Page 16 of The Mob Boss' Pet

Chapter Six

Vincenzo

Stephania won’t look at me. I don’t blame her. Now that she’s seen what’s in store for her, I expect some hesitation.

I hadn’t thought to keep her in my room. I’d brought out the crate, still unsure of what to do with her, but when she ran, she made the decision for me. I won’t allow her to try to escape. And I sure as fuck am not going to put up with any disobedience while she’s here.

“See, not so bad.” Stephania’s soft voice carries over to me where I sit near the door of the guest room Roberto’s recovering in. I’ve sent Anton home to be with his wife, and to keep him out of my hair.

“Yeah,” Roberto says, eyeing me curiously again. He’s noticed how ill at ease she’s been since I brought her back in his room to administer his medicine, but he hasn’t outright questioned it. He’s smart to keep his questions to himself. I’m not going to answer him anyway.

She cleans up the vials from the nightstand, tossing the empty containers into the trash can I had brought to the room for her.

“Just about done,” she says, checking the pump. When we came back to the room, she’d been surprised to see all the equipment already ready for her to use. I had no idea so much was needed to give him the meds, but that’s why I pay people to know these things. My connection at the hospital pharmacy delivers everything we needed, plus some stuff she said we probably wouldn’t.

“I’m going to unhook the pump, but the catheter is going to stay in. That way when we do this again in six hours, we don’t have to go through the prick all over again,” she explains in an even, calm voice. “It’s called a PICC line.”

“Fine.” Roberto leans against the pillows and closes his eyes. “I’m wiped.”

“That’s probably the pain meds. You should sleep soundly tonight. Well, except when I have to administer this again. And really, a lot of patients do this from home. It’s easy. I could show you—”

“How often does he need it?” I ask from my chair. I’m staying out of her way so she can get the job done, but once she’s done with this task, she’s all mine.

“Every six hours for the next seven days,” she says without looking in my direction. She checks beneath his bandage with a frown. “He has a slight fever, but it should go down by tomorrow with this antibiotic.”

I lean into the chair. I haven’t heard anything from the Mancinis. Tomorrow I’ll have Anton go to the café and get the security footage from Tony. We should have gotten it from him today, but it’s been a busy day.

“All done,” she declares and peels off her gloves.

“I guess you’ll be around for at least a week, then.” Roberto smiles up at her.

She tenses. The little muscles in her neck stiffen.

“We’ll see.” She pats his shoulder.

Roberto’s gaze flicks to me, but I give him no reaction. My mind is already working out the details of her punishment. She’s not going to enjoy it, not even a little bit, but I will. My cock is already steel hard just thinking about my belt slashing across her curvy ass.

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