Page 30 of Capo

“Atlanta, Georgia.”

“She doesn’t have an accent. Nothing.”

“Maybe she’s good at faking it?”

“I’ll fucking show her not to fake shit with me,” I growl.

Matteo is quiet.

“Find out everything about her brothers. Where they sit, how much time they’re doing, how much they have left, if we know anyone inside, and if we don’t, put someone there. Focus on that.”

“Will do. I’m not even gonna ask.”

“No, you’re not.”

I’m suddenly a lot more intrigued. What the fuck? I thought she was some meek city girl, a socially awkward, albeit pretty, accountant, and it turns out she’s a fucking criminal? Suddenly I have so much new material I can use against her. My head spins as I turn my steps toward my private wing and my cock stirs at the thought.

My heart pounds a little harder as I enter her cell. It’s a bit chilly, but it could be a lot more uncomfortable. We had the walls, floor and ceiling padded until I didn’t have to hear the screams from below when I tried to sleep. I smirk when I push open the door and look at the naked woman huddled in the corner, staring at me in delicious fear.

“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,” I say. “You’ve been a naughty girl. Or should I say Christine?”

Chloe

I flinch. He knows I forged a new identity. Oh no. Fuck.

“Does it matter at this point?” My voice is filled with bitterness. Everything I fled from, every bad decision I made, the new life I built. All for nothing.

“It matters a lot. I believe it matters to your brothers, doesn’t it? Hmm? How much time do they have left inside? Are they safe where they sit?”

I stare at him in horror. “No—Please! Please don’t hurt them!” I have no difficulty recognizing a threat when I hear it.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“What do you mean?” I whisper, shrinking back.

“I don’t have much use for you in your current state, but you will heal.”

My heart thuds hard. “What do you want?”

He snickers. “I want your complete submission, your complete obedience. You will stay here, and you’ll be my personal toy for as long as I find you useful.”

My eyes widen. “What? No!”

“Do you love your brothers?”

I snap my mouth shut. I don’t know what to tell him. Of course I love my stupid, wayward, reckless baby brothers, even though the choices they made, that we all made, landed them in the penal system. I will always live with the guilt that I got away.

“Yes,” I mouth and look down at my lap, my chest clenching. I jerk hard when he walks up to me and grabs my hair.

“Suck my cock.”

I gasp and look up at him. “No, please.”

“Chloe, you’re fucking useless after my nephew’s treatment, but you can open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock, or I’ll have someone rip Charlie a new one.”

“You—you can’t do that!”

“Oh yes, I can.” He unbuckles his belt with his free hand, unzips and pulls out his cock, stroking it. I clench my teeth, my instinct to resist almost impossible to overcome. Salvatore brushes his thickening cock over my closed lips, the head silky, a drop of salty wetness slick against my skin. “How’s it gonna be? Give head, which I’m sure you’ve done plenty before, or know you had Charlie ass raped until he wept like a little baby?”

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