“You’ll have to beg harder than that, wife. I'm going to bring you to tears before you come and when you do?” he trails off, leaning closer, so close I feel his breath against my skin. “Then you'll thank me with a mouthful of my cum like a good little slut.” He turns me onto my back, ropes tugging tight over my chest and thighs. Then he flips me. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so.” My eyes widen. “What?” “You heard me.” He says, down, his fingers caressing my skin. “You don’t get to come. Not until I give you permission.” I nod, breathless and desperate for more. He lays kisses on my inner thighs all the way to the middle, sucking my clit into his mouth. I gasp, needing to touch him, to be touched more but he doesn't give it to me right away. I can feel myself dripping onto the bed even before Enzo's tongue graces my pussy again licking me slowly where I ache, just his mouth. His tongue is slow, deliberate, dragging circles that build and build until I’m shakin
“Bummer,” I sigh. “anyway my plan is to have Sasha missing for more than a few days, without her he'll be very unfocused and we can infiltrate his trades more easily.” “You don't know him, do you?” she tsks, and I know what she's thinking, it's her that needs to know him better. I've studied this man for years. “It appears you are the one who doesn't know him, Sasha. You're his property now and he won't have anyone think of him as incompetent for not having you safe. It looks bad on him as a leader.” I tell her, watching her since when I refer to her as his property. “That's not a bad idea,” Don Romano chimes in, seemingly impressed. “While Enzo is looking for you you'll be hidden in this house and it's the last place he can suspect.” Sasha nods but I catch a hint of hesitation, she's willing to betray both her father and husband. “Alright, I'll do it. But if he finds out you had something to do with this—” “He won't,” I smirk. “You will reappear at a police station, and act
“I didn't hurt your sister,” I argue, wincing at the way she called me a bitch. She's got bite, I see why Enzo likes her. “It was your husband—” “My husband did not turn his back on Sofia after getting her pregnant,” she snaps, sounding overly defensive. I don't know if it's for Sofia or for Enzo, but she's holding so much hostility towards me. “You did that. You're the one who fooled my sister into thinking you loved her, and when it was time to actually be there for her, you left. Why? Because you thought you got your lick at Enzo.” “Does she know?” I ask Don Romano. She speaks highly of Enzo, but little does she know that he set Sofia up. “Yes,” Don Romano nods, “She's the one who told me about you and Sofia.” Oh, fascinating. It appears Enzo's wife isn't loyal to him, I would expect nothing less from the Don's offspring, he breeds deception into them, that much I've observed from analyzing his daughters and sons. “I see, So you're the twin who snitches.” my gaze shifts t
I used my time to check her GPS and the tracker on the car which both provided me with different locations for the time she was allegedly kidnapped by Sang-Yeon. I do see my wife in the footage from both morning and afternoon, although the afternoon one looks blurred and brief. I ask Dominic to find out whatever I'm missing, I wouldn't put it past Alessandra to lie so I'm not concerned about it. Sure, kidnappings are normal but not in my care, my wife will not be injured mentally or physically by anyone. We get to Bruised Hope, finding Alessandra and Igor arm wrestling surrounded by kids, she sees me before he does, abandoning their match to come to me. “You came,” she smiles, meeting halfway. My eyes sweep over her, checking for any visible injuries or distress but there's none, she's perfectly fine from what I can see. “You're okay,” I say, my tone suggesting it's a question. Sasha's face furrows, “Yea. Why wouldn't I be?” “Did anyone hurt you today?” I ask, just to be one hund
That's my trigger, I look back at him and shake my head, purposefully dropping the blade in my hair in an attempt to cause a diversion. It works, both men are momentarily distracted by it and I use the opportunity to drive my elbow right into the ribs of the man on my right. “Fucking, bitch.” he lets go of my hand, and I see Igor running to get the other guy. The man holding me tightens his grip but I swipe his leg off the ground and giggle to myself, dropping the cap off my lipstick. The blade on it is short but sharp enough for me to do damage. I slash the second guy in his thigh when he tries to come at me with a tranquilliser. “Hey, that's not nice.” I frown, ducking under the arm of the third guy and Swifty hooking my leg behind his knee and then dropping him. He falls near to the blade I dropped, we both look at it but I'm quicker, going full split and kicking the blade into my space so I can grab it. He's already running when I get to it and it's only then that I notice
It takes me a lot of restraint to sit through the meeting and wait for some bastards to chew before they speak on their interests, expectations, and a whole lot of nonsense that I don't hear, but I do. The moment the documents are signed, I get my men and go to the concert venue. Dom does accompany me because he's acquainted with the band manager so they let us in. My wife doesn't answer her phone, her men don't either, and the place is too damn bloody noisy and crowded. My ears would be bleeding right now if the music wasn't half decent but it is. Dominic spots his wife on stage, getting serenaded by some prick I assume is the lead singer but he doesn't move, doesn't flinch simply motions towards the stage and says, “At least we found one of them.” No, this shit would not fly with me. If that were my wife being serenaded with her hand in his? This concert would smoothly evolve to a funeral. I see one of Alessandra's guards standing behind her in the crowd, up front where it isn't