Brando

by Marita A. Hansen

  He jumped into the car, snapping at Miko to take him home. The soldiers got into the front. Miko started up the engine and turned the car around, driving out of the gypsy village. Vinnie closed his eyes, nothing but hate filling his mind. How could Brando do that to him? But it paled in comparison to what their mother had done.

  What kind of mother ordered their own son to fuck their other son’s woman?

  “Where are you going, Miko?” Gianni said.

  Vinnie opened his eyes as Miko turned left instead of right.

  “A shortcut,” Miko replied.

  “But that’s in the opposite direction.”

  “I know what I’m doing! I come to the village all the time.”

  “You don’t have to jump down my throat,” Gianni retorted. “What’s got into you?” His eyes went to Miko’s pocket. “And who the hell is texting you every minute?”

  “My mother. She’s unwell, so keep your questions to yourself, I’m sick of answering them.”

  “Stop arguing,” Vinnie barked. “And turn the fuck around, Miko. Gianni’s right, you’re heading in the wrong direction.”

  “The road I need to go down is the second on the right. It’ll cut ten minutes off the trip.”

  Vinnie’s gaze moved to the road. “That doesn’t lead home, it leads to...” He stopped talking, seeing Miko’s worried eyes in the rearview mirror. Vinnie pulled out his gun and pointed it at the back of Miko’s head. “Turn the car around. Now!”

  Miko pulled over to the side of the road. “What are you doing, boss?”

  “That road leads to the Landi compound.”

  “No, it’s a shortcut.”

  “I don’t believe you.” Vinnie’s eyes moved to Gianni. “Take his gun, Gianni.”

  Gianni went for it, but Miko moved faster. He whipped it out and shot Gianni in the face, spraying Vinnie with blood. Vinnie pulled his own trigger, but no bullet left the chamber. He pulled it again, the gun not working. Throwing it aside, he scrambled out of the car and jumped to his feet, sprinting for the bushes in the distance. Miko shouted at him to stop. Ignoring him, Vinnie pushed through the bushes, wishing he could kill the traitor, but a fist against a gun wasn’t going to win anything.

  He continued onwards, stopping as he came to a river, one far too wide and rough to swim across. Miko called out to Vinnie, the fat bastard a distance away. Vinnie raced back to the bushes and ducked down, planning on taking Miko by surprise. A few minutes later, Miko finally appeared, huffing and puffing, looking like death warmed up. Vinnie shot out from behind the bushes, kicking Miko in the back. The soldier went down, dropping his gun as he hit the ground.

  Vinnie grabbed it and pointed it at Miko’s head. “Tell me why you’re taking me to the Landi compound?!”

  “I wasn’t,” Miko said, rolling onto his back.

  “Don’t lie!” Vinnie kicked him in the ribs, making the traitor yell out. “Tell me now, or I’ll make your death painful, because you are going to die, it’s just a matter of how much I make you scream.”

  “I wasn’t given a choice!”

  “What are they holding over you?”

  “My mother. If I don’t bring you to them, they’ll kill her. They cut off her middle finger and sent it to me. Please, boss, I had no choice, and they said they wouldn’t kill you.”

  “Liar, they’ll torture me for what my brother did to their Don and his wife.”

  “No, no, the Landi girl loves you, she wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Irene Landi. She’s obsessed with you.”

  “The Don’s daughter?”

  “Sì.”

  “I barely know her, and she’s in the mental asylum.”

  “You’re wrong; she was that woman Dominic ordered me to kill.”

  “Don’t play me for a fool, she looks nothing like Irene. Irene’s unattractive, while my stalker was beautiful.”

  “She had plastic surgery.”

  Rustling sounds came from behind Vinnie, making him look over his shoulder.

  Men in combat clothing emerged from the bushes, all of their guns trained on him. “Drop your weapon,” one of the soldiers commanded, the man a massive wall of muscle.

  Vinnie aimed his gun at the man. “If you shoot at me, I’ll take you out too.”

  “My orders are not to kill you.”

  “Only so you can torture me for what my brother did.”

  “You won’t be tortured; my boss has other plans for you.”

  “Is he going to ransom me?”

  “No, she wants you for herself.”

  “Irene Landi?”

  “Correct, now lower your weapon. You’re outnumbered, so make this easy on yourself.”

  Vinnie dropped the gun onto Miko’s gut. Miko grabbed it and pushed to his feet.

  “Good work, Miko,” the soldier said. “The boss will be very pleased with you.”

  Miko grimaced. “I had to kill Gianni because of Vinnie.”

  “We told you to pay Gianni off. His death is on you.”

  “He wouldn’t have turned on the Santini, he was loyal.”

  “For a million he would’ve.”

  “Yeah, and Irene owes me.”

  “You’ll get paid. Now, go back to the Santini and tell them the gypsies took Vinnie.”

  “No fucking way. If I go back without Vinnie, Brando will torture and kill me. I told you he threatened me. Instead, phone the Santini, using Vinnie to get Brando. Pretend to ransom Vinnie, asking only for Brando to come for the exchange. You lot grab him, then the signorina will have the both of them.” His eyes moved to Vinnie. “Vinnie to marry and Brando to kill.”

  “What the hell?” Vinnie said.

  Miko smiled. “My mistress has the hots for you, Vinnie. She wants to bear your children.”

  “You’re all nuts.”

  “No, just Irene. Pity for you I recognized the names in her tattoos. She looks nothing like the last time I saw her. By the way, I lied earlier, they don’t have my mother.” Miko’s smile widened. “I’m a third cousin of Irene’s. Of course, I had to forge some papers to get the job with your famiglia.”

  “But, you’ve worked for us for the past seventeen years.”

  “Getting information for my famiglia. And just so you know, that servant you assholes murdered didn’t plant those bombs, I did. I set him up to take the fall. I told the imbecille about that Viper puttana so he would act scared around her, making her suspicious. After I planted the bombs, I told him that Salvatore was waiting for him in the lounge. That fool would’ve bent over for your brother.” Miko made a noise, imitating an explosion. “Pity I didn’t kill more than your sister-in-law, I wanted to take you all out. And that faulty gun you tried to shoot me with, I put it in the car to give you a false sense of security. I was planning on kidnapping you later today, and you walked right into my trap without me even having to try.”

  Without a second thought, Vinnie went for Miko. A dart struck him in the shoulder before he reached the bastard. He fell forward, unconscious before he hit the ground.

  27

  Kneeling between Ivy’s thighs, Brando leaned forward and licked the chocolate off her tit, then sucked the soft mound into his mouth. Still tied to his bed, Ivy arched her back, moaning loudly. Continuing to suckle her, he started stroking his cock, loving the sounds she was making, the woman turning him on more than anyone had before.

  “Brando,” she breathed out. “Untie me, I want to touch you.”

  Ignoring her request, he rolled her nipple around in his mouth, making her squirm, then lapped at the curve of her breast, where some chocolate had trickled down. Craving more, he picked up the ceramic pourer and dribbled the melted chocolate over her stomach and breasts, eager to feast on her.

  An argument broke out in the passageway. Sae Ra was yelling at Alessandro for sleeping with her friends. Doing his best to ignore them, Brando lowered his head and licked up Ivy’s body, cleaning all the chocolate off her.
Ivy moaned his name loudly, causing Sae Ra to stop yelling at Alessandro. Amused, Brando bit down on her nipple.

  She yelped. “Brando! Don’t bite me!”

  Brando sniggered as Alessandro barked out a laugh, making Ivy’s gaze shoot to the door.

  Looking annoyed, she returned her attention to Brando. “You did that on purpose.”

  “You bet I did.” He cupped her chin. “Because I want everyone to know you’re mine.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, getting lost in them for a moment.

  A door slammed, making him pull away from Ivy. Sae Ra started yelling at Alessandro again, ordering him to come out of his room. Brando shook his head, thinking his brother was digging a hole for himself with the Vipers, especially Sae Ra, the woman a bunny-boiler.

  He refocused on Ivy. “Warn Sae Ra off Alessandro, because if she, or any of the other Vipers, dare hurt my brother, I will make their deaths painful.”

  She frowned. “Okay.”

  “Bene, because like me, he’s that way for a reason.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Was he abused, too?”

  “Not sexually. He was brutally tortured by kidnappers when he was fourteen. He almost died from it. Sex is his way of forgetting. He needs it excessively, more than any woman can give him. Make the Vipers understand that, and if they won’t listen, order them to back down, because with the way Sae Ra’s acting someone could die.”

  “I agree, she’s already threatening the other Vipers to stay away from him.”

  “I don’t care what she does to the Vipers, just as long as she doesn’t hurt my brother.”

  “I’ll call a meeting to deal with the problem.”

  “Grazie. Now, enough talk about Alessandro, I’m still hungry.” He poured some chocolate into her bellybutton and slurped it up noisily, wanting to make Ivy laugh. She giggled, wriggling her body about.

  He pulled back. “Are you ticklish there?”

  “No.”

  He grinned. “Liar.” He poured more chocolate into her navel and repeated what he’d done, making Ivy squirm even more.

  Once he’d finished every last drop, he moved up over her and latched onto her lips again. Distracting her with a kiss, he grabbed an ice cube from the bowl sitting on the bedside table and reached between her legs, running the cube up her pussy.

  She gasped, breaking their kiss. “What did you do that for?!”

  Smirking, he ran the ice over her pussy again.

  She cried out, “Brando!”

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “It’s cold!”

  “Not as cold as this.”

  Placing a hand on her stomach to keep her still, he pushed the ice cube inside of her pussy. She let out a shriek and yanked on the cuffs, moving her lower-half about frantically. Before the ice had a chance to melt, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside of her. He gasped as his cock came in contact with the ice cube, the combination of hot and cold feeling incredible. He started moving inside of her, his mind crazed over the conflicting temperatures.

  “Yes, Brando, yes!” she cried, her complaints gone within seconds.

  Her dark eyes were locked onto his face, eating him up, with the biggest fuck-me look he’d ever seen. He placed his hands on either side of her head and continued fucking her, giving her what she wanted, her continuous murmurs encouraging him, making him believe for once he’d found his match, a woman who not only lusted after him, but could handle his depraved mind.

  Ivy started lifting her ass off the bed, hitting her pelvis against his. He dropped his gaze, watching as his cock slid in and out of her pussy; the melting ice and her juices making it shiny. He knew she wasn’t aware he was condomless, but he didn’t care. She was his woman and he would fuck her as he pleased.

  Her pussy tightened around his cock, making him gasp. Knowing he was about to come, he pulled out of her and shot cum over her stomach and breasts, also hitting her on the neck. He quickly stuck his cock back inside of her and resumed fucking her, making sure he got her off before he went soft. But he remained rock-hard, not even softening a little.

  He picked up the pace, a strange urgency to come remaining, regardless of already having shot his load. He didn’t understand it, especially since it had never happened to him before. But then again, no woman had ever turned him on as much as Ivy, the Viper capturing both his body and his mind.

  Ivy stiffened beneath him, every muscle in her toned body straining to come. She flung her head back and cried out his name, coming around his cock, her pussy gripping onto it tight. Brando’s eyes widened as he came again, shocked that he was having a double-orgasm, something he’d never experienced before. Pure pleasure raced through him, blanketing his mind, no thought involved, only ecstasy remaining.

  A white blur passed over his eyes, blinding him for a moment, then he was lifted away from the bed, his spirit detaching from his body, floating above it. Like with his whipping, he knew it couldn’t be real, but he continued to stare down at himself in wonder. His naked body was lying on top of Ivy, with his cock still firmly imbedded in her.

  “Brando, get off,” Ivy said. “You’re squashing me.”

  He didn’t answer, making him wonder whether he was dead this time.

  “Brando?!” Ivy yanked at her cuffs. “Say something.”

  She continued to struggle underneath him, causing Brando’s head to loll to the side. His eyes were closed, the slight curve of his lips giving the impression he was smiling.

  “Brando, stop joking about, this isn’t funny.” She started frantically yanking at the cuffs. “Oh God, you’re not joking, are you?” Full-out panic took over her features. “Wake up, Brando. Wake up!”

  Another voice called out to Brando, pulling his attention away from Ivy. He looked over his shoulder, jolting in surprise. His father was floating before him, looking like he had on the day Brando had killed him. Scared, Brando tried to move away, but couldn’t even flinch, his body no longer his own to command.

  His father removed his hand from his chest. Blood was coloring his white shirt, blossoming over his heart. He extended his blood-soaked hand to Brando. “Why did you shoot me, son? You had to know I was your father.”

  Brando’s shocked gaze dropped to his own hand, stunned to see he was holding a gun. He looked back up at his father, who had tears in his eyes.

  “By killing me, you destroyed your brother’s life,” his father said. “I could’ve stopped that evil man from touching Jagger. You could’ve stopped him too, but you kept quiet, allowing the priest to move on from you to Jagger. You caused your brother to lose his mind, and me to lose my life. So, what will you do to make things right?”

  Brando placed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

  ***

  “Brando! Wake up! Oh God, please, please wake up.”

  Brando opened his eyes, seeing Ivy underneath him, his body squashing hers. He rolled off her and placed a hand to his head, feeling a sharp pain where his bullet wound was.

  “Are you all right?” Ivy said.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You blacked out.”

  “For how long?”

  “Two or three minutes. I thought you were joking at first.” She yanked on her cuffs. “Free me now.”

  He sat up, the sudden movement making him dizzy. He placed a hand on the bed to steady himself, then went about freeing Ivy. Once done, he lay back down, rubbing his sore head.

  Ivy placed a hand on his cheek, concern coloring her brow. “You should see the doctor.”

  “No, I’ll be fine.”

  “You weren’t fine. People don’t just blackout for nothing. The bullet probably caused it.”

  “Most likely. It’s been making me hallucinate too,” he said, remembering the mirage of the priest at the gypsy village. “I also blacked out in a similar way when I was being whipped.”

  “Then get Cesare to check it out.” She pushed off the bed and grabbed her clothes. “I’ll go with you.”


  “There’s no point, the bullet can’t be removed without causing more damage.”

  “He still needs to know.”

  “Maybe later.”

  “No, now,” she said, pulling on her pants.

  “Sheesh, I’m not married to you yet, so quit nagging me.”

  “You won’t be married to me at all if you die.”

  Despite the pain, he smiled. “Does that mean you’ll marry me?”

  “No, get dressed.”

  Grumbling, he swung his legs out of bed, feeling like he had a whopping hangover. His phone went off. He snatched it off the bedside cabinet. “Pronto?”

  Ricardo’s voice came over the line: “Meet me in my office ASAP. Vinnie’s been kidnapped.”

  ***

  Brando massaged his aching temples as Dominic paced Ricardo’s office, raging about the gypsies. Ricardo had received a package containing one of their soldiers’ heads along with a note, stating that the gypsies had Vinnie and would only speak to Brando regarding the ransom. Brando had called them, getting all the information from Drago he needed for the exchange.

  “I will kill those fucking gypsies!” Dominic yelled.

  “I don’t think this is Drago’s doing,” Brando said, dropping his hands. “He’s not stupid. He knows we’d kill him and his brothers, plus his voice didn’t sound right. He could’ve been forced to make that call. Personally, I think this is the work of mafiosi. Mafiosi decapitate heads, whereas those gypsies only give head. They’re whores, entertainers, and thieves, not kidnappers and murderers.”

  Dominic waved his hand in the air in a dismissive manner. “I don’t understand how you can say that after what you told me about Gemma. Those fucking phone calls she made drove Vinnie insane. She’s a stalker and stalkers do crazy merda like this. I guarantee she’s behind everything. She probably enticed Vinnie to her village so that her husband’s famiglia could snatch him.”

  “It still doesn’t make sense,” Brando said. “Why would the gypsies risk their lives for a million? If they were serious, they should’ve asked for more. They know we’re stinking rich. It just seems like very little money for such a risky exchange.”