8. Dante
8
DANTE
I’m still debating what to do with my asshole nephew on the floor.
But Victoria’s tight little cunt is squeezing me, driving me into a delirious state of chaotic greed, and I shove that little problem to the side.
This is what I need right now.
Her face is marked with ugly bruises that I’ll take care of later. I can barely stand to look at her, not without losing my shit. I failed her, failed to keep her safe. The urge to pummel the motherfucker otherwise known as my nephew into dust for what he’s done is nearly overwhelming. I will find out what he did—exactly what he did—before I’m through with him.
I fucking hope my imagination is worse than the reality of what he put her through. I can imagine a hell of a lot of truly terrible scenarios, but I doubt Liam is capable of dreaming up, much less following through, on most of them. Yet her skin is marked by his hands.
And my girl, my wife, should’ve never had to endure what she’s been through in the last twenty-eight-odd hours.
I’m going to make things right.
As soon as I’m done giving her pleasure and reassuring myself that she still wants me. Can still take me like she did before. That she’s real and here and okay.
Okay.
I’m not okay.
The drive here was legit misery. I dipped and dodged through traffic, in a near panic that Victoria wouldn’t be here when I arrived. That Liam might have spotted the tail Enzo put on him and lost it before moving her, leaving me at loose ends trying to figure out his next move.
I wouldn’t have stopped until I found her. And now that I have, there are three dead bodies in the backyard that I don’t plan on cleaning up. I’ll do a sweep for doorbell cameras and security systems, but after that, we’re out of here. I’m just debating whether killing my brother’s only kid so that I don’t have to deal with him anymore is something I can live with.
Victoria moans as I stroke deeper inside her, and the sheer heaven of her pussy makes my balls clench. I can’t slow down. My pace quickens as my brain puzzles through everything that’s led to this moment. Processes the fact that she is here, I’m actually holding her, and I can smell the sweet scent of lavender rising from her warm skin.
“Fuck, nephew,” I taunt, giving into a petty desire to gloat. “You shouldn’t have fucked up. Just think, you could’ve had this .”
Victoria’s fingers lace through my hair and I’m not sure whether she wants me to stop taunting him or keep going. Either way, Liam deserves the humiliation.
“She won’t stick around,” Liam sneers. “Especially not with some old fuck like you.”
Maybe.
But this woman craves my cock nearly as much as I crave her cunt. It’s a maddening addiction. And fucking her in front of him is one way to stake my claim. If he didn’t get it the first fucking time—when I put a goddamn ring on it—he will now.
I made her my wife. She’s mine.
Clear as day and legal as all hell. The shit I have planned for my brother’s kid… I can’t do all that in front of Victoria. She has been traumatized enough by everything that’s gone down so far. I won’t add to it.
“But I’m the one in her pussy, Liam,” I bark back. “Not you.”
“She’s not yours !” he hollers, allowing that foolhardy temper to show. “She’ll come back to me in the end.” Victoria scoffs, and that only sets him off more. “You think you’re gonna want to stay with him? Even when his dick shrivels up and falls off?”
“I’d still fuck myself with it,” Victoria needles back. My glorious little brat. “It’d still fuck better than you.” Liam roars in response and I feel Victoria tense. “You move again and I’ll shoot you.”
She will.
I know my girl.
“You won’t do shit, Vee,” Liam returns with a grunt, and I hear the unmistakable sounds of fabric sliding across the floor. He’s on the move. “Let me show you what a real man can do—” A shot rings out, and I can’t help my own slight start at the volume of the gun and Liam’s bitchy little scream.
Fuck, she hit him?
“You’re gonna die!” he shrieks, although whether in fear or pain, I’m not sure. “I’m going to kill you, Victoria.”
I glimpse back to gauge the damage for myself, and spot Liam clutching a hand over his bicep. I raise a brow. “Damn…that looks like it hurts.”
Liam glowers at me. “You think I’m done with you? You’re dead.”
I look down at the blood soaking through his jeans. “I don’t know…but if we leave you a little longer, you might be. That’s what I’m leaning toward.”
Victoria cups the side of my face and brings me back to face her. Her pupils are blown, nearly swallowing the sparkling blue of her irises, and her eyes are glossed with tears. “I shot him.”
I reach up for her hand and squeeze it proudly. “I know, princess. I’m impressed.”
She lets out a broken chuckle. “I…no, I…I shot him before.”
My cock hardens at the realization that she fought back. That she didn’t just surrender to whatever was going to happen. That my wife is a fucking warrior, trying to get herself back home and not waiting to be rescued.
“You shot him?” I repeat, needing to hear it again, wanting every detail.
“He tried…” her voice trails off in a soft whimper as she ducks her face into my shoulder, hiding from me.
Yep, he’s fucking dead.
Liam put his hands on her, and now I’m doing more than that, but she’s still here. Letting me claim her in the most primal, brutal way I can. And she wants it.
She wants me.
Without thinking, I lay a soft kiss on the side of her head and she lifts her face to look at me again. “Did he?—”
Victoria immediately shakes her head, and the relief that floods through my veins weakens my knees. “He’s never going to touch you again, princess. I promise you. I promise with everything?—”
She shakes her head again. “He’s never going to hurt me when I’m with you.”
My body drives forward on its own, pounding impossibly harder to assure her of that fact. “That’s right, princess. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
“I won’t?—”
My mouth crashes into hers for one brief and swift second, even though I’ve been dying to kiss her properly. But I need to focus.
“I need you to come, princess. I need to get you somewhere warm and safe so I can take care of you. Then I need you back in my fucking bed so we can do this all over again. You’re going to come so many times on my cock, wife, you’ll lose count. I’ve been a wreck without you.”
She gives me a weak smile and nods before my hand splays over her pussy and I tap her clit with my finger.
“Eyes on him,” I order. I don’t want any surprises. “And just be thankful that you’re done with his ass.”
Liam spits out more shit, but I’m too busy studying Victoria’s face and memorizing every expression she makes while I fuck her deep and fast.
“You’re so strong, princess,” I praise, rubbing the pad of my thumb in firm circles over her sensitive nub. “I’m so proud to call you my wife.”
Victoria starts to relax, resting her elbow on my shoulder while she holds my gun in her hand. She’s never been so goddamn alluring.
Victoria might be a princess, but she has the heart of a survivor, a warrior. I never thought I’d be this drawn to a woman after Gabriella fucked me over, but Victoria snuck under all my defenses.
“Harder,” she begs, face twisted in pleasure. “I missed you.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, holding her hips and pumping as deep as I can. “I missed you, too, princess.”
Victoria whimpers, fueling my need to hear more. I love listening to her react to my touch. I want to memorize the soundtrack of her pleasure. She makes me want to write symphonies again.
Fuck what Liam has to say, Victoria won’t be leaving my sight until this mob shit is done.
And, even then, I’m fucked.
The thought of leaving her in Paris makes an uneasy knot tighten in my chest. I can’t remember life before her. These last few weeks have been jumbled and chaotic. Everything I’ve worked to distance myself from has sucked me right back in.
Victoria wasn’t supposed to be part of my life in the States. I had just planned on laying low, going through the motions, and just waiting until the devil finally claimed me as his own.
Now I have a wife, a woman who finds herself in perilous predicaments, a woman I’m borderline obsessive over.
“I’m going to come,” Victoria gasps softly, suddenly clutching onto my bicep with her free hand. Her nails bite into my skin as her fingers flex and I welcome the bite of her pleasure. “Oh my God, Dante…”
“Be as loud as you want, sweetheart. You know how much I love hearing you scream on my cock.”
Victoria breaks, her voice rising in sharp cries. This woman does not give a shit when she’s coming apart. She lets the whole world know that she’s being claimed, that I’m filling her, and that she fucking loves it.
Her greedy cunt squeezes my cock, wringing my own orgasm from me as I bottom out. I hold Victoria tighter, pulling her hard into my chest as she collapses against me.
I wish I could revel in this moment. However, I have a piece of shit, blood-related asshole behind me.
Pressing a kiss to Victoria’s forehead, I tuck myself back into my boxers. “I’ll clean you up when we get to the hotel, princess. But…I’m not going to lie. We might not make it there before I have to have you again.”
My wife claims my lips in a quick, hungry kiss before allowing me to help her redress.
Now, back to my nephew.
Carefully taking my gun back from Victoria, I turn and find Liam still sitting on the chipped tiled floor, weak and helpless.
“Now, what are we going to do with you?”
His expression is stony and he doesn’t say a word. I don’t know what I expected from him, but at least he isn’t begging for his life. If he did, he wouldn’t be a Moretti.
“You’re a waste of space,” I continue. “And I really don’t need you.”
Victoria comes to my side and hooks a finger into one of my belt loops, an innocent search for comfort. But she remains silently supportive at my side.
“What do you want me to say?” Liam is practically foaming at the mouth. “‘You won?’ How about ‘fuck you’ instead?”
“You need to get more original comebacks, kid.” Liam rolls his eyes and then slides his attention to Victoria. I immediately go on the defensive, stepping in front of her to block his view. “You don’t look at her. You don’t even think about her. The last thing you’re going to see is my gun, not my wife .”
Liam smirks and glances back at me. “Does it bother you? That I fucked her first?”
My arm rises, leveling my weapon on him, and that’s when Victoria decides to step in.
“How can we use him?”
I clench my jaw, feeling the muscle tick. I’m proud of her question, of her focus on us, but… “We can’t, princess. He has no value in this mess if he’s not your husband. He kidnapped you, he beat you bloody , for God’s sake.”
“He’s scared, Dante?—”
“Don’t speak for me, bitch,” Liam spits. “I’m not—” My finger begins to tug at the trigger and I aim for his throat—I’d love nothing more than to hear him choke on his own blood before he finally dies—but Victoria yanks at my elbow, drawing my attention.
“He didn’t know what else to do.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I sneer, looking over my shoulder at her worried expression. “And I’d save your breath instead of pleading for his life if I were you.”
Victoria frowns at me. “I know him, Dante.”
“Yeah, Uncle D,” Liam crows. “She knows me.”
My finger flirts with the trigger again and I stretch my jaw. He’s right.
And I want to kill him for that alone.
Nonetheless, seeing me shoot him isn’t something I want Victoria to have to deal with. Those images don’t go away. That kind of scene will randomly pop in from time to time for the rest of her life, like a ghost swooping in to say hello.
She’s been through enough.
“You better tell your boy to shut the fuck up,” I quip. “Or I’m going to blow his vocal cords out right now.”
“Let’s talk about this later,” she concludes evenly with her blue eyes shining in a silent plea. “I just want to be with you and?—”
I jerk my head to Liam. “What do you want me to do with him?”
Victoria blinks and then bites down on her lower lip. “I guess…we could sleep here?”
“Try again.” The last thing I’m going to do is let my wife sleep at this dump. There are three dead bodies in the backyard and fuck knows who will try to come through the front door. We’ve already been here longer than is wise.
“He needs a doctor?—”
I slam my hand on the counter without thinking, and Victoria jumps and flinches in on herself. Fuck me . I want to punch myself for scaring her, want to reach out to touch her and soothe away her fear, but I don’t trust myself to be as gentle as she needs. “Fuck that. It’s too risky and I’m not sure he deserves to live anyways.”
Victoria opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it again. “What’s he going to do? Rat us out? He can’t tell the cops anything. Not when I can prove he kidnapped me. I have the bruises, the text messages I sent to you and Ellie. Plus, he murdered a man at a gas station.”
He did what now?
“They’re not gonna believe that, Vee,” Liam hedges, but I can’t focus on his bullshit because, again, he did what ? “I’ll tell the cops every fuckin’ thing about you and Uncle D.”
“No, you’re not,” Victoria replies coldly. “Your entitlement isn’t going to buy you a ticket out of this mess, Liam. Like I said, text messages, a dead body the cops have definitely found by now, and me. And shit…” Her index finger comes up to her bottom lip as if pondering something deep. “I think you hurt those guys out back, too?”
Damn.
My lips curve in satisfaction. Victoria has a point, and she’s laying out a solid hand. It might be a risk, but if it keeps Liam out of my fucking sight and appeases my wife, I’ll play along—for now.
“We can get your fingerprints all over this gun easily enough. What a psycho, running around with two guns.”
“You two are fuckin’ assholes ,” he fumes. “I’m not takin’ the blame for this shit.”
“Suit yourself,” Victoria chimes with a lift of her slim shoulders. “Speaking of asses, though, I’m sure the boys in prison would love your virgin hole. Wanna bet on that, or do you want to shut your big mouth and live to see another day?”
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say a word.
I’m going to take that as a solid yes on living until tomorrow.