Dante
Eleni turns on her heel and marches up the stairs. My chest squeezes, and I race after her. What the fuck was Uncle John thinking? Even if she wasn’t here, even if she hadn’t overheard, he can’t just walk into my goddamn house and talk like I’m still the kid he had to drive to the hospital once because I threw a tennis ball at his garage door so hard that when it bounced back and hit me in the head, I got a concussion. I’ve been fine on my own for years.
She turns into her room, but she doesn’t close the door. A good sign, I think. I follow her in and close it behind me.
A weird feeling tightens my chest further. A couple weeks ago, this was one of many guest rooms. Now the sheets are rumpled, her books are on the desk, and her clothes are in the closet.
Before I can think too much about that, I say, “How much did you overhear?”
She glances at me, and I see tear
EleniThe morning of my final, I pad downstairs in a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. I haven’t seen anyone other than Staten Island Saints in weeks, other than the diner. I might be about to pass my first semester of college.My face is on the dark web with a bounty. I might be about to fail my first semester of college. Around and around again. Hopefully I can block it out long enough to actually pass the test.I freeze as I round the bend in the stairs. Seb stands there, in casual jeans and a T-shirt for the first time, which I expected. I didn’t expect the two other guys in normal, severe suits.“Did something change?” I ask.Seb loops his arm through mine. “The big boss figured I’d do better undercover, just another student, so he wanted a set of distant eyes.”I frown. “So something happened.”“Yeah, I finally talked Dante into putting me in a position
Dante“You’re fucking with me, right?” I run a hand through my still sleep-rumpled hair and stare at the foreman of this section of the warehouse.“N-no, sir.” His wide face turns red with the effort of either not yelling at me or not pissing himself.“Fine. Go away,” I spit.As soon as the foreman disappears, I slam my foot into the nearest crate of goods.“Goddammit!”Tony snorts. “I’m glad you’re taking the news that we haven't been robbed well.”“Am I supposed to be thrilled someone snuck into one of my most secure warehouses just to knock over a couple boxes of shit and leave?” I demand. “He’s fucking taunting me, Tone.”“No shit, Sherlock.” My caporegime crosses his arms and leans against a high, metal shelf. “But getting pissed like this just gives him exactly what he wants.”
EleniI sit on the floor outside Dante’s office, listening to Tony bellow inside. Dante warned me this was going to happen. After his call with Thano Coppola, who turned out to be the head of a New Jersey outfit he’d been working with, he took my hands and told me he heard me, he understood, but he needed to tell Tony what happened first. At the time, that made sense to me. Seb is his brother. I feel sick to my stomach, thinking about his smile in whatever nightmare of a place they’ve got him in, just because I wanted to take my finals. But I didn’t expect the “telling Tony” stage to involve me sitting outside while the two of them figured out what to do, loud enough that I could hear them shouting but not loud enough to make out any specific words. I drop my head back against the wall and try not to groan.Gianna pokes her head into the hallway and looks from me to the door. “What’s going on?”“They’re…Seb…I….” I shake my head, feeling helpless.“Right.” Gianna sits next to me, sipp
EleniSean leers at us through the whole ferry ride and the taxi to the massive club in the city. If I thought Piacere was loud, that’s only because I didn’t know how loud things could get. I can almost taste the music in here, and people are packed in so tightly I can’t remember the last time I took a breath that wasn’t mostly someone else’s hair. At least it makes walking in the heels easier. There’s nowhere to fall.Gianna clings onto my hand, my only anchor in the storm. I squeeze her and try to seem ditzy when I’m also just trying to think around the crowd.“So.” Sean puts a hand on the small of my back. “Drink first? Bad boyfriend, right? I could treat you better.”I’m about to force myself to laugh when Gianna plucks his hand off.“She’s looking for help, Sean, not a quick fuck.”He grumbles but doesn’t seem that mad. I shoot
DanteTony and I drive back from the city in silence. No sign of Seb yet. We crossed paths with a couple Coppola soldiers, so Thano seems to have finally decided to get his shit together, but that hasn’t changed Tony’s mood. He sits in the passenger seat next to me, seething. I let him. Now that we’re through yelling, he’ll start breaking things when it’s time to talk again. Right now, all I’ll get is sarcasm.We pull into the driveway, and Tony slams out of the car, but his seatbelt catches in the latch. He rips the door back open, snaps out a knife, and slices the belt to throw it back inside.“That’s going to cost me,” I say mildly.“Seb’s funeral is going to fucking cost you.” He slams the door again.I climb out. Tony kicks my garbage can, spilling rotting food onto the lawn I pay handsomely to keep maintained within HOA parameters. An energy drink, one of th
EleniI tug the hem of my dress a little farther down my legs and feel the tiny straps strain to hold my chest in. Doll, in the back seat next to me, chuckles.“Don’t bother,” he says. “I doubt you’ll be needing that dress much soon.”I grit my teeth. He’s been saying ominous things like that for the last forty-five minutes, and every time I try to ask him where we’re going, he just laughs. I do wish I’d insisted on a longer dress when Gianna and I were getting ready, but nobody’s discovered the pistol in my purse yet, so I’m not too worried. Since I’m supposed to be Luca’s bride, I think backward mafia logic might save me from sleeping with anybody but him, and if I can get close enough with this gun, I don’t even have to worry about that.Now, I just have to repeat that to myself often enough that I don’t panic. Which is a lot, since I’m in this
EleniOnce Dante and his men cleared the whole warehouse, finding the other two guys Luca kidnapped in equally bad shape, he pulled me aside and told me in no uncertain terms that we were going to the safe house. Apparently we were nearby. I started to argue that I should be patched up at the warehouse with the rest of the men, but the look in Dante’s eyes told me it wasn’t the time to argue.So I perch on the edge of the master bathtub we made plentiful use of during our last stay here while Dante rifles through a first-aid kit spread out on the counter.“Are you injured anywhere other than the scratches?” he asks in the same short, sharp tone he’s been using since he found me crouched over Seb.I can feel the beginnings of a bruise along my side where I hit the ground, but I shake my head. He soaks a cotton pad in isopropyl alcohol and turns to me. Anger still simmers in his gaze. He doesn’t warn me befo
EleniThe cool air whisks over my soaked pussy as I wait for Dante to return. During our last stay upstate, he showed me the wall of toys he keeps in the basement, and we tried out a few. Several of them still scare me, but I can take whatever he gives me tonight. I think.The door opens and closes behind me.“Good girl,” Dante purrs.My body sparkles with pleasure, and I sink deeper into the space where I want nothing more than to make him smile.He swipes a finger between my legs, gathering the wetness there, and I groan.“Not yet.” He circles around to where I can see him. “You haven’t earned that.”I shake my head. No, I haven’t. But I have earned dragging my gaze over his bare body. He stripped somewhere between the bathroom and here, exposing his taut stomach and the snarl of dark hair around his lengthening cock. I lick my lips. He hasn’t abandoned that cool ai