The moment I go past them, one of them, Matteo, turns his head toward me and screams,
"Hey, Rag! Did you hear what happened?"
That’s new. None of them have ever asked me anything about the events in the fortress.
"No, I heard gunshots, but stayed by the planters on the east side."
"Good! And keep your mouth shut. That’s not your business!"
He should be the one taking his own advice. I only nod and rush away toward the lavender beds.
But what’s going on in my head? Better not to ask.
It’s a fucking mess in there. I just really went too far this time.
In every possible way.
SUN
Numb, I’m lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
I just got back from the basement, where I had to fuck Anzo. Fortunately, Summer was with us once again, and thanks to him I was able to go through with it.
Anzo got back late today, and when he dragged us into the black room, surprisingly, he didn’t say much about the whole Vito, Massimo, and Franco fucked-up situation.
He just growled, "You’re starting to cost me too many men. It’s getting really annoying," then warned me not to push my luck—’cause next time I’d be the one getting punished, and that he’s not going to let me be the reason problems start brewing inside the fortress.
When I told him it’s not my fault those idiots tried to rape me, he shocked me so hard I couldn’t coordinate my muscles for several minutes.
"A lesson for you: don’t go looking for trouble. Don’t wander around where the soldiers are. Be careful, or your garden privileges are gone, since you clearly don’t know how to use them wisely."
Of course, I don’t say what I really want to: that maybe he should talk to his men, since they evidently don’t respect him enough to stop themselves from trying to rape his own fucktoy.They’re ready to break one of the most important mafia rules: the one that says no one can hit on another member’s partner. And especially a capo’s boy should be off-limits. So what the hell?
What does that say abouthim?
But the longer I think about it, the less surprising it seems. I get why Anzo doesn’t command much respect when it comes to sexual dominance. He’s a beta. None of the alphas under him are ever going to see him as a true pack leader, it’s just not in his nature.
I once watched a docuseries about the mafia where the capo spoke to hissoldatialmost exclusively in AO language, giving commands through vibrations, roars, and growls. He’d control their moods with dominant pheromones, keep them in line, dial down their aggression, all without saying a word.
As a beta, Anzo just can’t do it.
On some level, he seems to accept that. Technically, he’s their leader, like a CEO of a company, but he doesn’t radiate that kind of animal power, that stallion energy.
He can’t smell their pheromones. He lacks a very important source of information about their emotional state. He can’t hear the full spectrum of AOs' language, can’t pick up their low growls.
So yeah, they obey him, but their respect, as fertile, high-libido, high-energy alphas, has its limits.
I suspect Rocco, as his second-in-command, does this part of the job for him, pheromonally regulating the energy of the alpha soldiers. That’s one of the reasons Anzo may be more lenient toward his underboss—without him, his rulership over thesoldatiwould be very fragile, their animal side would be prone to rebelling.
It’s officially my sixth day here. Fourth time I’ve had to fuck him. Every time it happens, it feels like a piece of my soul gets chipped away.
But today… today I managed to steal one tiny piece of it back.
I fucked with the hot gardener. Ragnar.
A fucking purple alpha, as it seems!
Didn’t exactly plan on it, but went with the flow of energy. The fact itself lifts my mood. Barely. Really, just barely. But enough to survive another day. And one that already went so crazy I don’t even want to think about what shit happened near the gazebo. And the strange rescue by Luca and Mauro? Secrets, secrets…
