Page 20 of Shot For Mercy

At the sound of his name coming from my lips, he does look at me. His eyes narrow. “You do it, Cole.”

I smile triumphantly. “Where do you want me to ship his body parts?”

Emiliano rolls his eyes. “This needs to be a clean kill.”The fuck it does.“You’ll shoot him at the docks and leave his body there. It’ll send the message we need.”

“Fuck that.” I throw my hands up in the air. “He needs to be tortured at least a little. We can’t be seen as weak.”

“Cole,” Em growls. “You’ll do as I say.”

“No.” I raise my chin defiantly.

“Out,” Emiliano snaps, and I get up from the couch to do just that. Except that just as my hand wraps around the doorknob, I’m yanked back. “Everyone but Cole.”

My back hits the front of Emiliano, and the breath whooshes out of my lungs. I clear my throat.

Matteo narrows his eyes at his dad, practically growling as he looks between us. “Why does he need to stay?” he asks, and Emiliano stiffens.

“Because I said so,” Emiliano says through gritted teeth. “Now go, Matteo. I’m not going to repeat myself.”

Matty looks into my eyes with a deep frown, but I nod. He turns away and walks out of the room right along with everyone else. The moment the door clicks shut behind them, I tense. Emiliano strides toward the door quickly and locks it. The sound is final, like a period at the end of a sentence.

At least we’re alone now.

“If you wanted to spend time with me, all you had to do was ask,” I taunt.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” Emiliano spits, invading my space and tangling one hand in my hair. I wince when he pulls at the strands and tilts my head up. The eye contact is heady. “Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut?”

“What fun is that?”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” he scoffs, but doesn’t let me go. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

“No.” I try to shake my head, but it’s painful. His fingers grip me tightly. “I just think you’re wrong.”

“About?” Emiliano asks, raising one eyebrow at me.

“Armando,” I say through gritted teeth when he yanks my head back even more, the angle painful on the back of my neck. His spare hand comes to my hip, and he grips it tightly, pulling me closer. My cock hardens—very inopportune timing, if I do say so myself. “He needs to die a painful death. Teach everyone a lesson. No one fucks with the Colombo’s.”

There’s a moment of silence on Emiliano’s end, and when he licks his lips, wetting his bottom one, my cock throbs. My eyes focus on his mouth, and a smile tilts his lips. We’re in some kind of stand-off. I won’t budge, and he won’t either. But he should know I always get what I want.

“You don’t come in here and give the orders, Cole,” Em says, his eyes focused on my lips. A shiver runs down my spine, and I shudder in his arms. “You’re not in control.”

I grin, which makes him frown. “You want to see how much better I am at taking control?” He shakes his head. “No?”

“No.”

“What if I want to show you, anyway?” I ask him, and he smirks.

Instead of replying, Emiliano lets go of me. I stumble back a step, righting myself quickly. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his suit pants, dragging them down under his ass until just his cock and balls are visible. My mouth waters at the sight, and if I’m not careful, there will be drool dripping down my chin soon.

His cock is thick and long, uncut. His tan skin makes the wide blue vein running along the top of his shaft stand out, and I want to run my tongue over it. The head of his cock is wide and a deep shade of red. I want to put him out of his misery already. I want to give him everything he’s ever wanted. I want to show him I’m the best fuck he’ll ever have. And if the stars align for us, I’ll give him my heart on a silver platter.

“The only one in control here is me.” He grins, taking his length in his hand and lazily stroking it.

My breath stalls in my lungs at the sight, and I long to reach out and touch him. I want to be bratty again and defy him, but the thought of his cock down my throat has those ideas dying a quick death. I want to be the reason he breaks apart tonight.

And I always get what I want.

Icontinue to stroke myself languidly, lazily, as Cole’s wide eyes stay on my cock. He seems surprised, probably not expecting me to whip it out with no warning. But I’m tired of his shit. He wants to be a brat and talk back? I’ll stuff his mouth until he can’t.

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