Page 44 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“Ewww. Who had pasta with their garlic?” she said, eyeing them up before her eyes settled on Nero.

Armando and Silvio began to snigger as Nero narrowed his eyes on my wife. I tried to focus on my work but gave up when their chatter was more interesting.

“Why are you always picking on me?” Nero demanded, sitting upright with indignation.

“I don't mean to, honestly, but you are susceptible and make it rather easy for me to get under your skin,” Francesca said holding out a teddy for him as a peace offering.

“I bought you that,” he said, his voice flat, and he pursed his lips.

“Hey, take it easy on her,” Silvio piped up. “She wasn't wrong about the garlic.”

“Or your cologne,” Armando joined in.

“I apologise for my rudeness, Nero. The changes in the hormones mean certain smells, uh, irritate me,” Francesca said playing on the whole pregnancy defence as she began to rub her non-existent belly.

Well, not her cute paunch. God, I missed her juicy ass. The way it used to ripple when I fucked her tight hot wet cunt. No one could take my dick the way, Francesca could. All she needed was her ears and tail stuffed in her ass and a few lashes of the whip and she would be dripping for me.

“Alessio!”

“What?!” I snapped at Armando, angry at him for ruining my daydream.

They were all looking at me and I was glad that my laptop sat squarely on my hard dick.

“Why are you so tetchy?” Armando asked while Francesca covered her mouth, but it did nothing to hide her giggle.

Armando looked back and forth between us before he began to grin.

“How long are you tied to the bed, Francesca?” he asked her, but he was looking at me with a smirk.

“Ugh, the doctor said six weeks in total so I have one more week left,” she grumbled.

“Maybe after a week's time, my cousin will be less agitated,” he said, slyly before he looked at Salvio.

This was the problem with blood relatives in the Mafia, you couldn't kill them unless they betrayed the famiglia.

???

I took advantage of their visit and left Armando and Salvio with Francesca while I escaped to take a little chunk out of Clive. I told Vittorio that I would take care of him but I didn't specify a time span of the said deed.

Nero came with me since he specialised in torture as my enforcer, but today, he was here to ensure I didn't kill him. I opened the metal door while Nero switched the light on. The bulb wasn't very bright, but Clive covered his eyes at the sudden light.

“I bet you wish I had shot you,” I said to him as I crouched down to take a closer look at him.

The man was a mess. His hair was overgrown, the dark circles under his wild eyes made the white of his eyeballs stand out.

“Please, I’m sorry, let me g-go,” he whimpered.

“How did you beat my wife, Clive?”

He closed his eyes and his head dropped down until I couldn't see his face. I took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.

“How did you beat my pregnant wife?” I bellowed at him, standing up and dragging him with me. “Answer me.”

“I punched her. I kept punching her until she fell on the floor,” he cried, his eyes pleading for mercy, but I spent weeks next to my wife.

She couldn't use the bathroom by herself he had fucked her up so bad.

“And what did you do when she was on the floor?” I asked calmly, tightening my fingers in his hair until I felt strands of his hair being pulled from his scalp.

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