7. Ignacio
S hoving the woman into the torture room gives me a vicious glee. Especially knowing that Lio is on his way. While I enjoy torture, Lio has not only learned from the best, but often takes it one step further. It’s only the addition of my Little Mouse that worries me.
I know Lio chose him to be his Second, but fuck, everything in me screams to keep Benjamin safe. And I know if I don’t get over this attitude, not only will my Little Mouse have something to say, so will Lio, and I do not want to piss him off. Especially right now. Not with Il Padrone missing.
Lio is volatile on a good day. Losing his husband-to-be? Yeah, I’m waiting for the fuckery to truly begin. I’d almost pity the woman I’m locking up, because I know she’s going to be the first casualty to his insanity. But fuck that. Not when she is responsible for this whole fucking situation.
Storming into the room, Lio barely glances at me. He must have been on the move right as I texted him. Benjamin enters behind him, a silent presence. There’s a strength rolling off him that I had never thought possible, but it’s there. Now it’s just a question of if he can truly keep up with Lio’s brand of crazy.
Nodding to me, he doesn’t say a word as I back up. The woman is tied to the chair in the center of the room. There’s not an inch of give, and when I circle around her, I have a front row ticket to watching her eyes widen when Lio doesn’t stop moving.
There’s no monologue or anything. He just punches her, blood splattering on her pastel suit as her head snaps back.
Coughing, she shouts as Lio grabs a knife from the table I had waiting. “Wait! Don’t you want to talk?”
“Why the fuck would I talk when I know you helped steal my Master? You think we’re idiots here? And I sure as hell know you’re the guilty one if Ignacio picked you up. He doesn’t make mistakes. Unlike you.” Lio uses the knife to expertly slice the right arm of her suit off. “After all, we can learn everything we need to know from your electronics, you fucking cunt.”
“But no! He told me I wouldn’t get caught!” she screeches, as Lio begins to dig the knife into her skin. It may not be a deep cut, but the blood trickles down, she pulls at the restraints.
I snort at her assertion, and even Benjamin rolls his eyes. Lio doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, he crouches down and cups her jaw, almost tenderly. It’s so at odds with the violence he’s meted out that she flinches. Lio doesn’t allow it and squeezes her jaw, tsking as she tries to move.
“Now,” he murmurs, “Exactly what are you talking about? I’m happy to skin you alive and get everything from your electronics, but if you do have information, I’m willing to listen. You’d better make the decision quickly.”
Letting go of her chin, Lio stands up, backing away slightly. Benjamin moves to his side, handing him the skinning tool. The woman blanches at the sight.
Me? I’m fucking impressed. It’s like watching a ballet between Lio and Benjamin. A blood-soaked one, but still, they move in unison. Damn, it has me so fucking hard. I press against my erection, even as the woman starts spilling her secrets. I can’t wait to pin my Little Mouse to the wall after this.
“I didn’t agree to be a wedding planner for you criminals . My boss did. When I was approached to give a little information, I didn’t think it was a big deal. And if money showed up in my account, well, it was a hell of a lot more than I was making dealing with clients.
“I never knew the guy. He contacted me via phone. I’m not even sure how he got my number. But he knew my brother had overdosed when we were younger. Told me he wanted to get rid of the men who caused it,” she says with a sneer. The blood on her face from being punched didn’t do her any favors in the looks department, and neither does that. “And it turned out to be your oh-so-precious Master. He asked if I wanted to help get rid of the problem permanently. He promised I wouldn’t get caught, and yes, I was fucking proud to help! All he needed me to do was get Allesandro somewhere at a specific time, and he’d take care of the rest. And he did. Good luck getting him back alive. I hope he’s dead!”
I shake my head in amazement. Fuck . How much of a death wish does this woman have? Admitting she knew what would happen…
Lio is almost vibrating with rage, and Benjamin goes to grab him, but his fingers merely skim Lio’s clothing as he jumps forward, burying the knife into the woman’s shoulder. It’s not enough to kill her, but her screeching at least cuts off her vitriol toward our Family.
“Lio!” Benjamin’s sharp cry pulls him back and he yanks the knife out, whirling around to face my Little Mouse.
For a moment, it’s like everything stops. My own heart begins to race as I worry that Lio will shove the crimson-covered knife into my lover, that he’s that far gone. The expression on Lio’s face… I almost step back, but I don’t want to call attention to myself. It’s like facing down a fucking cobra, and yet my Little Mouse steps forward, touching Lio’s shoulder.
“Boss, you need to calm down. Do you think we’ve gotten everything from her?” Lio shudders at Benjamin’s calm voice, the insanity bleeding from his face.
“Anything we don’t have, we’ll get from her electronics. I don’t think she knows anything worthwhile. She was brought in because of her past—nothing more than a piece of shit for this mystery man to use.”
“And we likely won’t find much. It sounds like this man is playing quite a game. Otherwise, Allesandro would have just been killed outright, and for sure, she would have been silenced. He had to know you’d find her.”
“Fuck.” Lio’s exhales harshly. “It’s a damn set up. And she can’t just go missing. Fuck. Alright.”
Twisting back around, he quickly slits the woman’s throat, not sparing a thought about it. Benjamin nods in approval. “Mugging?”
“Yeah. Rip her clothes a little more, scatter some shit around. The usual. And if the cops decide to sniff around too much, we’ll make a sacrifice.”
“I’ll look into who would be best to take the fall,” Benjamin says quietly. “Go clean up. I’ve got this.”
“No, I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you and your lover boy over there go enjoy yourselves. I need you both ready to go at seven, so don’t fucking wear each other out too much.” Lio’s smirk as he stares at me says he knows exactly what this has done to me. Then again, if there’s anyone who understands blood as an aphrodisiac, it would be him.
“Thanks, Boss,” I interject, striding forward and grabbing Benjamin by the wrist. I pull him away, even as he struggles. I know he wants to show he can be the best Second, but fuck. I need him now.
Once we are out of the fun room, I push him against the wall, kissing him deeply and pressing my erection against him. Benjamin’s struggle quickly gives out and I pick him up, tossing him over my shoulder. It takes too long to get to our apartment in the mansion, and by the time I toss him down onto the bed, I’m sweating from the exertion.
“You’d better not be too tired to fuck me.” Benjamin shimmies out of his clothes, a snarl on his face that I never expected to see.
“Oh, hell no.” I fumble around for the lube, finally grabbing it as Benjamin presses his heels against the bed, raising his ass up for me perfectly. I practically whimper at the sight of his hole.
“Don’t hold back. I don’t need much prep this time.” The fact he’s already planning on the next time? Shit. Maybe it’s a good thing Lio told us to be careful with time. Despite his insistence that he won’t need as much prep, I carefully insert one finger at a time, until he’s pretty much riding three of them. Damn . The look… “If you don’t want me to get off like this, you’d better get the fuck in me.”
I remove my fingers and line up my cock to his ass, coating my length in lube before slowly pressing in, not giving him what he wants. He needs to remember he’s not the one in charge. Outside of the bedroom? He may outrank me. However, right now, he’s under me, and I’m the one fucking him.
I grab his neck, I restrict his air briefly before letting go. Leaning down, I whisper in his ear, “Who do you belong to?”
“Fuck! I belong to you!” he cries out as I drive hard into him, pegging his prostate as he goes crazy. He reaches for his cock, but I catch his hand, pinning it above him.
“You’ll come on my cock or not at all,” I snarl. “You’re fucking mine. And no matter what, you will always belong to me. You’re my Little Mouse.”
I thrust harder, my own orgasm barreling down on me, but I refuse to come until he does. I want to see him fly, to know he’s getting his pleasure from me—and only me.
Benjamin shakes, throwing his head back as he shouts out, cum spurting from his cock, covering his belly and chest. The sight of it is too much for me and I tip right over the edge, following him over into the abyss.
Shit, I think I even passed out from the intensity, because it takes me a moment to come back online fully. Blinking, I manage to shove myself off him, rolling onto the bed. Both us are breathing hard, and he pats his hand over the bed until he manages to catch my hand. Curling our fingers together, he finally gasps out, “I’ve always been yours.”
Smiling, I can’t help but exhale in pleasure—and relief. “Good. Now, let’s get a shower so we can take a nap. We don’t want to be late to the meeting.”
“Oh, fuck no. Not while I’m still trying to get used to this whole Second thing. It’s fucking scary as shit.”
Standing, I help him off the bed. I lightly nip his neck before cupping the side of his face. “You’re doing great already.”
He barks a laugh as he shakes his head. “I must be doing well enough if it sends you into a He-Man impression. And no, I’m definitely not complaining. It certainly gives me incentive to get even better.”
I press my lips together, unable to say a word as he sashays to the bathroom. Fuck . My Little Mouse is going to kill me one of these days. And what a fucking way to go.