Chapter 14
Marcello
Seeing Zamir Prifti with my Ragazza Dolce in my fucking restaurant was not what I needed today. 1Fucking Bill and his football obsession; I knew he was going to talk his head off. Bill disappears back into the kitchen, leaving my Ellie there with this fuck. I can’t hear what they’re saying. I shoot a text off to Noah to upgrade the cameras in here; why the fuck the cameras are without audio is beyond me.
Zamir is in Barone’s at least once a week, so I can’t say he’s here purely for Ellie, but I don’t like how he’s looking at her. I know that look… I can’t let anyone have an obsession with my girl. That never ends well for them.
Instead of sitting here in misery watching Ellie with another man, I get up and rush to the elevator that leads to the private parking garage where my blacked-out McLaren is. Blair left to go to her salon earlier, making it the perfect time to go fuck with Ellie’s apartment and get my fix.
I pull up on a side street in one of my normal hide-out spots. I have the perfect view of their whole building. Usually, I sit out here for a few moments to scope everything out for a minute. I lock eyes with Marfa from across the parking lot. I doubt she can see who is in here, but she scrambles away from her car to the apartment building. There’s no way she lives here. I would’ve known that. But I do have a one-track mind when I’m anywhere near Ellie.
I’ve needed to have a chat with Marfa for a while, so what better time than now? With a quick change of plans, I open my glove box and pull out the vial I got from Dr. Brock. I load the syringe like Haisley taught me and place the cap back on the needle. I’m pocketing that for later; hopefully, I don’t need to use it, but Marfa is heavily trained from her scum of the earth father.
Using the tool Noah programmed for me, I’m able to bypass the code they have for the door on their apartment. Thank fuck for the best hacker out there. Blair let me install some safety measures, and of course, I threw in some extras—including the cameras. They’re great when it’s just Ellie. I get a front-row seat to watch my Ragazza Dolce. So when she brought the rookie home the other night, it took everything in me not to bust her door down and drag him out by his goddamn hair. I can’t mess up any part of the money maker.
He did well pleasuring her, so I couldn’t be too upset. Seeing her fall apart that many times in one setting had me coming undone from the view of them. As long as she’s getting her pleasure, I can tolerate it.
I walk into Ellie’s room and am immediately hit with her scent. That was the first thing I looked for the first time here. I wanted her scent around me all the time if I couldn’t have her. She smells fresh, like a spring day, but somehow spicy at the same time. I found her lily-of-the-valley perfume that she loves so much. I now buy a new bottle for her monthly and trade them out so she never gets low. It is a pricey perfume for her—pennies for me. She doesn’t need to worry about how she will get her next bottle.
I’m trading her bottle out for the fresh one in my hand; I’ll add the used one to my stockpile at home. I look over at the bed, and it’s still unmade. I toe off my shoes and lay down. Turning my head, inhaling her pillow… fuck, she smells delicious. She goes to bed with her hair wet when she washes it; that scent is embedded into her pillow. My cock has been at attention since walking up to her bedroom door. It knows our routine by now. What I would give to taste her just once. Running my hand up and down my length through my pants, undoing my belt, and removing myself from my briefs—I really hope Noah has turned off the camera because he’s about to get a show if not.
I look down and spot her laundry basket. Fuck, yes! I’m throwing the clothes out of the basket looking for the most recent ones she’s had rubbing that perfect pussy of mine, and I’ve found just that. Putting them up to my nose, I inhale deeply. Letting out a groan and laying back down, her underwear still in my hand, I start stroking my cock again; I want her heady scent all over me.
Before I know it, I’m coming all over my hand and her underwear. I usually take them with me, but I’ll find some others in the basket to pocket. Wiping up every last drop, getting off the bed, and setting the marked underwear on top of a piece of paper—the paper looks unimportant enough—I tuck my cock back in my pants and scribble a note out for my Ragazza Dolce.
I’m busy sorting through her laundry, snatching up all the underwear I can find, when my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see that it’s Noah—fuck. He’s my eyes right now, so I need to answer.
“This better be quick, Noah; you know I’m in the middle of something.” Still shuffling through her laundry, it smells just like her, and I’m floating on a high from it.
“Boss, Blair’s on the move back to their apartment. You need to get out now. ETA is about a minute before she’s to you.” We have tracking on their phones for safety purposes.
“What the fuck were you doing before that you couldn’t warn me sooner.” I’ve got to get out of here, and there’s no time to fix her room.
Closing the door to her room, walking out, and locking the auto lock back in place on their front door, I slide down the wall to the unit I saw Marfa walk into.
I use the same device to unlock her door as well. I know she’s trained; she’s small in stature, but her dad trained her to be an absolute killer, so I have my syringe ready to go when I walk in her door. It’s quiet until I hear movement from what I’m guessing is her room. I probably should’ve told Vin or Noah I was coming to grab Marfa, but I’ll call them in the car when she’s knocked out cold.
I walk into her room, and she has her whole bed filled with sex toys. She is dressed in some little lace outfit, and I’m in pure shock. She’s moving for me before I can even blink—fuck. I can not let her get hold of me.
I move over to the side, and she goes up to grab me by the neck. Goddamn she’s quick. Right when she grabs my neck, I have the needle jabbed into her thigh. She lets go almost immediately, and I catch her, lowering her down onto her bed. I’ve got to find something to cover her up with. It’s going to look bad enough carrying her knocked the fuck out over my shoulder to my car.
Opening the drawers, I finally find a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I slide them onto her and throw her over my shoulder. Walking quickly to my car on the side street, I set her down in my passenger seat, buckle her in, and zip-tie her hands together just in case she decides to wake up and snap my neck before we get to one of my warehouses.
It’s only a ten-minute drive across town, but I’m pushing this car to its limits. Why not when I own the police along with the whole goddamn city?
My favorite warehouse comes into view. We bring all of our hostages to this one. It has rooms specific to what kind of torture Vincent and I are in the mood for. This is also where Doc operates; we have the whole setup they need to remove the organs and keep them safe before transport. We’re pretty close to the airport, too, for the private jet to take Haisley and said organs wherever they need to go. None of that is needed today, though; I’m just having a little chitchat with Marfa.
Igor Abdulov, her father, has fucked with the last shipment of mine. His sorry ass used to be in control of Vegas before I killed my father. I took back the reins, but I should’ve killed him then. He apparently hasn’t learned his lesson when it comes to keeping his grubby hands out of my business, and I’ve had enough. I want Marfa to take over the Russians. I know she can do it, but I need to see where her head is. We had to let her go as a VIP server from Sin: In Sin City, Vincent’s sex club. We had to rule out that she wasn’t our rat. She thankfully wasn’t, so that sealed the deal on her taking over the Russians, appointed by yours truly.
I tie her to a chair in one of our not-so-fun torture rooms; there are no ropes, machetes, or torturing chambers in here. Hopefully, she’s not too freaked when she wakes up.
I sit down in front of her and shoot off a text to the?? group chat.
Area 51
Marcello
I have Marfa in the warehouse. Going to ask her if she wants to run the Russians.
Noah
I saw you on the cameras.
the alarm on the building getting disarmed.
That nosey little fuck.
Vin
On my way boss.
Marcello
I don’t need you, Vin. Relax, go up to your club and enjoy.
Vin
You know I don’t shit where I eat. *shit emoji*
Noah
That’s too bad… *sad emoji*
We’ll have to revisit that later.
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