Chapter 22 Alessio #2
Speaking of wives, I glance around looking for Gia.
She’s dancing by herself. Armando hovers nearby, glaring at anyone who dares approach her.
I should probably let her and Caterina have some time together, but I can’t stand the notion of letting Caterina step out of my reach.
Too many fucking assholes here who would come crawling like flies seeking honey the second they saw her alone.
I fight the fatigue rising up inside me. It’s been a long day. I’ve been waking early to explore with Caterina while I work late most nights.
“Could we dance?” Caterina asks, interrupting my drowsy thoughts. Her words are slightly slurred. She’s tipsy. Maybe more than tipsy. One dance and then I’m taking her home.
“We can do anything we like in our city,” I remind her before leading her toward the dance floor.
Despite my earlier words, the club isn’t that dead tonight but a look is all it takes to have others bunching closer together to give us space.
I pull Caterina’s body close to mine, relishing that sweet vanilla and clove scent that helps me ignore the stink of sweaty bodies and heavy cologne around us.
Then, I catch a guy blatantly checking out my wife’s ass and lose my shit. “Eyes up or I’ll end you.” He’s an outsider, some fucking loser hoping to bust his nut tonight, but he still heeds my warning, tripping over his feet to leave the dancefloor.
“Is it my dress? I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Caterina says, softly.
“What? No, that’s… fuck it.” I drag her off the dancefloor and toward one of the back offices where I can hear myself think.
“You can wear whatever you wish. If you want to look sexy when we go out, believe me, I won’t complain.
But, don’t expect me to not be myself when I see other men staring at you disrespectfully. ”
From worry to amusement, I love the way her lips twitch. “So, you’re just being a possessive caveman husband and you’re not mad?” Feigning annoyance at her amusement, I narrow my eyes and nod. She giggles like the girl she is.
“You like that, huh? Like knowing you have the power to drive me mad?” She bites her bottom lip again and agrees. “Maybe you’ll like this, too.”
Swiftly locking the door, I turn her over a convenient desk. It may be Beso’s – I don’t give a fuck as I caress her ass. “Alessio?!” Caterina yelps as my hands find the hem of that little dress.
Flipping the skirt up over her back, I nearly fall to my knees when I see the black lace thong she’s wearing. “You dressed like this for me, right?” I growl, leaning close so that my mouth is right beside her ear.
She nods and I can hear that breathy excitement I’m becoming intimately familiar with when she answers, “For you, Alessio. I wanted to turn you on. I wanted you to forget every woman before me.”
“You already turn me on.” And I already have.
Grasping the thong, I pull it aside, smirking like the devil when I see her lower lips glistening.
“Fucking wet, my naughty little wife.” She whispers a plea, and, with a groan, I spread her wider and bury my face between her thighs, relishing her stifled cries as I lick her hot, sweet pussy until she comes all over my tongue.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she whimpers, boneless and breathless where she lies.
“Who says I’m finished?” Turning her around, I lay her back across the desk, enjoying the way her arousal drips onto the papers covering the desk.
I hope it’s fucking Beso’s desk. Then, I swirl my tongue around her clit, reaching my hand down the front of her dress so I can touch her tits.
“No bra, Caterina? Sexy dresses are one thing, but I’m not sure I like you going braless outside of our bedroom.
” I pinch her nipple, turning her giggles into gasps. “How will I punish you?”
Her eyes are dark with lust and longing. I’m definitely going to eat her out some more.
But Caterina is becoming quite good at surprising me. “I think my punishment shouldn’t be all about my pleasure in this instance,” she says, pushing at my chest. I let her stand and adjust her thong. She starts undoing my belt and zipper.
“What are you planning? Are you going to pull out your little knife from somewhere and cut my dick off?”
She shakes her head, grinning sweetly. “No, I’m going to suck it instead.”
I fall back against the desk, and Caterina sinks to the floor. With trembling hands, she pulls my cock free. “Scared?” I murmur, tangling my fingers through her silky hair.
She shakes her head again. “Just nervous about doing this right.”
“You can’t do anything wrong so long as you don’t yank on the piercing or try to chew on my cock like a dog with a bone.
” She laughs, her eyes sparkling, and I’ve never witnessed anything so lovely when anticipating a blowjob.
I don’t expect expertise. I don’t want it.
I just want Caterina to do this and do it willingly.
But, just as I start to worry that perhaps it’s the alcohol making her act rather than her own desires and decide to suggest we continue at home when she’s sober, the doorknob rattles and then we hear a key pushing into the lock.
“Goddammit,” I grunt before quickly lifting Caterina off the floor by her armpits and placing her behind me.
“Bring her in here and keep her quiet,” I hear Beso saying as the door starts to open. “I need to make sure De Luca is still distracted by his pretty little whore on the dancefloor before I pay you for this treat.”
Whore? He called my wife a whore?
The club owner walks in with another man, one of the dealers who works for us at the club, and a girl dressed in filthy rags. She’s gagged and wearing a blindfold. What the fuck?
Beso’s toothy grin vanishes when he sees us, and he turns pale as his eyes flick to my wife and back to me. He called my Caterina a whore. I lose my shit for the second time tonight and, this time, I don’t reign in my rage.
***
Dawn has just arrived. Hopefully, my wife is still asleep, safely tucked into our bed and dreaming about sweeter things than what I’ve been doing since I got Armando to drive her and Gia home from the club.
“You won’t kill them, will you?” she’d asked when I’d had my gun trained on Beso and the dealer.
I smiled at her and lied through my teeth. “Of course not.”
Caterina had stared at me, sensing the truth, but turned her attention to the girl. “What about her?”
Ungagged and with her blindfold removed, it was obvious how pitifully young she was.
We’re the opposite of saints, but the Trio doesn’t traffic women or minors.
Beso’s so-called treat obviously belonged in both categories.
Any men who break that rule suffer a traitor’s fate.
“I’ll make sure she’s sent back to her family. ”
Except she has no family here and doesn't speak English fluently. At least I can carry a conversation in Italian. I’ll need to figure out what to do with her, but Beso and the dealer were my first priorities.
“You insulted my wife. I’ll bet you’re regretting that,” I tell Beso after I finish with the dealer.
The club owner has had a front-row seat to the entire gory spectacle.
“It smells like shit in here. Did you make a mess?” I smile cruelly, ignoring his pleas and salivating over the thoughts of his upcoming pain.
I’ve shed my shirt, knowing he can see the Grim Reaper tattoo as I select my tools. “Pliers. An excellent place to start. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” I mutter under my breath.
“Here,” Armando says, less than pleased when he joins me at last in the converted copper mine and passes over what I requested from the mansion.
“Thank you,” I reply, opening the pearl-handled jack knife Caterina hopefully won’t miss for a few hours. “It will be perfect for cutting out his nasty tongue later.” After I remove every single tooth, he can choke on his own blood. “Did you contact the jeweler for me?”
“Yeah,” Armando snorts, giving Beso a glance without pity, before lowering his voice.
“You’re sure about this? There’s already lots of rumbling about Lorenzo going missing.
And Beso’s not some lowlife dealer-turned-pedophile trafficker either.
He’s not part of our thing, but he’s an important man in Vegas. ”
“He insulted my wife. He may have been an important man but, by the time I’m finished with him, only the vultures will mourn him.”