Page 13 of The Mob Boss' Pet

“What was that?” he asks after easing up on the pressure on my face. “I think you were trying to say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

I clamp my lips. I’m not saying that.

With his free hand, he grips the front of my scrub pants, yanking them up until the crotch rubs painfully against my pussy. He pulls even harder. I have to raise up to my toes to lessen the pain.

“I’m waiting,” he says, tugging on my pants. They’re going to rip if he keeps this up. The material hits my clit, and I groan.

“Fine!” I growl. “Yes, sir.” I say the words through gritted teeth, but I say them.

He releases my pants and I drop back to flat feet.

“There.” He lets go of my cheeks. “Not so bad, right? Being a good girl for me?”

He needs to stop using that phrase.Good girlimplies I want him to be happy with me, that I seek his pleasure. All I want at this moment is to get out of his house. Away from him and all the danger oozing from his aura. I want to get back to the hospital and then fall dead asleep in my own bed. Alone.

“I’m not your girl,” I correct him, putting distance between us.

He chuckles. “Let’s not worry about labels yet.” He moves to the side and gestures to the door. “This way.”

I walk out into the hallway. He passes me easily and again, I’m following him. He leads me to a room not far from the top of the stairs. I glance at it briefly, calculating the distance.

The front door is at the bottom of that staircase. I saw it when he lugged me up here. If I can get away from him and run down those stairs, I might have a chance. From what I saw out the window, there’s a long driveway that leads onto the street. No guards at the gate. If I can’t get the gate open, I can probably climb it. My half-assed attempt at CrossFit might actually come in handy.

“He’s in here.” Vincenzo opens a door and jerks me inside with him.

The room is simple in its decoration. No real personality though. This isn’t Roberto’s real bedroom. Another guest room maybe.

“This is the doctor?” Roberto asks from the bed with a wide grin on his lips. He looks better than the last time I saw him. Color has returned to his cheeks and they’ve cleaned all the blood off his chest. A younger version of Vincenzo, but thinner. Roberto’s all lean muscle, whereas Vincenzo has bulk.

“Stephania.” Vincenzo presses his hand to the small of my back, propelling me forward toward the bedside.

“You’re looking better,” I say to Roberto with a soft smile. He hasn’t done anything to me, and of the three brothers I’ve met so far, he looks the least dangerous. He might even be able to help me.

“I’ve felt better,” he jokes.

“I bet.” I reach for the bandages, easing away the tape and peeling the gauze from the wound. The first one closest to his shoulder looks good, raw edges and pink, but clean. No more bleeding. I pull the bandage off all the way and drop it on the nightstand beside a glass of liquor.

“Your pain management?” I jerk a thumb at the drink.

He laughs. “It helps a little.”

I remove the second bandage.

“What’s wrong?” Roberto asks, catching my frown. Vincenzo shifts his position to stand beside me.

“What is it?” he asks, leaning over my shoulder.

I point to the tissue around the wound. “See how red this is compared to this?” I show him the difference between the two entrance wounds. “I don’t like it. Infection could be brewing.” I stand up straight. “I need to see the exit wound.”

“Okay.” Roberto scoots down to lying and rolls over to his side.

I peel off the bandage and curse beneath my breath. There’s already a greenish discharge seeping from the wound.

“What?”

“I’m going to clean it and re-bandage it, but you need antibiotics.” I pat his hip. “Can you roll to your stomach?”

“Sure.” The bedsheet slips with his movements, and his ass cheek peeks out.

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