Page 17 of His Passerotta

Finn slides behind me, his hips pressing into my back as he guides his hands from my shoulders to my breasts. I bite my cheek to keep my protest at bay and don’t move a muscle. It would only make things worse. He has me trapped in place between his hardening dick he’s intentionally rubbing me with and his intrusive hands.

He continues to my hoodie’s pocket where he slips the lock pick out with a deft hand and holds it up for the others to see. “Mystery solved, gentlemen.”

“I just needed my phone,” I try to explain, but my voice is so weak, I’m not sure they even hear me.

Finn slips the cell from my back pocket next, taking the time to grope my ass. He tosses it to the big guy who catches it with one hand then drops it on the floor and crushes it with his heel.

“You’re an incredibly poor liar,” Maksim scowls.

My lip quivers as I look to Anthony for help yet again. “Please.”

“Who are you?” Finn asks me, his hand slipping beneath my shirt to rest on my hip. “How did you know we’d be here?”

His questions sound serious, but his hands only show his excitement.

He’s not worried. He barely seems to care.

He just wants this over with so he can get to what happens next.

Which is not something I want to think about.

“Anthony, please,” I say, my voice breaking. “I swear to you, I was just here to get my phone. I—I won’t say anything. I’ll just go.”

“Anthony?” Maksim parrots, his head turning to him. “You know this girl?”

Anthony allows a few seconds to pass before he shrugs. “Apparently, she works for me. We have no personal connection.”

Maksim huffs before turning to Finn. “You gonna deal with her or should Hugh?”

“It’d be my pleasure,” the big guy, Hugh, says. Finn’s intentions for me seem more clear, more for his enjoyment than anything else. Hugh looks all business. He looks painful.

“Anthony,” I whine, tears blurring my vision.

“Oh no, I’ve got this one,” Finn says, smiling against my ear.

He spins me around and lifts me over his shoulder, making me yelp. His large hand squeezes my ass. “I think we’ve talked enough, don’t you agree?”

He must get his answer because he pats my rear, halting my movement when I squirm and says, “Good. Run along and tell your boss all is well, and I’ll do the same. Gruco, tell the fiery one of you to expect our call.”

Finn turns around, giving me one last look at Anthony, still leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “Please!” I try one last time in a panic as Finn carries me away. “Please help me! Please!”

“Sure you don’t know her?” I hear Maksim’s fading voice mutter.

Finn pushes out the door into the alleyway, and I quiet, nothing but my ragged breaths to draw attention. I’m smart enough to know doing so would only result in more deaths than my own.

“That’s a good girl,” Finn says, rubbing my ass. “I promise when we get to our destination, you can make all the noise you want.”

I let out a terror-filled cry then slap a hand over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut and whimpering into my palm.

“Stop!”

My eyes snap open at the voice the same time Finn slows. He turns, so I only get a glimpse of Anthony standing at the back door, but the glimpse is enough to flood my heart with pure, grateful hope.

Save me.

Save me, save me, save me.

Finn stands still as footsteps sound our way, with more sets in the distance.

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