Chapter 17 Charlie
Charlie
Istand there, frozen in the doorway, looking inside.
Carlo stands guard behind the blindfolded Nico, arms crossed, waiting for me like he’s done nearly every day for the past couple of weeks.
Every twisted tool he’s tossed my way has been hell, but now with Luciano here, I must go through with it—there’s no backing out, he will never allow it.
The memories claw their way up, pounding at my skull again, waiting to be unleashed like they have nearly every day I see Nico.
I instinctively rub my wrist, remembering the pain from the chains he put me in.
My heart beats faster, my breath quickening.
Luciano’s voice cuts through the chaos happening in my mind. “Breathe, Principessa.”
I force the air down my throat, trying to steady the chaos raging inside.
“I told you, Luciano. She doesn’t have it,” Carlo sneers.
I move further into the room. “Fuck you, Carlo.”
I can feel Luciano’s body heat as he moves in closer to me. He breathes against my ear. “Unleash your anger, Principessa.”
Tears start to sting my eyes, but I’m not about to give Nico the satisfaction of seeing me break. I fix my gaze on him, the man who shattered me briefly—because I won’t let the torture consume me anymore.
“What do you feel?” Luciano asks.
“Anger… pain…” He slides his pistol into my hand like it’s some twisted gift. “Why are you embarrassed, amore mio?” He’s never called me my love before.
“Because I was helpless. He made me vulnerable.” The words tumble out in ragged gasps.
“How were you helpless?”
“He chained me to that chair,” I hiss. “I couldn’t move.” The memories creep up again, but I shake my head sideways, trying to erase them.
“Why were you vulnerable?” His hands slide around my waist, pulling me to him until I can feel his warm body against my back, the feeling of him grounding me slightly.
“He cut my shirt open, exposed my tits. I thought he was going to rape me,” I say, gaining more control over my breathing.
Carlo lets out a growl behind Nico. He lays his emotions out in the open, letting me know he is here for me.
Luciano rests his head on my shoulder, and I feel him nod.
Carlo rips the blindfold off, revealing Nico’s terrified eyes.
I can tell he’s looking at Luciano’s hold on me and knows that he won’t be walking out of this room alive.
Luciano’s free hand moves up my body and down the front of my dress, cupping my tit beneath the fabric.
I quickly look over at Carlo, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Nico.
“Who does your body belong to?” he asks me as his fingertip starts to rub the bud of my nipple. I stare back at Nico, who starts to thrash against the chair, trying to break free. But it’s no use—I know the feeling of those chains.
“You,” I half moan back to Luciano, my arousal heightening the longer he plays with me.
“And who am I?”
“The Don,” I answer him.
“And who are you?” Luciano pulls his hand out of my dress and starts to plant kisses along my neck and shoulder. I arch my head sideways, giving him more access.
“Charlotte Carlisi,” I breathe heavier. My eyes meet Nico’s petrified face, and he starts to sob harder.
“I’m so sorry… Please, I didn’t know…” he begs.
“And why did you feel pain?” Luciano breathes in my ear, ignoring Nico’s pleas.
“He dragged me across the floor, kicked me, punched me, cut me, bit me.” My anger grows as I list the ways he caused me pain.
Luciano’s grip on my waist tightens as he gently strokes my cheek with his free hand.
He leans in and kisses me in front of Nico and Carlo.
This is the most affection he has given me in front of others, and I’m drawn to him, staring into his eyes.
“You have the power, Principessa,” he says against my lips.
I steady my breathing, trying to stay focused and not let my emotions get the better of me.
“Are you in control?” Luciano’s voice is steady, offering me a commanding presence.
“Yes,” I say, my voice slightly trembling but fierce.
“Kill him, NOW,” he orders. He stands behind me, a reminder that I am not alone in this—once again, Luciano is beside me through my darkest moments.
I take a deep breath in as Luciano’s hands trail down my arm, helping me raise the gun and aim for my target like Mattia has taught me.
But this isn’t like the normal paper targets.
Now my target is a living, breathing person.
My finger tightens on the trigger. I try to control my breathing.
Inhale, exhale, I remind myself. I feel like I’ve been staring at Nico for ages, even though it’s only been a couple of minutes.
I readjust my finger on the trigger and finally take the courage to pull.
Bang!
The shot cracks through the room. I watch as Nico crumples lifelessly forward, blood dripping from the hole between his eyes.
“Good shot, Charlie!” Carlo grins, pulling Nico’s lifeless head back to examine the bullet hole, loving the fact he has someone else’s blood on him.
Adrenaline surges through my body. Holy fuck, I killed someone. I just killed Nico. Luciano helped me kill someone.
“Principessa.” Luciano’s voice is softer now as his hands grip my waist harder.
Spinning around, I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs tight around him, my hands tangling in his dark hair.
Our lips collide and I’m desperately craving his touch.
I feel like I’m on autopilot and I start rubbing against him.
We’re fully clothed, but I can feel him hardening against my movements.
“Charlie, the gun,” he chuckles, pulling back from my kiss.
“Oh, shit.” I climb off Luciano and hand it back to him. For a minute, I’d forgotten where I was and what I was holding.
Carlo clears his throat, reminding me that we aren’t alone in the room. I was just dry humping his brother in front of him. “First of many kills, Charlie.” He grins sadistically as he starts to unchain Nico’s lifeless body from the chair.
“Fuck you, Carlo! I know you were taunting me just before,” I hiss. “I expect those games from Luciano or Stefano, not you!” I storm out of the bunker, adrenaline thrumming through every vein in my body.
I reach the passenger side of the car with Luciano hot on my heels.
My mind and body are in overdrive, the feeling of need, fear, relief all tangled in a brutal mess.
That wasn’t so bad, I think to myself. Could I do it again?
Am I expected to do it again so soon? What will they do with his body now?
Will my nightmares stop now that I’ve killed him?
Sliding into the seat, Luciano fires up the engine. The silence and sexual tension thickens between us, the air almost electric.
“Stop the car,” I snap. He pulls over instantly on the side of the dirt road.
“How long until the soldiers check the road?” I ask him.
He pulls out his phone and sends off a text message. “We have five minutes.” His eyes tell me he needs this as much as I do.
“Plenty of time,” I whisper, my pulse pounding wildly. I crawl over the console, straddling his lap with desperate urgency. My hands fumble at his belt where I can feel his hard cock pressing beneath me.
Luciano’s fingers slide beneath my panties. “You’re dripping, Principessa,” he murmurs. “Did you enjoy killing Nico?”
“Just fuck me already,” I snap. I’m scared to admit how I’m feeling; I only want to feel the raw hunger burning within me, desperately urging for a release.
He grabs the back of my neck as he pulls my panties to the side and pushes me down, impaling me with his dick.
A moan escapes my lips, and I curl into his touch.
There’s no time to adjust to his oversized cock, as he starts thrusting deep into me, hitting my G spot.
His movements come fast and possessively, like he’s trying to mark me as his.
I pull the top of my dress down, exposing my tits for him. “Please, Luciano,” I beg. His hands stay on my waist, holding me tight in place as he begins to mouth my nipples, sucking and biting them, pushing me closer to the edge.
When the feeling becomes too overwhelming, I rest one hand on his shoulder, the other on the car window for support. I let him control the pace for us. With every thrust of his, my walls shatter around me, but there’s something missing. I can feel him holding back from me slightly.
Luciano bites hard on my tit, releasing it with a pop as his chest vibrates with need.
“Mine,” he growls, his possessiveness on full display.
I lean in and his tongue enters my mouth as I ride him into pure ecstasy.
My orgasm crashes over me at the same time I feel him unleash his little demons within me.
It takes us a couple minutes to get our breath back.
Sliding off, I fix my dress and panties, our mess still between my legs.
Luciano zips himself back up and starts the car again, driving us back to the house.
The buzz of my release crackles through me. I finally fucked Luciano. There was nothing gentle about it, just raw and pure. I steal a glance over at him and I can’t help but smirk. His face is unreadable, putting his walls back up again.
I almost collide with a pacing Mattia as we enter the foyer of the main house, his face paler than usual.
“Whoa, slow down, cowboy,” I say, throwing up my hands, but he ignores me.
He turns to Luciano. “Did she do it? Did she kill Nico?”
Luciano shoves his hands in his pockets. “She nailed it. One shot, middle of the eyes.” A grin forms across his mouth; he’s proud of me.
“Hello! I’m right here,” I say, waving my hands around.
Mattia walks around me, giving me a once over. “How are you feeling, Red?”
“I’m fine,” I snap, crossing my arms in front of me. There’s nothing wrong with me. Why is he acting so weird?
“That’s the adrenaline,” Luciano pipes in. “We’ll keep an eye on her tonight.”
Mattia stops in front of him. “Who’s taking first shift?”