Chapter 26
“Get him fitted for a pair of shoes.”
Anyone outside the lifestyle wouldn’t know what that meant.
Cement shoes were a mobster signature move.
It wasn’t something you’d read about in the paper.
Made men don’t gloat about their art of getting rid of people—at least not the smart ones.
There was no chance unless someone ratted you out and no one dared to rat on Emilio.
I’ve heard the rumors; Alfie is even terrified of him.
He’d never speak of it, but I knew he witnessed how far Emilio would go to punish those who crossed the DeCarlo Family.
Aria was in town; she alternated her weeks between Chicago and California. How she managed to handle the travel and excessive work was impressive. When Luca was busy entertaining Aria, Emilio gave me his attention. I gave myself to him willingly in any way he wanted.
Wearing a sheer see-through mini cami dress with thin straps, Emilio had me positioned on his marble dining room table on display to his liking. I remained on my knees, spread apart with my hands held behind my back, waiting for him to return from the call that disrupted our session.
Walking back into the room, Emilio was fully dressed in a black suit carrying a small black satin pouch. “Are you okay to stay here for a bit? I need to step out.”
“Okay,” I was disappointed, but asking me to stay meant he would return soon to continue this.
“I want to come back to you begging for it.” Standing at the end of the table, he demands, “Come to me.”
placing on my hands on the table, I crawl to him.
When I reach where he is, I sit up straight onto my bare ass.
Emilio ripped the sheer fabric off my body and tossed it to the side while we never break eye contact.
He reaches into the pouch he placed on the table and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
Taking the cuffs, he locks them around my ankles—the metal was cold and sent a shiver through me.
They were snug against my skin and kept my legs from moving apart.
Next, Emilio pulls out the rope and ties my hands together before me, leaving one end out.
“Really,” I asked. "This is how you want me to beg for you?” Looks more like I’m being held hostage.
He ignored my comment and hopped onto the table, holding the pouch in hand.
Taking the loose end of the rope, he drags me back to the center of the table.
His shoes sounding against the table echoed in the room.
Without saying a word, I let him continue.
I trusted him. Emilio ties the loose end of the rope to the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Looking up at him as he stood on the table looking down at me, he opened the pouch to pull out a long chain.
I was confused when I saw the chain had four ends with clamps attached.
My eyes widened; I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or excited.
With a smirk, Emilio pushes my hair behind my shoulders, then takes two clamps and attaches one to each nipple.
I suck in air as I adjust to the pressure.
Emilio got down on his knee, grabbing the other two clamps, and I gulped as I waited to see where they would go.
Using two fingers, Emilio separates the lips of my pussy, causing me to gasp as the air hits my clit; after waiting a few seconds and watching my reaction, he places one clamp on each labia.
Immediately, a moan escaped my mouth, and I was lightly panting.
“I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.” Emilio places a kiss on my forehead and then tugs on the chain.
“Oh fuck,” I reply, breathless for words.
Sliding off the table, Emilio looks at me and shoots me a wink before leaving. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to find me begging for it. I don’t think I can last; my body was reacting, and if my hands were free, I’d be handling things myself.
I don’t know how long I was there, but when I heard the door open, I propped myself up in a desirable position.
The sound of shoes on the floor getting closer was stimulating my body to prepare for what was to come.
I needed Emilio inside me immediately. But instead of Emilio, who enters the room, it is his sister Cassie.
“Ugh,” she huffed, shaking her head, “I knew my brother was doing something stupid, but I didn’t think this stupid.”
Embarrassed, I tried to scrunch my body as though that would help hide anything. Cassie jumps onto the table and begins to untie the rope from the chandelier; my arms collapse beside me.
Cassie was mumbling to herself the entire time, “The DeCarlo sister. Of course. Pick the most off-limits person he could.”
Without shame, Cassie removes the clamps gently from my nipples and then labia. I was ashamed that my arms were too numb to remove them myself.
“It wasn’t him,” I replied. “I made him.”
Cassie didn’t want to hear any excuse, “That doesn’t make the situation any better. Not that you would care what happens to him.”
“I do.”
“If you did, honey, then you wouldn’t be naked on his table, all tied up.” She looks at my ankles. Then, she looks around the table until she sees the black satin pouch. Pulling a key out, she uncuffs my ankles.
“He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone,” I comment.
“My brother keeps his word,” Cassie replied without looking at me.
“All he said was to come untie someone at his place because he would be awhile. So he didn’t tell me a thing.
” I give her a look, and she scoffs. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not saying a word.
I don’t want my brother to die over some broad. ”
Trying not to sound insulted, “I’m not some broad.”
I always thought broad described a street girl or a classless lady.
“To me, you’re some broad. Unfortunately, you’re also a DeCarlo.”
“Your brother is Consigliere. That’s an honor.” I swing my legs off the table and get onto my feet.
“Yes. But fucking your boss’s sister is not.” Cassie walks out of the room, returns with a blanket, and tosses it to me. “God forbid anyone finds out and tells Luca, one of us will be losing a brother.”
“Luca wouldn’t hurt Emilio.” I wrap myself in the blanket.
“You sound so sure of it,” Cassie spit out. “Emilio is all I have left. And if anyone takes him away from me, they will pay for it.”
I thought she was ready to rip my head off.
She walks off again, leaving me behind. Cassie scared me.
She was a wild beauty, almost the male version of Emilio.
I never interacted with her directly; she didn’t care about faking nice.
To me, she was intimidating. Cassie wasn’t the kind of girl to fall in line because she was told to.
Walking into Emilio’s room, I get dressed and grab my things. When I walked out, Cassie was still there drinking gin straight. Next to the bottle of gin was wine and a glass.
Cassie nodded her head to the wine, “Want a drink?”
Surprised by her sudden change of mood, I took it as an opportunity to get to know her, but she seemed to have an agenda of her own.
“What’s the deal with this Aria?” she asked as I sat.
I pour myself some wine and reply, “What exactly do you want to know?”
“She’s banging your brother, right?”
I laugh, “That’s a question you need to ask him directly.”
“She gets around,” Cassie said as she downed another shot. “She is good-looking, though; I can see why my husband is attracted to her.”
I remembered what Emilio had said: she was married to the guy who faked his death and became the Consigliere to the Cassariano Family.
“You’re still married to him?” I questioned.
“Well, I thought I was a widow for years until we found out he was alive. My brother said Gio be done for if he stepped foot in Chicago.”
“Wasn’t he here recently?”
Cassie gave me the side eye, “Thanks to that bitch.”
“But Emilio hasn’t…”
She knew what I was implying, “Like I said. Thanks to that bitch. You know how it is—they shoot you with ‘It’s part of the plan’ or ‘We have a deal.’ Blah blah blah.”
I was all too familiar with that. “How did you find out he was alive?”
Cassie downed a shot, “Another story for another day.”
We sat there drinking and just talking about life. Things we wish we did and things we wished we didn’t. Chances we should have taken and ones that were taken from us. She dove into her childhood, and I didn’t realize how rough they had it. One thing we had in common was how we both lost a sibling.
“Emilio was the one to find her. She was in the bathtub,” Cassie recalls choking up. “She was a kid. Emilio always blamed himself. He was a street kid and thinks she wouldn’t have done it if he were home more.”
It was a heartbreaking story. In my opinion, it’s worse than Marco’s death. Being in the lifestyle, there’s the chance you won’t live, but to find someone who took their own life wasn’t just heartbreaking but a devastating shock.
“How did your parents take it?”
Cassie poured another shot, “What parents? We don’t even know if the three of us have the same father. Our mom was a junkie in and out of rehab. She dropped dead last year; cheers to that.”
We hear the door open, and Emilio appears to find us drunk on his sofa.
“I see you both are having fun,” Emilio walks over and takes Cassie’s almost empty bottle of gin.
“You like them young now, huh?” Cassie spits out with a smirk.
Emilio sucked his teeth. “I told you to come in, do what I said, and then leave.”
Cassie laughed, “Kinda hard to leave when I see who’s tied up.”
Getting to my feet, I said, “I’m going to use the restroom before I go.”
I stumbled a bit, but Emilio caught me in time before I fell. “I’m taking both of you home.”
I managed to get myself to the bathroom and back in one piece but stopped in the hallway when I heard Emilio and Cassie speaking. They whispered but it echoed through the room, and they must’ve not realized I would be able to hear them. Standing in the hallway, I listened.
“You’re a sucker for chicks with big tits,” Cassie said.
“Relax, Cass. It’s just sex.”
“Does she know that?”
“Of course.”
“Girls like her get attached. If you break her heart, you’re screwed. End it. Now.”
I remained silent the entire car ride, playing on being drunk.
My head leaned onto the window as I watched the buildings pass by.
Emilio drove up the private ramp to reach the parking garage on my floor.
He parked and exited the car to open the door for me.
The summer heat entered the AC-filled car.
Helping me out of the car, I force a smile, “You don’t need to walk me to my door.”
“A gentleman always walks a lady to her door.”
It was a nice gesture, even though Cassie’s words buzzed in my head. Did people think I was that fragile-minded? A ball of emotion was stuck in my throat. I knew this was just sex, and I knew one day it would end, but the thought that it would happen sooner than expected was making me sad.
“You’re a quiet drunk,” Emilio said as we walked down the hall.
“Just not feeling well,” I replied, forcing another smile. We reach my door, and I turn to face him. “Thanks for the ride.”
“I’ll have your car parked in your spot before you need it for tomorrow.” Emilio pulls me in and places a kiss on my forehead. His lips were plump, and the softness against my skin felt soothing. “Goodnight, Bethany.”
He waited until I let myself in. As I shut the door, I lean against it, my head tilted upward. Shit. I was that girl. When did it happen? Like a rug pulled out from under me, nothing was there to break my fall. The end was coming. I could feel it, and I wasn’t ready.