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With the possibility of complete failure looming on her one and only case, she proved years of studying and forcing her body to do the unimaginable was worth it. She fought hard to get to this point and would not disappoint anyone, least of all Jack.
If things fell in their favor, Sal would end up alongside Kaci. If not, they would be on opposing sides, and it would be every man—or woman—for themselves.
Sitting in the back off to the side, Kaci took a seat. Since Sal started, the weekends had become increasingly packed by a rowdy crowd of women and men, all wanting to experience the golden boy’s charms first hand. His performances enthralled, captivating the audience with a personal touch as he welcomed everyone individually.
The courtyard went dark when Mullins took to the stage under a single spotlight. “Tonight, you have all come to see… someone,” he teased suggestively. The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling. Chuckling at their fervor, Mullins added, “Ladies and Gents… Sal Raniero!”
Immediately, the crowd took to chanting “Sally” over and over again, until nothing could be heard but the drum of his name. Kaci glanced around, taking a sip of her water and making sure no one watched her scoping out the stage. Setting down her glass, she noticed a rustle off to her side.
There he was.
Sal Raniero covered in a silk, Italian flag robe. His long, wet curls brushed against his forehead, framing his easily distinguishable profile. The sharp nose and the dark brows contoured hauntingly seductive eyes.
He curled his lip at Kaci as he waited for the raucous crowd to take over like their chants alone would carry him to the stage. She nodded once, pushing her glasses up onto her nose and pulling her ball cap tighter on her head in an attempt to hide.
Sal jumped around, warming his body up as she tried to ignore him by turning away. He stepped closer, pushing his frame against her shoulder as he stole her ball cap and put it backwards on his head. Bending down, he kissed her lips lightly. Sal grinned like the devil and ran towards the stage. He spun around fast, shooting her a million-dollar smile. “Thanks babe!”
Kaci was just another stranger in his legion of fangirls. Before she could comprehend what had just happened, his hips gyrated and pulsed to a booming bass beat. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Jack.
“He’s fucking charming…”
“I told you—he isn’t like anyone else. You are going to have to play your cards tight.”
Kaci didn’t need to stay for his performance to understand Sal Raniero. He played brilliantly to the crowd, building his confidence up to a cocky, arrogant level. With those eyes and that body, Sal had them eating out of his hand with the flash of a smile.
Dropping the robe, Sal strutted across the stage in a black suit. Still wearing the ball cap, he paced slowly to the back curtain and doffed the jacket, revealing his muscular back. When he turned around, his hands were full of long stem red roses. He placed one in his mouth and jumped out into the crowd, handing them out one-by-one.
Reaching the bar by the entry, Kaci turned to catch one more glimpse of him, only to wind up facing the devil himself. Handing her the last rose, Sal leaned closer and kissed her lips.
His breath brushed against her lip as he taunted with a smirk, “Have a nice night.”
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TEA for TWO
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SIX DAYS.
NO ONE thought I could last
Here in the cell—I now call home
They didn’t know I grew up in the prison of my crime family’s dream.
Six weeks.
No one thought I could withstand
The loss, the drugs, the torture
They didn’t know how much I would enjoy their game.
Six months.
No one thought I could survive
Their puppet and prey—but I like to play—Hard.
And I don’t lose.
They picked the wrong guy. Their so-called ‘grunt’ would fight to get home and take revenge. I vowed to come back—for her—for Kaci. But everything changed.
My maniacal mind wrapped with a pretty mug, I am an unforgiving bastard, tough—tougher than they ever imagined.
And I will never – ever – break.
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“Kink and terror manifest in much the same way.”
- Kaci Hope
The flight took forever.
Hearing the voices of men talking in a foreign tongue, Sal couldn’t understand a single syllable. Uproarious and loud, almost jovial, he listened as his future played out like a record skipping repeatedly. The scratching hummed between each revolution until the drub became the only audible sound.
When the plane landed, the man corralled Sal for the same routine in reverse. He tread Sal down the stairs, guiding him to another vehicle. Only this time, he stepped upwards into some sort of SUV. The man hurled the door as he said, “Good luck.”
The long, bumpy ride passed over winding and curving roads, hurting his aching body. His senses on fire, stinging from no use, he needed unbound. They could do with him what they wanted, but bondage had never been his forte. With no idea where they were or who they were, he tried in vain to close his eyes, seeking a rest that would not come.
The one thing Sal knew—he needed to piss like a race horse. He heard a phone ring and the man with an accent said, “Ten minutes.” Between the skips in the record, the drum beat with his words–ten minutes.
Ten minutes to figure out what the fuck to do.
Ten minutes to decide how to play this hand.
Ten minutes to remember who he was.
The heralded golden boy highly anticipated to serve as a Master. The moment Sal set foot in Texas, everyone knew that boy – that submissive – would grow into a Dominant to behold. The kind to wield his emotions through intellect and treat his partner as a princess. With a heavy hand and a ruthless ability, Sal would shine because they trained him, raising him to be no less than the best regardless of the role. He was the pride and promise of Juliet.
Trying to calm his mind, Sal went back through every moment he could remember. Anything to provide a clue as to what the Juliet council planned, or where this journey ended. He had been initiated and that was rare. But now, he had been taken captive…like a hostage. He didn’t recall any members ever engaging in such a brutal and unnerving scene.
The vehicle stopped, lurching his body forward. Suddenly, they moved again, but this time slower until the car turned off. The driver got out, opened his door, and gripped him on the shoulder. The burly voice requested, “Come on, Raniero. You got people waiting.”
Again, not anyone he knew. Judging by how the man handled him, he wasn’t into gentle either. His mind fraught with the possibilities as to what he was about to endure, but he agreed to this.
He wanted this.
He begged for this.
“Push me further, I can do more. Don’t go easy on me.”
He would succeed in this scene for no other reason than he feared disappointing Serene or Jack or Anna. Too many people invested time and money in his development and training for him to wuss out now.
He heard a jingle of keys and a door opened. Guided over the threshold and through a series of hallways, the man led him down two flights of stairs. Again, another long hallway emerged.
Inhaling the stench of his retch, Sal mumbled beneath the hood, “This place feels like a prison.”
The man said nothing as the keys clattered. Hands shoved at his shoulders, pushing him down on his knees, and the door slammed with a thunderous echoing roar.
His worst fears just came true.
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