Chapter 21
Gio
I pour myself a double whisky on the rocks and collapse into my couch in the living room. Duke comes over and curls up at my feet. I scratch his head as I sip the whisky, staring at the blank TV, my mind wandering over what just happened.
I’ve needed a strong drink since the second I first saw her.
I needed to feel her tight pussy, to hear her scream my name, to know that I was making her feel intense and unbridled pleasure.
Finally, I got what I needed, and my blood’s practically ringing with incredible contentment. But I got more than I bargained for.
I regret going into her cage. I wish I hadn’t done that.
I promised her it would be her safe space, and I worked so hard to keep it that way.
I just couldn’t allow her to go back into her shell, not before I properly took care of her.
She needed to be caressed, cleaned, worshipped.
She needed to be shown how I feel about her.
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone into the cage. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I hated that. But afterward, it was worth it. She let me take care of her, stroke her hair, whisper in her ear. Finally, when she was relaxed, I left her dozing on the bed.
She’s dangerous; she makes me want to take her to my bed. To let her out. To share more with her. And that can’t happen.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. I can still feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. I can’t get enough of her lips, her skin, her moans. It’s all so fucking intoxicating. I know I have another job to do, but the idea of going out and killing again when I have my princess to train seems insane to me.
Now I’m faced with a new issue. I need to start that training, but I’m not exactly sure how to go about it. I’ve never actually turned someone into a sex slave before, and I still don’t want to do that to Grace. She’s my princess, not my slave, and I want to be the only one to have her.
I clutch my glass, the ice clinking against it as I feel my darkness rising up again. Lately it’s been so quiet, probably because I was so content with Grace. But now that I’m faced with the prospect of killing her father and turning her into a slave, I can feel that darkness rising.
I want to make her mine. I want to dominate her.
And I want to slit her father’s throat for every bit of pain he’s shown her.
He fucking deserves it. The darkness wants all that, too, but for a different reason.
The darkness in me wants it because it wants to destroy everything in its path.
I want those things because I care deeply for Grace, much more deeply than I ever imagined.
My two halves are still warring, but I know which one is winning. I know my humanity is still there, and it feels stronger every day. There are moments, just like this one, where my darkness rears its revolting head, but I can get past it.
I will get past it. For Grace. For my princess.
I take a long sip and scratch behind Duke’s ear. He looks up at me, head cocked, mouth slightly open.
“You want Grace to stay, don’t you boy?” I ask him.
He pants a bit. I smile at him.
“Of course you do.”
I stand up and knock back the rest of my whisky. As I head into the kitchen to get some more, I hear my phone buzzing back on the couch.
Annoyed, I head back and grab it. I don’t recognize the number, but it’s a local area code. I decide to answer it, though I don’t usually take calls from strangers.
“Hello?” I say into the phone.
“Gio.” I cock my head to one side. I vaguely recognize the voice.
“Who’s this?” I ask.
“Where do you live?”
I narrow my eyes. “Who is this?” I ask again in a hardened voice.
“Where are you staying? Do you think it would be hard to cut off your fingers?”
My blood runs cold. The more he talks, the more I’m sure I know the voice.
“Listen, asshole,” I say softly. “I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you.”
“We know all about it. What time’s it going down, do you think? We’re always watching you, Gio.”
“Alessandro,” I say. “That’s you, isn’t it?”
The voice pauses. “Soon, Gio. We’re coming for you soon.”
“Listen to me, you Rossi fuck--”
But he hangs up before I can finish.
I stare at my phone, not sure what the fuck to make of that conversation. My heart’s pounding against my ribcage, and my anger starts taking over.
I can’t be sure, but I thought the person was Alessandro, one of the Rossi cousins. I met him a couple times and he was just another one of their low-level scumbags, not someone I would ever worry about.
But that call is disconcerting. The mention of my fingerprints makes me think that he knows about my door, and my heart clenches at the thought. She’s mine. No one else has a reason to go near her.
They didn’t protect her from her father.
They can’t have her back. I won’t allow it.
I pace the living room, analyzing every second of the phone call. I need to be smart. I need to stay one step ahead.
I stop in my tracks, realizing they must know about the hit.
Which means there’s a rat. A rat with a big fucking mouth, ready to start a war.
I have no clue how that’s possible, since nobody that knows about it has any reason to tell the Rossis.
The fact remains that the call happened, and it did not bode well.
I toss my phone aside and walk into the kitchen. I fill up my whisky again and as I head back into the living room, an uncomfortable thought strikes me.
Was my father so far gone that he would sell me out to the Rossis?
I stand completely still as my mind races through the possibilities. I know that the Rossis would love to have me, even before all this shit with Grace and killing Toni and their Don happened. I’ve killed Rossis before, and I’d probably do it again.
But no, no, that couldn’t be it. My father wouldn’t do that.
He’s an old man in a business that’s not kind to old men and he’s desperate to be relevant again, but he’s not a fucking traitor.
He’s family. We’re family. And that’s an impossibility.
Besides, he wants to be a part of the Romano familia so badly.
Making a deal and selling me to the Rossis would destroy his chances at joining the Romanos. Even he would have to see that.
I’m just being paranoid. I walk over to the couch and sit back down again. This time, I flip on the TV and stare blankly at the football game, not really paying attention. Duke sits by my feet as I sip my drink, my mind roaming over the possibilities.
I can’t shake my suspicion. I want to, but I can’t help it. I keep imagining my father making a deal and selling me out, no matter how implausible.
“Fuck,” I say and stand up. I finish my drink and feel the alcohol loosen my nerves. “I’m being stupid,” I say to myself and walk into the kitchen. I put my glass in the sink then head into my control room to check on Grace.
I have to put the call out of my mind. It was meant to get to me. I need to be better than that. Better than this.
I can’t worry about it just now. My father wouldn’t betray me.
I know he’s close on a plan to finish the Don once and for all.
He’s come through countless times, and I know he’ll come through now.
I saw parts of the plan, and from what I can tell, it’s solid.
I wouldn’t go with him on the hit if it didn’t look like a serious plan.
The call was probably just some bullshit prank that the Rossis decided to test me with. I have to concentrate on Grace now that we’re doing so well.
I sit at the monitors and watch her, slowly forgetting about everything else.