Chapter 30 #2
“Well, they’ll always protect you and your mom, just like me.”
He sighs with relief. “That’s good. I don’t want to leave my mommy again.”
“You never will.” I swear it like an oath sewn into my very flesh, kissing the top of his head, my eyelids slowly swimming to a close as I picture that animal scaring my innocent baby. I could just kill him. I can’t believe he’s still out there.
“How did you end up in the place we found you?” Enzo continues. “Where did Aida go?”
“She had a big fight with her dad about the man in the basement.”
“What man?” Enzo’s tone lowers to a whisper.
“I—I can’t say. Aida told me to never talk about him, to pretend he was never there, or her dad would punish me.”
Discreetly, my hand falls over my mouth as I look at Enzo, who’s thinking the same thought as me.
It had to be Matteo.
Right?
“When her dad got very loud, I ran upstairs and hid. He was screaming at her. I could hear him even there. Then I heard a loud boom and Aida was screaming too. I was so scared, Mommy.” His arms fall around my middle in a tight hug.
“That was so brave of you.” Enzo comforts him with a pat on his head. “Do you know what happened after that?”
“Yeah, I stayed in my room for a long time, and then this man I didn’t know grabbed me from under the bed and took me to that smelly place and put me in the cage.”
“Holy hell,” Dante says incredulously. “You think he’s talking about Matteo? What did they do to our brother?”
“That’s what we’re gonna find out.” Dom clenches his fist at his side. “No matter the cost.”
ENZO
With Jade next to me, we tuck Robby back to bed. He’s been tired with being sick. “Sleep well, little man. We’re gonna be right downstairs if you need us.”
“Okay,” he mutters, already dozing off as Jade kisses his cheek one more time before turning off the lights.
“You’re so good with him,” she admits as I shut the door behind us.
“You sound surprised.” My mouth tips up. “I’m a man of many talents.”
“I’m serious.” She pauses, her palms clasped around my upper back as she looks up at me with damn near wonder. I’ve never been looked at that way, and it feels fucking good. “Thank you for that. You being great to my son. It means everything.”
“I love the both of you and that’s never gonna stop.” I bring my lips to hers, sliding against them, groaning as my teeth sink around her bottom one.
“Say it again,” she moans hoarsely. “I want to hear you tell me you love me.”
“I can do that, baby girl.” I walk her backward until she lands against the door of an empty bedroom. “I can do that as many times as you want.”
My mouth moves to her jaw, nipping that delicate skin.
“I love you,” I tell her, my lips falling softly on her neck, my hand rolling down her stomach until it reaches the waistband of her leggings.
“I love you,” I repeat as my fingers climb inside, cruising lower, until I reach the lace of her panties, two fingers slipping past the thin strap of fabric, finding her warm and wet.
“I love you, Jade,” I say one final time just as the pad of a single finger slowly rubs her clit once, before slipping inside.
“Oh God, Enzo. We can’t. Your brothers are waiting for us downstairs.”
“So let them wait.” I slam harder, thrusting two fingers all the way in, until her thighs shudder, until she can’t help but mask her scream-filled moans behind my shoulder.
“I missed this wet, little pussy.” I roll my thumb over her center as I finger-fuck her, and damn, her walls clamping around me only makes me go harder.
She bites into my shoulder, nails clawing at my back, gasps getting louder the harder I thrust.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and come all over my hand.”
Her breathing goes all shaky as she cries against me.
“That pussy likes when I talk dirty to it, doesn’t it?” That gets her groaning louder.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling hard, teeth gritting with a growl. “You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you. Show me how good you can come.”
She pants, riding my hand, nails piercing roughly as her brows tighten.
“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, baby girl. I wanna taste it on my fingers.” I ram so deep, her entire body breaks into a tremor.
Her need spirals as I pound into her until she falls apart, her mouth dropping open as she cries my name, those eyes pinned to mine.
I don’t let go. This connection, this insane want for a woman I love, it carries me somewhere I’ve never been and never want to be without.
“If we had more time, I’d fuck you right up against this wall.
” I cup her pussy, slapping it once, her exhales rough, her gaze still carrying the look of desire I want so badly to own.
“I’m gonna save that for later though.” My hand reluctantly slips out, and I press my fingers into my mouth, sucking them dry.
“Fucking delicious.” I grip her jaw, my tongue sinking into her mouth, swiping over hers so she can taste herself on my tongue.
“Mmm,” she hums, and my cock grows heavier, stiff, and aching for her.
“I don’t think I can walk.” She laughs with a sigh.
“Then I’ll carry you.” I ready to throw her over my shoulder.
“Don’t you dare!” She giggles, swatting my hand away. “I was only kidding.”
“Really? So you can walk?” My palm captures her throat, gripping tight, my lips catching hers in a quick, rough kiss. “Guess later I’ll have to fuck you so hard, you won’t even be able to sit, let alone walk.”
A frustrated groan escapes her. “That’s not fair. You can’t say things like that right now.”
My thumb rolls over her lips, my hard-on straining against my black sweats. “Then let’s head downstairs and be done with it, so we can come back and I’ll properly show you all the ways I’ve missed you.”
We’ve been so consumed with Robby and seeing Matteo that I haven’t been inside her since the barbeque.
Grabbing my hand, she practically throws me down the stairs with how hard she drags, and I meet her enthusiasm with a chuckle.
As soon as we’re back with everyone, we take the same spots we had before.
“Shit, put on the TV,” Dante says, staring hard at his phone. “Hit the news channel. It’s on.”
Raquel grabs the remote, bringing the screen to life. After a minute of the female newscaster talking about a robbery gone wrong, the story shifts to one we know well. After all, we were the ones to tip them off.
Once Matteo left, we went to the basement of that warehouse, finding even more cages than we had before. Women, kids, both boys and girls trapped in them, some crying, others as sick as Robby was when we found him.
We wanted to take them all, but instead, we decided to document every photo, every file, then call a good friend from the FBI who handles shit like this. We told him everything that those motherfuckers had done and left the evidence with him after taking photos of it for ourselves.
Once he got his unit down there, we left. But not before we emailed one of the biggest news channels, knowing with the proof we shared, they’d run the story, exposing the Palermo crime family once and for all.
Not only did we expose them, but we exposed all the celebrities and politicians who frequented that place.
The Bianchis weren’t stupid. They kept their names, along with photos of them doing sick things to those kids and women.
We hid the faces of the victims when we sent some of the photographs.
Only the authorities have all the originals.
We don’t know if any of the other crime families had knowledge of what the Bianchis had been doing, but I sure as hell hope not. If they did, we’ll kill them all too.
My attention draws back toward the television as the story begins to unfold.
“Today, we bring you a Channel Three exclusive. This story and the images that go along with it, may be disturbing. Viewer caution is advised.”
The screen changes to the shot deep in the heart of the city as the woman continues.
“Deep in the city, in the middle of nowhere, is a horror like no other. We don’t want to imagine things like this happening, but every day they do.
Human trafficking. Women, young children as little as seven were being abused by dozens of faces at a secret club run by the notorious Palermo crime family. ”