by B. B. Hamel
“Go ahead,” Dante said to Pagano. “Grab the gun I know you’re thinking about. Go ahead and do it. Give me an excuse to kill you and everyone else.”
“This won’t end well,” Pagano said. “Just give yourself up and end this mess. She’s not worth it.”
Dante crouched down in front of his former mentor, a wicked smile on his face. “Do you like living, Pagano?” he asked.
“I have less time than most,” he said.
“I’m sure. But you want to keep living all the same. And if you don’t, really, I have other ways of getting you to do what I want.”
“What is it you want from me, Dante?”
“Call Gennaro. Get him over here.”
“How?”
“I don’t care. Think of some excuse to get him here.”
“Then what? You plan on killing him? That won’t stop the family from coming after you.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m not going to kill Gennaro.”
“What are you going to do?”
Dante smirked. “Pay him.” He stood up and walked over to me. “There’s rope in the car. Go grab that for me, will you?”
I nodded once then hesitated. “Are you really going to pay him?”
“It’s our best option. But don’t worry. I’ll make him suffer a bit first.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I headed outside and down the block. I opened the trunk of the car and grabbed some rope before heading back. When I got inside, Dante had already placed a gag in Pagano’s mouth. When I handed him the rope, he tied Pagano up tightly, making sure he couldn’t move.
Pagano made some noise, but Dante just grinned at him. “Can’t hear you, old man,” he said. When he was finished, Dante stepped back and observed Pagano.
“What are we going to do with him?” I asked Dante.
“Nothing for now,” he said. “I’ll let him stew for a bit before I let him make the call.”
“Think he will?”
“Yes,” Dante said. “He will.” He turned and walked into the other room. After one more glance at Pagano, I followed him.
I never thought I’d go from being kidnapped to kidnapping someone else, but it seemed almost unsurprising at this point. After everything that had happened, I might as well embrace this new kind of life. Dante seemed to know what he was doing, and I frankly needed to trust him.
I could look at it selfishly and say that I had no other choice, but truthfully, this was what I wanted. I wanted to give myself over to him and let him choose what was best for us. I wanted him to have control of the situation, just like he had control of me.
We stepped in the next room over and Dante turned toward me, eyes burning. I knew what that look meant, and it surprised me.
“Dante,” I started, but he stepped toward me.
“You submitted to me,” he said seriously. “That means you’re mine now. Tell me you’re mine.”
I stared at him, my heart suddenly beating fast in my chest. “I’m yours,” I said, breathless.
“Good. You’re going to need to do exactly as I say from here on out. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said softly.
“We can start right now.”
“How?”
He kissed me full and deep, and I felt a thrill run through my chest. This wasn’t what I was expecting, since we were in the middle of enemy territory and the stakes were so high, but I couldn’t stop myself. Not when Dante wanted it.
His lips pressed hard against mine, his tough body pushing me back against a wall. I gasped as his lips found my neck, working me furiously, as his hands slid down my body. He slipped his fingers down into my shorts and found my pussy, making me gasp.
“We shouldn’t,” I moaned as he began to tease my clit.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Pagano. The other room.”
“Fuck that old bastard,” he said, smirking. His fingers pressed inside of me and I tipped my head back, moaning. “I want this right here and now.”
“Dante,” I groaned, surprising myself. I was dripping wet, I realized, and I wanted him just as badly. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew we were about to play a dangerous game. I didn’t know if this was going to be my last chance to taste him again, and so I was going to fuck him like it was never happening again.
I dropped to my knees, greedy and impatient. He smirked at me as I unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down, revealing his thick bulge pressing against his cotton underwear.
“Look at you,” he spoke softly as I pulled down his briefs and began to stroke him. “You’re so impatient and desperate for my cock. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
I nodding and began to suck his cock, taking him into my mouth and working his tip.
He groaned and pressed my head down further.
“That’s right, swallow my fucking cock girl,” he said. “Suck that cock like you’ll never taste it again.”
I went wild on him, taking him into my throat, letting him fuck my mouth. I pressed my hand between my thighs and began to rub my clit, moaning as I sucked his cock.
“You’re a dirty fucking girl and we both know it. You need this big dick between your lips. I love watching you work your own pussy while you suck me off.” He pressed me down deep, gagging me, holding me there. I was his to do with whatever he wanted and pleasure rocketed through me as I kept working my clit.
He pulled me back, spit trailing from my mouth to his cock, and he kissed me. I moaned into his kiss then he pulled me to my feet, practically tearing off my clothes.
“Bend over,” he commanded. I turned around and put my hands flat on the kitchen counter, spreading my legs for him.
“Look at that pretty ass,” he said. “You’re dripping wet, you know that? I can see your soaked pussy from here.” He crossed the space between us and slapped my ass. “Is this what you want?”
“I want you,” I moaned. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
He took my hair and pulled it back then slapped my ass again and again. He was spanking me and I loved it, alternating between hard palms to my ass with his fingers deep inside of my pussy. He fucked me with his fingers, whispering in my ear, and then slapped me again.
“This body is mine. I’m going to kill for it, maybe even do worse. Every inch of you is going to be all mine when this is through, and I’ll make sure you want to stay that way. I’ll work this pussy until you’re lying on the ground drooling and out of your mind with pleasure, just because I can.” He slapped me harder and I moaned. I was sure that my ass was bright red with his palm print and I absolutely loved it.
He stepped behind me and I felt his cock tease my entrance, sliding up and down my slick skin.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Fuck me and come inside me. Leave me a mess on the floor.”
“That’s right,” he said, and pressed himself deep inside me with a single rough thrust.
Pleasure and pain bloomed as he grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back. He pressed me down against the counter as he began to fuck me, showing absolutely no mercy. His cock slid deep inside of me, his hands gripping my arms, and I was totally helpless as he slammed into me again and again.
I loved the feeling of being controlled and dominated. Maybe that was what drew me to him in the first place. He was the only man in my life to ever treat me this way, and it made me absolutely insane to know that I was his to do whatever he wanted with.
He released my one arm then took my hair, tipping me back and sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. He pressed his lips against my ear.
“I love the way this cunt wraps around my cock. You’re so fucking tight, you know that? You’re a tight little slut with a perfect body. You were built to get fucked by me.”
I moaned, mouth open. “Yes,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
“You can’t even think with my cock deep inside your pussy, can you? You’re
out of your mind with my big cock. You’re drunk on it.”
“Shit,” I moaned as he released my hair. He reached around and began to work my clit. “I’m drunk on your big cock,” I moaned.
He worked me harder, faster, body slamming against mine, filling me up. Pleasure completely overtook me and I realized that he was totally right, I was drunk with the feeling of him inside of me.
He grabbed my hips then and turned me around, pulling his cock out from inside of me and pushing me toward the table. He cleared it off, glass smashing on the ground, and pressed me down onto it, spreading my legs wide. I held onto the edge as he began to fuck me again, sliding in and out.
“I’m going to make you fucking come, girl,” he said, his thumb working my clit as he fucked me. “I’m going to watch that pretty face as you bite your lip and come on my big hard cock. Then I’m going to cover those perfect tits with my cum.”
I didn’t care about the old man in the other room. I didn’t care that he was our hostage, or that we were going into some dangerous situation that we might not come out from. All I cared about was having my orgasm while he fucked me, and I was close, so close, inches away.
He rocked deep inside of me, pressing down on my clit. Ecstasy washed over me as my orgasm built and crested, overwhelming me completely. I came hard on his thick cock as he groaned, pumping in and out of me, fucking me hard.
As my body spasmed with the orgasm, I could hear him groaning. Suddenly he pulled out, stroking his long, thick cock. He came hard, spurting up along my stomach, covering my tits with his thick cum. I groaned, opening my mouth, trying to get a taste as he groaned loudly.
Finally, we both finished. I lay there on the table, panting, covered in sweat and cum as he helped clean me off. When that was done, we collapsed onto the floor together, his arms wrapped around me.
“Shit,” I said. “My heart is pounding and I’m out of breath.”
“Good. That’s what I wanted.”
“Shouldn’t we be preparing or something?”
“That was me preparing.” He grinned at me. “Nothing like a good orgasm to calm the nerves.”
I laughed, putting my head against his chest. “Whatever you say.”
“That was the easy part, you know. The hard part is just getting started.”
“I trust you.”
I wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, and I knew that was true. I trusted him to get us through whatever was coming, no matter what.
Chapter 26
Dante
It was night by the time the trucks pulled up outside of Pagano’s. I checked the clip in my gun one last time, mostly to give my hands something to do as I waited in the corner of the room.
Pagano was nowhere to be seen. I heard the floorboards upstairs creak, and I guessed that was Jodie getting into position. Her role wasn’t large, mostly just to keep her out of the way, but it was the only way I could get her to agree to staying upstairs.
I watched as Gennaro and four men I didn’t recognize got out of the trucks. I clenched my jaw, annoyed that he brought four guys, but that made no difference. He could have brought six hundred guys and my plan would have been the same. I watched as they came up the stoop before I finally retreated back into the kitchen to wait.
I heard the knock on the door then Gennaro’s voice. “Open up, Pagano,” he called.
When nobody answered, he began to knock louder. I could tell that they were impatient and probably expecting the worst from the situation. I smiled to myself, happy that Gennaro wasn’t a total idiot, and excited to finally make my last move. I looked down at the duffel bag on the kitchen floor then looked up at the back door.
That probably saved my life. One of the guards was coming up the back way, and I could see his shadow through the curtain over the back window. I quickly changed positions, getting into a back corner.
“We’re coming in,” I heard Gennaro yell out front. Just then, I heard a radio crackle out back, which was probably the signal.
The back door exploded inward.
The guy stepped in, gun up and ready, at the same time that the front door broke inward. The guy came in, looking around, and fortunately he didn’t spot me hiding behind the smashed-in door.
“What the fuck, Pagano?” Gennaro called out. “Fan out, guys. Find those fucks.”
Now it was time to wait. I counted down in my head. Three, two, one . . .
The lights flickered.
“The fuck?” Gennaro asked.
They flickered again and then the power went out completely. The house was drenched in darkness. Fortunately for me, it was a cloudy evening, which meant no stars or moon to help illuminate the dark house.
“Fuck,” Gennaro called out. “The fuck is happening?”
“Nothing here, boss,” one guy called.
“Clear over here.”
“Clear.”
I grinned to myself and flicked on the night vision glasses. The black house lit up in neon green.
I was lucky that Pagano had a bunch of toys stashed in his basement. Night vision goggles, grenades, guns, shotguns, rifles, and tons of ammunition were all stockpiled down there. I know Pagano was paranoid, but I had no clue how deep it really went. The old school mafia guy was practically ready to start a war all on his own.
I came out of hiding, silenced gun held high. One of the guards came in through the kitchen door and before he could notice me, I put a bullet in his head. His body hit the ground with a thud.
“What was that?” Gennaro called. “Roger, Jimmy, Adam, Rick. Report.”
“Good,” one voice said.
“Good here.”
“Fine.”
There was a pause as I pressed myself against the wall separating the kitchen and the living room.
“Adam?” Gennaro called. “You good?”
No response. I grinned even larger. Adam was dead, you fucking scumbag.
“Shit,” Gennaro said. “Someone is here.”
I stepped into the doorway, crouching low, and saw two figures. One was Gennaro and the other was a bodyguard. I put three bullets in the guard, knocking him back and down.
“Fuck!” Gennaro yelled, diving away. The guard cracked through the coffee table.
I moved fast, into the living room, keeping low. I stuck close to the wall as I came around toward the back hallway. Another guard stepped out from a bedroom and I shot him in the skull, his blood spraying out in neon green all over the wall. He slumped down.
“Shit!” Gennaro was running toward the door.
I had to stop him, but first I had to get the last guard. I ran to the stairs just as Gennaro burst out the front door and spotted the guard coming down full tilt. I raised my gun but it was too late, he smashed directly into me, tackling me and sending the both of us stumbling and rolling down the front stoop.
I was dazed and dizzy but only for a second. I quickly rolled, finding the knife at my side as the guard came at me, trying to grab my throat. I slashed him, scoring a hit on skin, and he reared back.
“Kill him!” Gennaro screamed. The guard went to get a gun from his ankle holster but I managed to tackle him back, knocking him down. The guy was smart enough to grab my wrists, forcing the knife away from him.
He struggled for the knife then, two men fighting for their lives. Everything around me was forgotten as I pushed the knife toward the guard just as he was pushing it toward me. It was a pure battle of strength and determination, and it wasn’t one I was going to lose.
The gunshot cracked out in the night. I felt white-hot pain lance through my shoulder and the guard below me began to choke. Red bloomed up through his throat as his eyes went wide.
I released the knife and rolled away. Gennaro took another shot and missed as I scrambled up and behind a nearby parked car.
He began to fire wildly, fear overtaking him as he retreated toward the driver’s side of his car. I cursed, pinned down, but kept track of his bullets. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen. I ro
lled out from behind the car and ran across the street. Fourteen, Fifteen. I dove behind another car. Sixteen.
I heard his car door slam as I came out from hiding and ran toward him. I watched as he rolled down the window, a malicious smile on his face.
“Time to die, asshole,” he said. “You should have stayed hidden.”
He pulled the trigger. Click.
His face slowly fell as the grin on mine got huge.
Click. Click. Click. Rage blossomed over his expression and he threw the gun at me.
I dodged then reached through the open window, grabbed his head, and smashed it into the steering wheel.
He recoiled back, eyes dazed. I threw the door open, grabbed him, and tossed him from the car. I kicked him once, twice, three times for good measure, then dragged him back into the house.
I was bleeding, but I wasn’t dead. The bullet had gone right through me and killed the guard I was struggling with. Gennaro must have thought I was dead, since he stopped firing just long enough to let me get away.
That was his big mistake.
“You should have counted your shots,” I said to him as I threw him onto the couch. I turned toward the steps. “Jodie,” I called out. “Come down.”
“You dumb bastard,” he said to me. “You’re just going to get yourself killed. We’ll never stop hunting you.”
“Oh, I disagree.”
Jodie came down the steps followed by Pagano, who was still partially tied up. She was leading him by a rope that was wrapped around his hands, but the gag was gone.
“You traitor shit,” Gennaro spit at Pagano.
Pagano ignored him and looked at me. “So this was your plan?” he asked. “Kill them all?”
“Not quite. Jodie?”
She nodded and walked into the kitchen then returned with the duffel bag. I took it from her, opened it, and then tossed it at Gennaro’s feet.
“Fifteen thousand dollars,” I said. “Fifteen thousand plus your life. That’s what I’m offering you.”
Gennaro stared at me then burst out laughing. “You think you can buy your freedom? After this?”
