10
Alessio
One moment, I’m sitting in the corner, waiting for my target to walk in.
The next, I’m staring at her—the Sirena , barely covered by a damp, useless towel, her red hair dripping, clinging to her flushed skin.
My grip tightens around my knife, the one I intended to use to scare her, to remind her exactly what kind of man I am.
But instead, it’s ready for play time in her soaked, trembling cunt.
A blade meant for fear is now a tool of pleasure.
Her breathing is ragged and uneven.
Water beads along her collarbone, trailing lower, disappearing between her breasts.
She’s shaking, not from fear, not anymore.
My pulse pounds, but it’s not just anger pulsing through me.
Fuck me.
Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
The interruption snaps me out of whatever the fuck I’m doing, and I stop.
Her pupils are blown wide, I see the shock flickering through her emerald orbs, mirrored in my own chest, but I shut it down and mask it, before she can see too much.
My muscles coil tight as I force myself to back off a bit and look away.
She scrambles for the towel, trying to cover herself, but it’s a wasted effort.
I’ve already seen every fucking inch of her.
And the images of her bare and exposed are going right into my spank bank.
I exhale slowly, dragging my phone from my pocket, ignoring the tension in my body screaming for release.
This isn’t why I’m here.
But fuck me, I almost forgot that.
Alonzo’s name flashes across my phone screen, and I swipe it open, bracing for whatever mess he’s about to drop on me.
Alonzo: This isn’t good, Boss.
Me: What’s going on over there?
Alonzo: The old lady is on death’s door.
She either needs to be put out of her misery or she needs a doctor.
I grind my teeth, irritation rolling through me like a slow-building storm.
Of course, she is.
I don’t hesitate before typing back, looking down at the one who caused it all.
Me: Call Antonio.
Get his doctor over here.
Now .
I lower the phone, exhaling through my nose.
I don’t have time for this shit.
If she dies, I’ll be dealing with a whole different kind of problem.
And right now, I have enough of those.
The hellcat under me is still squirming, trying to cover herself like that’s gonna do a damn thing.
I snatch the light blue bedsheet and wrap it around her tightly, pinning her ass down before I stand and scoop her up.
Then I toss Olivia over my shoulder like the stubborn, half-naked brat she is, storming out of the room.
She’s all wrapped up now, unable to swing at me or make any real attempts to break free, though I know she’s fucking trying.
“What are you doing?” she screeches, her legs kicking wildly.
I don’t even flinch.
Instead, I swat her ass hard, feeling her body jolt from the impact.
“Just be glad you’re still alive,” I growl.
Her body tenses, but I smack her ass again, savoring the way she squirms in my hold.
My frustration and anger boil over, making it hard to think straight.
I need to get the fuck out of here, but first, I need to call Antonio and let him know about this mess.
Cindy’s one of his most loyal employees, and this conversation is going to be a fucking disaster .
I fumble for my phone while walking to the front door, the rage still burning inside me.
This whole situation is becoming a goddamn nightmare, and I need to get it under control before things spiral even further.
I yank the door open and find Kota standing there, his face set in a serious expression, but he doesn’t ask any questions and pulls out his phone.
“Alonzo has the cars ready downstairs,” he says, barely sparing a glance at the half-naked woman slung over my shoulder.
He knows better than to ask.
I grunt in acknowledgment, following him down the stairwell.
“You can’t just take me! I’m not even dressed!” Olivia protests, her voice rising in panic.
I shift her in my arms, adjusting my grip so she’s cradled against my chest, and lock eyes with her.
“If you stay here, you’ll be dead before sunrise,” I say flatly.
“And stop pretending to be modest. You weren’t exactly shy a few minutes ago, shoving your desperate cunt in my face.”
Her face turns crimson, her wild green eyes darting around as if searching for an escape.
“If you don’t put me down, I’ll scream,” she hisses.
“So loud, the whole damn block will hear. ”
I exhale sharply, my patience wearing thin.
Before she screams, I pin her against the wall, freeing one hand.
I rip a strip from the sheet and shove it into her mouth, muffling her pathetic threats.
“Now try screaming,” I murmur, my smirk widening as she glares up at me, her cheeks flushed with fury and humiliation.
Ignoring her nonstop squirming and muffled cursing, I carry her straight through the damn lobby and out the main doors.
I’m fucking relieved no one’s in sight.
Though even if the place was packed, it wouldn’t stop me.
The waiting cars are lined up along the curb, with the engines running and ready to haul us the hell out of here.
I slide her into the backseat, securing the sheet gag before slamming the door shut.
Climbing in on the other side, I make sure she’s seat belted in so there’s no chance of her running from me this time.
Kota is up front behind the wheel with Alonzo beside him in the passenger seat.
Nathan is behind us, driving the second car.
Just as Kota shifts the car into gear, an SUV screeches to a halt in front of us.
The tires grind against the pavement, and the headlights blare through the windshield.
Of all the fucking people it’s Antonio .
I glance at Olivia, still bound and silenced in the backseat.
Fuck.
The second Antonio finds out Cindy’s circling the drain, he’ll have Olivia killed without blinking an eye.
It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s behind it.
The Commission’s no-women, no-kids rule won’t mean shit tonight.
But I can’t let that happen, not yet.
I still need answers from her.
What the hell is she searching for?
Why is she so damn desperate to run?
I need those answers before Antonio gets his hands on her.
I turn to Kota.
“Watch her,” I snap.
He glances at me through the mirror and nods.
I push the door open hard enough to make the metal groan.
My shoulders are squared as I step toward the SUV.
Antonio steps out, adjusting his cuff links like this is just another fucking day at the office.
Two of his men head into the building, leaving the other two to flank him but remain a step behind Antonio with their eyes locked on me, like they’re just waiting for the go-ahead to pounce.
I guess they are still feeling the heat from the docks, making them ballsy right now.
He better be here to check on Cindy like he mentioned earlier today, before the mess at the docks.
I’m not taking the blame for this shit.
Olivia was his employee, right under his nose.
My jaw clenches so tight it aches.
My fingers flex at my sides, my muscles coiled, ready.
This is about to get fucking messy.
I stop a few feet away, feet planted, my shoulders squared.
“If you’re here for Cindy, she’s still breathing,” I say, stopping a few feet away.
I hold his gaze, giving him nothing, for now.
Antonio tilts his head, eyes dragging over me, assessing me in his calculating way.
“That so?”
I exhale slowly, keeping my expression as calm as I can.
“She got sick. It happens.” I roll my shoulders, cracking my neck from side to side.
“Maybe you should’ve been paying closer attention to the people under your own roof.”
His smirk barely twitches.
“That’s rich, coming from you,” he scoffs, tilting his chin.
The fucker thinks he’s slick, mocking the fact Liv got away on the damn roof.
Like she didn’t almost break my dick, leaving me momentarily paralyzed while she pulled a fucking Houdini.
My fingers twitch, itching to wrap around his throat.
I want to feel the fight leave his body under my grip.
But I don’t move.
“Let’s cut the shit,” I shout, stepping closer.
The men at his sides tense, but Antonio lifts a hand.
An unspoken order for them to stand down.
“If you wanna point fingers, try looking in the fucking mirror. ”
Antonio lets out a slow breath, he knows I’m fucking right.
“And the girl?”
I knew this was coming.
“She’s coming with me,” I say, throwing my hands up like the idea of leaving her here is so fucking ridiculous it doesn’t even deserve a discussion.
His brows lift slightly.
“Is that so?”
I don’t blink.
“It is.”
A long pause stretches between us before he grunts and jerks his chin toward the car.
“That girl’s been digging into shit she shouldn’t be. You know that.”
I keep my face blank.
“Yeah, well… she’s my problem now.”
Antonio exhales through his nose, glancing toward the car where Olivia’s still bound in the backseat.
I don’t have to look to know she’s probably glaring daggers at me or throwing a temper tantrum.
Finally, he nods.
“Fine. But if she causes any more problems, she’s done. And that’s not a request.”
I give him a cold stare, “Noted.”
Cazzo.