luca and couldn’t get away.So I told him I would be working on them until he got here.
His face hardens.“I don’t understand women like this.And him?”He yanks back the guy’s head from where it fell on his chest.The guy was on the edge of death from loss of blood.Gary’s eyes were empty sockets.“Jesus, Gaetano.”
“The bastard has raped more women than he can remember.His plan was to kidnap Bianca on her own and enjoy her.He let her go last night because he wanted to take his time without his sister nearby.”How I kept myself from killing him when he said it, I’ll never know.“I figured I’d give you the honor of cutting off his cock.”
“Good job.I’ll be taking my time.”I get the message and leave him to it.
Although the place is referred to as the room in the desert, it’s actually a wartime bunker of more than three thousand square feet built into the sand almost eighty miles outside of Vegas.We store our overflow of weapons and drugs here.A tiny two-bedroom house appears abandoned with a large empty barn.The entrance to the bunker is covered with hay in the barn.The eight acres the property sits on are fenced in, and cameras are everywhere to keep an eye on the property.
We run an incinerator here to dispose of the bodies when we’re done torturing them or if we simply need a place to get rid of someone who needed to be killed to keep our business running smoothly.While the Outfit had an interest in a mortuary and used the crematorium, it’s only during the off hours, and sometimes it’s easier to take the trip out here.
My phone rings, and the ringtone causes me to stop breathing.It’s the ringtone I assigned Bianca.Shit.I take the stairs two at a time to the topside.
“What?”
“Did you kill him?”
“Kill who?”I know exactly who she means.My hope is she drops this.“As if I would admit to anything over the phone.Where are you?”
She sighs.“Never mind.I’m back at the hotel fixing up my room.”
“Stay there in your castle where it’s safe.”Where I can’t get to her.
