Page 72 of The Dollhouse

I answered the call, because if I ignored it, there’d be hell to pay, “What is it?” Not the way I’d normally speak to him, but this call was literally out of the blue. This was supposed to be my time with Zoey… although, when you did what I did, you had to expect some random calls to action.

“It’s Mario,” the deep voice on the other line spoke.It wasn’t Mario himself calling, so I knew something was wrong.

I tried to listen to him explain whatever the fuck it was, but it was right then the pleasure was too much. Zoey’s mouth pushed me over the edge, sent me tumbling down the mountain of bliss as my balls released themselves. I bit back my groan as I came, shooting my load directly into her throat and forcing her to swallow me down. She never complained. She was good like that.

And then, since I was no longer fighting the urge to come, I let his words sink in. “What?” I asked, unsure if I’d heard him right.

When he repeated what he’d said, I muttered, “I’ll be right there.”

Well, fuck. Just when I was ready to fill up that cunt of hers with my cock, I was called away to work. Of fucking course.

I slammed my finger on the button, hanging up as I released my hold on the back of Zoey’s head. I got to my feet, stepping around her as I put myself away and pulled my pants back up. With my phone safely in my pocket, I glanced to Carter on the bed. “Get your clothes on,” I ordered. “We’re needed somewhere else.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling off the bed and snatching his clothes off the floor in a huff.

Zoey wiped the corners of her mouth, standing. “What’s wrong?”

I looked at her, scowling. “We have to go. You and Lake can stay here, if you want. I don’t know how long we’ll be.”

She looked at Lake, who lay on the bed, shrugging.

The moment Carter had his clothes back on, we were out. We would not be away forever, but this… this was bad. Someone killed the irresponsible but still cherished son of a mob boss, and whoever it was had a whole lot of pain coming their way.

Before we left the room, I glanced back at Zoey, letting my gaze linger a while on her. She’d returned to the bed where Lake was, sitting on its round edge, watching me go with a wistful expression on her pretty face.

I sent her a small smile before turning and walking away with Carter, heading down the hall. We had to retrieve our guns, but after that, we were out, driving to our destination across town.

Zoey and I didn’t talk about what I did to her ex, and she always kept quiet when my work was brought up. I was more than fine with keeping them separate. Not everyone was a fan of blood and gore, and I could respect that. Regardless, Zoey Marbella was mine, and I planned on reminding her of that until the day I no longer drew breath.

Death would be the only thing that could take me from her.

Bonus Scene, previously released in my Facebook Reader’s Group

(Candace’s Cult of Captivation)

A Grumpy Someone’s Birthday… AKA Carter, from Carter’s POV

Carter

Fuck.

Going out with Lola, the fucking Night Slayer, pretending to be her talent manager, sucked ass. I didn’t want to do it, and I sure as fuck didn’t like pretending as if I didn’t want to wrap my hands around that slender little neck of hers and choke her out. She’d killed Mario. That wasn’t something I could ever forgive, and I wasn’t sure why the fuck the Lucianos didn’t have us get rid of her that first night.

Stupid, if you asked me. Downright stupid.

My mood had been sour ever since I’d learned that’s what I’d be doing. It wasn’t like Roman and I could say no. When Richie Luciano told you he wanted you to do something, you did it without question, without wavering. It’s just how things were done.

Unless you were one of his sons, apparently, then you could do whatever the fuck you want whenever you wanted, and there were never any consequences. If I sounded bitter, that’s because I was. One hundred fucking percent bitter. Mostly at being stuck with that crazy blonde serial killer for the foreseeable future.

I’d much rather go off with Roman, kill a few people, then go home and wash up… and have at Zoey.

Zoey. I never really understood what Roman saw in her, not until I started to catch myself thinking about her when I wasn’t around her. She wasn’t the first girl I’d been ordered to fuck in front of Roman, but there had been something different about her the whole time. Now Roman didn’t want to watch anyone else, and I couldn’t imagine pumping my dick into any other pussy but hers.

Fucking nuts, right? Like, I must’ve been hit in the head or something when I wasn’t looking. Maybe getting shot that night weeks ago had done a number on my brain. It was the only logical explanation, because Zoey wasn’t my type. With her pink hair, her obnoxiously pink shoes she strutted around everywhere in… that attitude of hers that made me go crazy—

I should hate her. I should find her ridiculously annoying, but I didn’t. The very opposite, in fact. I cared a lot about her. If something ever happened to her… I couldn’t say whether or not I’d act rationally. If someone ever hurt her, I might just burn the entire fucking city down to get back at those responsible.

I sat alone in my car, driving away from the Luciano house, thankfully no longer with that crazy bitch Lola. When my eyes met with my reflection in the window of my car, I hardly recognized myself. For starters, I wore a suit. The fabric was so tight and stifling; I didn’t have the body for a suit. It was far too restricting for my liking. My face was shaved, my hair trimmed short and slicked back. I looked like a clean-cut guy, and the whole thing made me itch.

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