Page 8 of The Mob Boss' Pet

A sharp smack to my ass has me too shocked to move for a moment. “Stop wiggling and screaming,” he says and brings his hand down again across my ass. The scrubs are thin and offer no protection.

I’m wiggling again but for an entirely different reason. Fire erupts across my ass cheeks. He hasn’t stopped walking, in fact he’s climbing stairs, while spanking me as he goes.

“Vincenzo?” a male voice asks curiously.

“Not now, Anton. I’m showing the good doctor to her room.” Vincenzo smacks my ass once more then tightens his hold on me. He’s got a vise grip on me and any bit of defiance I show is countered with another swat.

“Well, Roberto’s awake when you’re done.”

“Be there in a minute,” Vincenzo says and turns the corner.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’m nothing more than a sack of bones over his shoulder.

A door opens and the flooring beneath my vision changes to a dark wood, then a blue carpet. It’s here that he finally puts me back on my feet. He grabs my arm before I can bolt for the door and points a thick finger in my face.

“I’m going to check on my brother. You, my little pet, are going to stay right here in this room until I come for you. If you’re good and don’t cause any trouble, I’ll arrange for some of your things to be brought here. If you’re not good, if you fight me, things won’t go so easily for you.”

I’m out of breath, but that’s not what keeps me silent. It’s the fear, the anger building in my throat that’s choking me.

“Be a good girl, now.” He flicks his finger beneath my chin and leaves me standing in the middle of the room. With fisted hands at my sides, all I can do is glare at him as he leaves me. The door closes and the unmistakable sound of a lock being put in place echoes in my ears.

I’m still locked in a cell. This one has carpeting, nice furniture, and windows, but it’s every bit the cell the room in the basement had been. I glare at the door, willing it to open.

Of course, it doesn’t.

I have to find another way out.

Chapter Four

Vincenzo

“Roberto.” I head straight to his bedside. Charlie stubs out his cigar when he catches my glare. The man has a phallus complex, I think.

“Vincenzo. I’m fine. I’m fine,” my youngest brother assures me before I get to his side. “Relax.”

“Relax?” I ask with half a grin. He tells me this all the time. I need to calm down. I need to take a vacation. He warns me of an impending heart attack if I don’t slow down.

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