Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Being a Capo, every single cell of compassion died. It had to. He didn’t get to forty years old in his line of work by showing any sympathy.
Staring at her now, he knew he was going to have a whole lot of fun.
He called off his man, who was at that very moment about to enter the hospital. More broken bones wouldn’t have paid off the debt, but Gino liked to make an impression. Avery’s father owed him a lot, and even if he was compassionate to his plight, he couldn’t show favoritism.
Now, taking his daughter away, that was going to send a message to any family who thought of borrowing from him; a whole different idea.
“Your father is safe.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
He went to the door and informed the guards he now had a guest. With a simple click of his fingers, they had grabbed the girl, who was now screaming.
“Wait, stop, I don’t understand.”
Gino turned to look at her just as one of his men threw her over his shoulder. She wasn’t a slender woman. Her curves were fucking heavenly, and he couldn’t wait to have her on his bed, legs spread, inviting him in.
Even as she hated him now—and he loved that she did—Avery was still going to beg for him.
“You now belong to me, Avery. I don’t like to keep my toys for just anyone to play with.”
“I’m not a toy.”
“Yes, you are. Or should I call my man back and make it a few ribs as well this time?”
He saw her jaw clench. Good, he’d hit a nerve. He liked that.
“Well?”
“No.” She gritted out the word.
“Now, say it.”
“Say what?” she asked.
He sank his fingers into her hair, and pulled her head back so he was staring into her eyes. She had beautiful, intense brown eyes. Right now, they were filled with tears. He didn’t mind tears. To him, they meant he’d done the job well.
“Say, ‘I’m your toy, Gino Mazza.’”
She clenched her teeth together, looking determined as if she was going to fight him at every single turn. Silly girl.
All he had to do was hold up his cell phone.
“I’m your toy, Gino Mazza.”
“Good. I will do whatever you want.”
She repeated after him.
“And I will enjoy every single second.”
“You can’t make me say that.”
“Sweet girl, I think you need to realize I can make you do anything.”
He did get her to say it before getting his men to move her to the car. He waited a couple of minutes, allowing them the chance to tie her hands and feet. She would likely attack him in the car, and even as that would hold a lot of fun for him, he still wasn’t willing to risk their lives for it.
Gino glanced around the family shop. He’d been here a couple of times, even as a kid. His mother liked to cook for his father. Before she died, his father had been a normal man. After her death nearly thirty years ago, Gino Mazza, Senior had become a monster, and even he had learned a great deal.
Never allow a woman to become your weakness as others will always exploit it. Their enemies knew his mother was the love of the Capo’s life. They had ended her coldly. Gino remembered being in the middle of the street. The bag of groceries she’d bought to make an anniversary dinner spread out across the pavement. He’d held her head in his hands, blood smearing his clothes. A single bullet to the head.
It was how his father had found him.
In all of his life it was the only time Gino had seen his father cry, and then lose his shit. He had gone on a rampage unlike anything this city had seen. No one had replaced his mother, and his father had been colder than a block of ice.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he made his way out to the waiting car. Sliding in, he saw his men had also placed a band of tape across her face.
He smiled and sat back. Her hands were bound in front of her, as were her legs. She looked like a sacrifice. The way her arms pressed her tits together, he rather liked the view. The shirt she wore had been torn, and some of her bra was showing. It was a nice white, which had seen better days.
“If you promise not to scream, I’ll take the tape off. Scream, and I’ll choke you.”
She nodded.
He leaned over and tore the tape from her lips. She let out a gasp. He saw the tears spring to her eyes, and waited.
No sound came
Satisfied, he sat back.
“So, what is it you do, Avery?” he asked.
“Don’t you know?”
“I do. I know everything there is to know about you, but I’m attempting to make small talk. I suggest you keep my interest for as long as possible.”