04 | Hot Decisions

***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER SCENE***

*Mattias’ POV*

The taste of her delicious cunt only made me crave her even more. I’ve been wanting to be balls deep inside of her since she was delivered. But now I needed it to breathe, to mark my fūcking territory. Just remembering about Ventura’s words had me seething and wanting to claim her even more. 

I’ll break her before anyone else can get their hands on her because she’s fūcking mine. I just need to keep Ventura away until I can get rid of him too. 

I dug my fingers into her thighs, hoping to gain some kind of reaction from her as I lapped at her pretty pink flesh, but nothing. She was fūcking quiet and it was pissing me off. I want to hear her beg. I want Morello and everyone to hear how she begs me for more.

I looked up from between her legs as she glared at me. “It’s okay, my beautiful Isadora.” I smirked, pulling away as I wiped her cream from my lip with my thumb before sucking on it. “I don’t mind using extra motivation.” I declared as I pushed two fingers into her tight hole, making her groan in pain. 

I would have preferred getting her more wet, but she was being difficult and I needed to hear her yell my name. “That’s right, baby.” I stated as I repeatedly withdrew my fingers before pushing them in harder. “You should see how tight her pūssy wraps around my fingers, Padrino.” I teased the asšhole through the video. 

I really wish I could see his face when he watches the video. He should never have messed with what’s mine. Santoro men are untouchable, as is what’s ours.

Isadora gritted her teeth with each finger thrust, forcing me to scowl at her. Whether she liked it or not, she was mine and soon she’ll be writhing under me, screāming my name. 

I spat down her slit, wetting her folds as I continued breaching her hole with two fingers before teasing her clīt with my thumb. “I know you like this, baby. You remember all the times you begged me to fūck you while I teased your clīt?” I asked her in a husky voice, loud enough so the camera could register it. “I’ll have you begging for it really soon, mi amore. I’ll make you cūm like no man has ever done. You want that don’t you, baby?”  

When she didn’t reply, but only closed her eyes, I pushed back on my heels as I withdrew my fingers. I kicked my sweats off and grabbed my angry veiny cōck with my right hand, stroking it from base to tip and back. I licked my lips as I settled between her legs. 

I collected the bit of cūm that had seeped through my head with my thumb before pressing my body on top of hers and pressing my thumb to her lips. 

“Taste me as I fūck your pretty pūssy, baby.” I told her as I aligned my length to her entrance. 

I was getting ready to thrust forward when she bit the shīt out of my thumb, drawing blood instantly. “Fūck!” I growled, pulling my finger out of her piranha-like teeth before slapping her across the face with the hand that was wrapped around my cōck moments before. 

My finger throbbed unbearably as I wrapped my other hand around it to relieve some of the pain. I glared at her as a smile graced her lips. She is crazy, but that’s why she is perfect for me. 

Fūck it. I’ll take her how it is. I can’t keep holding back when my cōck just wants to be reunited with the only cunt that milks him out.

Grabbing my pulsing member, I teased her slit again as I looked at her. “Fight all you want, but you give me what’s mine when I say to do so.” I growled, pulling my hips back just as gunshots resonated nearby, forcing me to freeze.

What the fūck?

Before I could move or react, some of our men pushed through the door. “We have to move, Capo.” They declared with their guns drawn.

These were the same men that I had stationed outside of my room in case of an emergency. They were necessary for this same reason if I had to sneak Isa out. 

I climbed out of my bed and slipped my sweatpants back on before ending the recording on my phone and slipping it in my pocket.

“How many?” I asked over my shoulder as I searched the nightstand. 

“We haven’t gotten an exact number, but it sounds like a small group.” They replied as I nodded while pulling the syringe out. 

I flicked it a few times, ignoring Isa’s glare and curses, before placing the needle on her neck and pressing it.

Once I was done, I threw the remaining syringe on the ground before chambering my gun and placing it in my waistband.

“Make sure the area is clear for us. I don’t want my wife getting hurt.” I told them as they jogged out of the room while I quickly released Isa’s wrists.

“Don’t worry, baby. No one will ever take you from me again.” I murmured in her ear as she fought to keep her eyes open. “Now sleep. Your almost husband is here to keep you safe.” I declared, sweeping her up and making my way to our secret passage.

*Alberto’s POV* 

With my phone gripped tightly in one hand and my fingers tapping against my knee, I waited anxiously for our arrival to our destination. I have never felt so much control slip from me. Never had I had a weakness that gave my enemies, or my brother’s, full power over me. And worst of all, I don’t regret a damn thing. My angel is the best thing to have ever happened to me and I’m willing to give everything up for her if need be.

My hold on my phone doubled when I felt it vibrate as I looked at the flying scenery around my Cadillac. Edgardo should have arrived at the location Ethan had provided, and I prayed to anyone willing to listen that he found her. Untouched and in perfect health. But deep inside, I knew better. Shīt is never that simple for people like us. It hasn’t even been that long since she was taken. Of course, technically, because for me it has been a fūcking eternity. And even then, I doubt they kept her at a club.

Without looking at the caller’s id, I raised my phone to my ear. “Parlare.” (Italian for “Speak”.) I gritted out as Aurelio looked back at me through the rearview mirror tensely. I didn’t blame my men for being so tense lately. I mean, I have been shooting men left and right since my angel was taken. That, and any other news other than my angel being found safely, would lead to even more blood and my complete destruction.

“What’s going on?” He grunted in pain, forcing my eyes to close. “No one is telling me shīt!” He added a little louder now. 

“Francisco,” I sighed as I massaged my tense neck. “You’re awake.” I stated the obvious like a dumbasš. I blame it on the stress and lack of sleep. Sue me.

“No dip!” He growled before taking a deep breath. “Where are Isa and Giulia? I went to look—”

“You what?” I hissed into the phone. “I gave orders for you not to get up from the bed.”

“Well, I don’t take orders from anyone. You should know this by now.” He declared through clenched teeth, but I could tell he wasn’t angry, just in pain. 

Like father, like daughter.

I took a deep breath, not knowing how to tell him while he wasn’t fully recovered. 

“Alberto,” He said in a low voice, making my heart ache like never before as my anger doubled. We failed Isa and Giulia. “Are they—” He gulped as he continued. “Dead?”

“I don’t think Isa is.” I replied as the line went quiet, neither of us breathing as he processed the news.

I don’t know what I expected, but the chill his tone forced down my spine, confirmed that Italy was about to become a blood bath and I welcomed every fūcking second of it.

“Where are you?” He hissed as my SUV came to a halt. 

“I’ll be home soon. Hopefully with my angel or intel on her location.” I replied, glad that I didn’t have to hide my feelings for Isa anymore. I know we are far from solving our problems, but right now, we have more important matters. 

“Bring my daughter home.” He said before the line went dead. 

I could sit here and think about the words he chose to use or I could get my mind in the fūcking game and do exactly that. Bring my woman home.

I pushed the door open before stepping out of my SUV, allowing myself to take in my surroundings for the first time since I answered Francisco’s call. 

I rolled my tense neck as my other men climbed out of their SUVs too and joined me. I withdrew my already loaded gun and looked towards Aurelio. 

“Capo,” He muttered, waiting for further instructions as his hold on his gun tightened.

“I don’t know about you, but this smells like a fūcking trap.” I said through clenched teeth as I looked back to the abandoned plaza. “Let’s go.” 

I stepped forward, but Aurelio pressed his hand against my chest, holding me back. I glared down at his hand, ready to break each finger when he removed it. “Please let some guys go first.” He implored, forcing me to grind my teeth tighter together as the vein on my neck thickened.

I’m not one to stand back while my men clear the area, but what good would I be to my angel if I was dead?

“Fine.” I hissed, turning to Denzel and a few others before nodding my approval for them to move forward.  

They moved quickly down the street and along the sides of the building with their guns drawn in case someone surprised them. I shuffled between my two feet, itching to jump into action. I haven’t killed a motherfūcker in a few hours and was desperate to do so. 

Aurelio’s eyes continued scanning the area, making sure we wouldn’t be ambushed.

When my guys surrounded the building fully and no snipers stopped them, I moved forward, ready to join my men. Aurelio raised his gun from behind me, keeping his eyes open for any enemies. 

I raised my gun just as one of my guys opened the first glass door in the plaza. As soon as he stepped through the door, the building exploded, making debris fly our way as Aurelio pushed me down and covered me with his body.

I banged my fists against the concrete in anger, forcing my flesh to open with each punch. I ignored the pain, only focusing on the fact that these asšholes almost accomplished their goal. If it hadn’t been for Aurelio…

I took a deep breath before pushing back slightly. Aurelio rolled off with a grunt before asking me if I was alright. 

“Si. Let’s go. Call in some doctors and men to check on the ones that didn’t die.” I told him as I got to my feet, tucked in my gun, and walked back to the SUV. 

My phone vibrated, forcing me to pull it out and look at the caller’s ID. It was Tito. I shook my head before pocketing my phone again. I don’t have time for anything that doesn’t have to do with my angel. Whatever fūcking news he had about Daniella could wait. 

When we got back into the SUV, I looked at Aurelio through the rearview mirror as I pulled a piece of glass from my shoulder that I hadn’t noticed before. “Thank you.” I muttered, surprising both of us. 

“No need, Capo.” He answered after reeling his jaw back up. 

I may be an evil bastard that never says please or thank you, but I will learn to do so when it comes to anyone that helps save my angel. And in saving me, Aurelio just saved Isa. So the fūcker just earned my respect. 

“Now get me to Edgardo’s location.”

*Edgardo’s POV*

“I can promise you I’m the nicer one between my capo and I. So you better talk before he comes here and finishes you off himself.” I hissed before grabbing the bartender by his curly hair and slamming him against the counter, making him groan. 

The guys and I had arrived at the location Ethan had given us about thirty minutes ago. Of course, the club was closed at this time, so we were only able to check the place and question this fūcker. I don’t believe his ‘I don’t know anything’ act one bit. Which has led us to our current situation. I’m sure he had a few missing teeth, a broken nose, a cut on his arm and a shīt ton of bruises by now.

“Our boss never tells us anything, I swear.” He groaned before spitting out another set of teeth and blood. 

“Hold him down, boys.” I commanded as I ripped open my shirt before looking at Rocco. “Did you bring it?” I asked him over the bartender’s cries.

“Sure, man. Be right back.” He replied before leaving through the back door to where we left the SUVs.

“Where do you keep your ice buckets?” I asked the struggling bartender as two of our guys held him down against the bar. 

When he didn’t reply, Tony raised his fist and pounded his face a few times to refresh his memories. “Bottom left cabinet door.” He groaned in pain. See? He needed help remembering.

I looked for the bucket, turning back as soon as I found one, just as Rocco returned.

“Move him to the floor.” I told them as the bartender begged us to let him go.

As soon as I reached them, I ripped his shirt open. “I think I’m beginning to understand you. You seem to forget things and need motivation to remember them.” I declared as he shook his head frantically. 

I looked back at Rocco and nodded my head as he stepped forward and placed the rat on the bartender’s stomach, covering it with the bucket I handed him. One of the other guys handed Rocco the propane torch and started heating the bucket up, forcing the bartender to fight harder against the hold the guys had on him. 

“So let’s try this again.” I growled, crossing my arms over my bare chest. “Who’s your boss and how can we find him?”

"I’ve never met him! We only have a manager and that’s it. I swear on everything!” He begged as large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. 

“What do you think, boys?” I asked the guys with a raised brow. “Should we believe him?” 

“He’s lying through his teeth.” Tony declared as Rocco placed the torch closer to the bucket, making the rat squeak frantically as it tried escaping the heat. 

“Please—Get. It. Off!” The bartender begged as the rat did its number to the fūcker’s stomach. “I can’t! Fūck!” 

“Talk to us. Tell us something we want to hear and maybe we will put our friend away.” I told him before we heard heavy footsteps behind us, forcing me to reach for my gun. 

“It’s me.” Capo stated before he ducked his head through the doorframe and his dark eyes met mine. 

I clicked my tongue as my eyes shifted back to the trembling asšhole on the ground. “Too late now. RIP, man.” I muttered, shaking my head as Capo reached our side before looking down. 

“Cosa abbiamo qui?” (Italian for “What do we have here?”) He questioned, rolling up his sleeves.