Page 46 of Becoming His Pet

“Something like that. He owned a carwash, on the south side. Men would come in every couple of days, talk with him in the back office, then leave again.”

“Sort of like what Antonio did with Teo and Anthony,” Greg pointed out.

“Yeah, like that.”

“So why would Antonio have need to take out your father?”

“I don’t know. Once Dad was gone, the carwash went under. It hadn’t been making any money for real. Maybe Antonio wanted to have more of the pie. Dad kept me from all that crap. He never let anyone over at the house and he never took me to work when they were there. He hid me from that part of his life.”

“And your mother?” Greg probed a little deeper; she’d been forthcoming so far, and until she started to clam up, he’d get what information he could from her.

“She died.” Nora pulled back from him, scooting her ass back and tucking her knees under her chin. The retreat had begun.

“When?”

Her eyes flickered to him then down to his hands resting on his knees. Was she planning to start lying now?

“I don’t remember. Dad said I was two, maybe three. I don’t remember her.”

“Do you know how?”

“No. What does this have to do with letting me call Bernie?” She changed the topic with a terse tone.

“I’m just curious. Okay, back to Bernie? He’s just a family friend?” He felt his eyebrow rise.

“Yeah. Last time I saw him was at Dad’s funeral. After that he helped me sell the carwash and get a new place to live. The house Dad and I lived in was too expensive. I sold it and got an apartment in the city.”

“Would you have really killed Antonio if you’d found whatever evidence you needed?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and reaching for her hair.

She took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”

He tugged on a lock of hair. “Antonio is connected, Nora, to families with more power than the Chicago PD. A man like him doesn’t get murdered without the say-so of higher-up people. And those people wouldn’t just let you kill him without paying a price.”

She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes.

“What happens now? The Santinelli brothers have pinned this on me, right? The cops are looking for me? If I go back, I’ll be dead before bail can be set.”

“I think you’re right about that.” He leaned back, pulling her again by the hair so that she would rest on his knee. She didn’t make any protest, just snuggled back into him.

Fuck, it felt good to have her touching him, so close and so obedient. But he needed to keep his eye on the end result here. He couldn’t lose sight of the objective, otherwise he’d have the same shit happen as overseas. And that wasn’t going to fucking happen to Nora.

“Bernie might know what to do.” She tested the waters of bringing him up again.

“He might. Or, he works with Anthony and Teo and won’t be able to help you as much as you think.”

“He would never hurt me, Greg. He was close with my father.”

“And his staying away since then has been a way of keeping you safe.” Greg nodded to himself. At least that was positive.

“Let me call him tomorrow. You can talk to him, too.” She knelt up, spreading his knees and moving closer to him. Her breasts were still bare; he didn’t allow pets to wear clothing.

He reached over and stroked her nipples, softly, absentmindedly. They were smaller than some men would like, but it wasn’t the size that mattered to him. Her tits were perfectly fit to her petite frame. Round and perky, perfectly appetizing.

She ran her hands up his legs toward his hardening cock. He caught her hands and leaned down to meet her nose to nose.

“I’m not easily led around by my dick, little pet.” He meant the statement to chastise her, but the headiness of her breath, the dilation of her pupils suggested he’d made her wet instead.

Fuck, she was perfect.

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