Sold to Moretti Mafia

Markus

I can taste her fear. It coats the air, leaving a sweet tang against my tongue. The way she rushed into my arms like I was her saving grace and not her damnation.

It made my chest swell. Fuck, her pleading, tears filling her eyes. Fuck it all to hell. I was sure I could do it. Sure, I could fucking push through her pleads, but somehow, she crawled under my skin. Weaseled her way in there slowly.

I felt like punching myself in the face right now.

“I knew you wouldn’t go through with it.” Lucca grins in front of me. I try not to look down at the floor where all of Fallon’s clothes lay discarded. Thank fuck, Lucca didn’t see anything but her ass.

“Shut up and get out of here.” I point him to the door.

“Do you want me to do it? While you’re gone, I mean.” Lucca barely gets the words out before I’m pouncing on him. My hands wrap around his throat, and I growl into his face like a feral animal.

“Don’t even fucking think about touching her again. This was a one-time thing.”

Lucca laughs and shoves me away. “You told me to, stupid.”

“I know!” I roar.

Fuck, I know. Just like I know he’s only trying to be a good friend. Offering me help. “How would you feel about me offering to take care of Claire?”

Lucca’s complete body stiffens, and every trace of a smile is wiped from his face. Not so fucking smug now, are you? “Don’t even talk like that. It’s completely different, and you fucking know it.”

“Sure, it is.” I withhold an eye roll. “Now get out. I have things to take care of.” I open the front door, ready to shove him out on his ass, when he stops right in the doorway.

“Whoa, I didn’t drive out here just to help you.” A cocky grin lights up his face.

“I remember. I was hoping you would forget to bring up whatever it was you wanted to talk about.”

“You’re an asshole.” He shakes his head.

“What do you need to tell me or better yet ask me?” I grip onto the wooden door tighter.

Lucca’s face becomes serious in an instant. It’s scary how quickly he can switch gears. It’s also scary how infatuated he is with this Claire girl.

“Your brother, Felix. Are you still in contact with him?”

“Yes,” I reply as if I’m annoyed, which I kinda am.

“Could you give me his number? I need help with something, and your brother is the man for hacking and tracking down people.”

“First, he’s not cheap. Two, if Julian finds out you’re working with him-”

Lucca interrupts. “He won’t. This is none of Julian’s business, and it doesn’t affect the family in any way. This is for me and me alone.”

Regardless of my brother being my blood relative when he and Julian fell out, I choose to stay loyal to Julian. It caused discord between my brother and me I’m not sure will ever be resolved.

“I don’t want to be dragged into this mess, so keep my name out of it. I’ll text you his number, and only because I feel bad for you.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“You won’t be. Thanks, fucker, if you need anything, let me know.”

“We’re not friends,” I growl.

Lucca snickers. “Sure, we aren’t, asshole.”

As soon as he is gone, I make my way up the stairs. As a warning, I stomp my feet with each step.

I’m nowhere close to knowing the fucking truth, but I couldn’t go further, not with her clinging onto me like I’m her lifeline, begging me not to do it. Fuck, I’ve gone soft. Julian would be disappointed in me, the other men would call me a pussy. I know Fallon is a weakness I can’t afford, but she’s also a drug I can’t kick.

When I enter the bedroom, I find Fallon sitting in the center of the mattress, looking small and fragile. Her eyes are wide and wary. She’s apprehensive about what’s going to happen next, and rightfully so. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m going to do. I should throw her back in the cell with the light off this time, but I can’t bring myself to do that either.

Needing to expel some of the energy out of my body, I pace the floor in front of the bed. I feel her eyes on me, moving like a ping pong ball as I move across the floor.

What the fuck am I going to do with her now?

I need information, but I can’t fucking bring myself to do what it takes to get it out of her. Hurting her isn’t an option. I can’t.

There is so much pent up aggression lingering inside of me, I feel like I’m about to burst at the seams. Plus, I haven’t fucked anything but my own hand for a week, which is a dangerous mixture. Those are the perfect ingredients for a bomb, and I’m about to go off.

Stopping mid-step, I turn and look directly at Fallon. Like a siren, she sits on the bed, completely naked and exposed. She’s looking up at me with her big blue eyes, almost pleading with me. My cock stiffens, and even if I didn’t get the answer I wanted, I know that I’ve held off long enough. One more night without her, and I might fucking die.

I’ve got to have her. All of her.

Raw primal hunger for her pumps through my veins; I move closer to the bed, my eyes remaining on hers the entire time.

“Lie down on your stomach,” I order, and to my surprise, she does it without questioning me. Her compliance only feeds the fucking beast that’s ready to fuck her three ways through this mattress.

Grabbing a pillow, I slide my arm under her belly and lift her up enough to stuff the pillow beneath. Straightening back up, I take her in. With her ass up in the air, I can see her folds peeking out at me. Playing a ridiculous game of peek-a-boo.

I bet she is wet for me already, but that’s not what I want right now. Her pussy might be good, but I want more. I need to claim something else.

“Don’t move,” I warn before I grab the rope off the floor on my side of the bed and start to tie her wrists together. Looping them around the headboard, I secure them. I test the rope, tugging on it, and make sure it’s not digging too tightly into her wrists.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Her voice is muffled by the sheets, but even so, I can hear the tremble in it.

“I want your complete submission tonight. I want you to trust me. Let me do whatever I want. Can you do that?”

“Yes… as long it’s just you.”

“Yes, only me. No one else is going to touch you.” Ever. I don’t know what I was thinking, asking Lucca to do this. The thought of him touching her again makes me want to put a bullet in his brain.

“Okay,” she murmurs against the sheets. Even with her voice muffled, I can hear how relieved she is.