Page 12 of Fractured Devotion

Andrei pulled free of my mouth and jerked me to a stand. “Your mouth is wicked… but let’s see how your pussy holds up.”

He dragged me across the floor and pushed me against the couch. He ripped the red fabric, tossing the remnants of my dress. The sound of his pants hitting the floor, then the sound of him tearing what I assumed was a condom, was the only warning I got before he shoved his dick inside me.

His thrusts were unforgivable. My body would pay for this rouse, but I didn’t care. I faked my moans, crying out his name as he battered my cunt. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the hotel room. A loud pop from his hand on my ass and my involuntary cry made him chuckle as he tightened his hold on my hair. Jerking my braid backward, he leaned over my body and captured my lips with his. Piercing pain radiated through my body as he bit down on my lip, drawing blood.

“I want to hear you cry out my name as I fill this tight little hole with my cum. You’re mine now, Princess… do you understand what that means?”

I mumbled as he pounded into me from behind.

“Say my name, Princess. Tell me who owns this pussy now.”

“You do… you own it.” I swallowed the vomit burning in my throat. “You own my pussy, Andrei.”

“That’s right, Elle. Fuck… I’m going to cum, Princess. Clutch my cock and cry out my name.”

I forced my muscles to squeeze his dick as he roared out his release. Crying out his name, I pretended to orgasm around his shaft. Faking was what I did. I hadn’t orgasmed since Alex. Fuck. Thinking his name made my eyes well—an emotion I hadn’t allowed myself to show or feel in months. Andrei pulled out and released my hair.

“Turn around.”

Wiping my eyes quickly, I forced a smile and turned to face him.

“Take this off and lick me clean.”

I was going to push my blade into his chest and drag it all the way down to his tiny dick.

“Only if you promise to do the same,” I smirked, knowing I just earned the slap that knocked me to my side.

“You’re not in charge here, Princess.” He gripped my hair, tugging me to my knees. “I am. When you’re done cleaning my cock… I’m going to shove it so deep in your ass, you’re going to know who you belong to now.”

He was a means to an end… I just had to keep my temper in check for a little longer.

Because soon enough, I’d show him exactly who was in charge.

seven

ALEX

We were only two days away from the main event, and the so-called Angel of Mercy was still a ghost to us. Despite yet another one of Lipovsky’s men turning up dead in a rundown hotel, evidence of her handiwork, she remained out of sight. It was maddening. Then there was Vincenzo, acting stranger than usual, if that was even possible. When Massimo confronted him about his odd behavior, Vincenzo shrugged it off, blaming the stress of his wife’s pregnancy and the sleepless nights that came with it. He said he just wanted his family to escape this nightmare. That sentiment wasn’t unique to him; we all craved that escape, a way out of the dark shadow Lipovsky cast over us. But with each passing day, and the Angel of Mercy still a mystery, that escape seemed further out of reach.

I tucked myself into the shadows of the casino, waiting and watching Lipovsky and his men. They strutted around Vegas as if they owned the streets they walked along. A few encounters with Massimo had left him on edge even more. He had to put on a front so as not to tip off Lipovsky that we were on to him and his disgusting schemes. My gut churned with revulsion as women threw themselves at him. Did they not know the monster that lurked beneath the Armani suit? He’d wine them and dine them, then send them off to their ill fate—sold to the highest bidder.

I watched as Andrei, Lipovsky’s second in command, strolled into the room. Attached to his arm was the most stunning woman I’d seen in a long time. Her hair, despite being blonde and clearly out of a bottle, was swept back in some type of braid that resembled a mermaid’s tail. It hung along her back, caressing the skin that was bare all the way to the top of her ass. The golden dress she wore was a scrap of material that barely covered her front. It stopped at the top of her thighs, giving a perfect view of her sexy legs. Shifting to get a better look, I watched as Andrei tugged her in for a kiss. He was more than happy to show public affection, but her body language screamed something different. Andrei leaned in and spoke in her ear, making her stiffen and nod. She turned and started toward me, but not before he slapped her backside. She froze, and I watched as her eyes clenched shut and her fingers balled into the slightest of fists. His eyes stayed on her backside as she moved in my direction.

Interesting. It would appear I found a weakness in the ranks. I turned my back to her and tugged the baseball hat I wore, concealing my face as she ambled down the hallway past me toward the ladies’ room. Once I heard the door snick shut, I glanced toward the main room, ensuring Andrei was otherwise occupied. Confirming he was no longer standing there watching her retreat, I eased my way toward the restroom and paused. I waited a heartbeat before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

I half expected her to scream at my sudden intrusion, but I was met with silence. Confused about where she could have gone, I searched each stall, coming up empty-handed. Turning back toward the door, I was shocked to find it closing. How in the hell had she gotten out without me noticing? Hurrying my steps, I pushed open the door to see the backside of her body hurrying down the hallway. I started after her but halted my steps when she was tugged against Andrei. Who the hell was she to him, and how in the fuck had she snuck past me?

I watched their interaction for a moment before heading in the opposite direction. I was due to meet Massimo and Lorenzo, the head of the Bianchi family syndicate, to discuss information Lorenzo’s sister, Sofia, had uncovered. The Bianchi family controlled the Mafia Syndicate in Rome, Italy, and, most recently, Reno, Nevada. After we decimated the recent sale of humans in Columbia—the place where I’d lost Carmela—Lorenzo took control of Reno. His father, Filippo, still controlled Rome. With the help of Massimo and, ironically, Miguel Angel, leader of the Sureños, Lorenzo now ran the syndicate in Reno. The weirdest aspect of the Bianchi syndicate was Lorenzo’s second in command—his sister, Sofia. That position was typically reserved for a man, but she was far more suited than any man I’d ever met. Hell, Sofia gave Vincenzo, Massimo’s second (and brother), a run for his money.

Slipping through the entryway, I hurried over to my Tahoe and climbed inside. The engine rumbled to life as I keyed in Massimo’s number.

“Alex.” His voice filled the interior of my car. “Where are you?”

“Sorry, boss man. I got tied up at the Bellagio. I’ll be there in about,”—I glanced at the digital display on my dashboard—“seven minutes.”

“Fine… anything interesting at the casino?”

My mind conjured up the image of the blonde woman. “Andrei was there with Lipovsky. He’s got himself a beautiful woman who seems to be attached to his hip. Might be a weakness we can exploit.”

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