Page 6 of Consequences
For the first time since I almost killed my husband, I cry.
Ihiss at the pain in my finger. Fucker said he numbed the area, but bull-fucking-shit. Then again, I wouldn’t trust the asshole to do anything right anyway. Cristian is lucky I respect him too much to kill his pet doctor—especially when he refused to give me any answers about Emilio. All I know is Dr. Ranlen was working on him. That’s it.
I glance around the room I was ushered into, and wrinkle my nose in distaste. The decor is basic, boring, and it’s practically empty. It’s like being stuck in a prison cell, yet again. I fucking hate being stuck inside a room. We finally broke out of our chains, and I have no desire to be stuck inside four walls again.
Every part of me insists on leaving this fancy prison—to find the other half of me. He’s my heart, my soul, my fucking everything, and these people want to keep me apart from him? I will rip them to pieces, and Cristian can send me a bill later.They may have left a fucking guard on me, but it wouldn’t take long for me to take him out…
I scowl at the knock on the door. It better be someone useful, because I need answers, and to see my love. Grunting, “Enter”, I’m almost relieved to see Antonio and Ignacio. Almost, because I have a sinking feeling they’re not here to do my bidding. They’d better remember I am Il Padrone, and their lives belong to me.
“Padrone.” Antonio tilts his head toward me respectfully, watching me warily. My Chaos remains silent, studying me carefully.
I straighten myself to my full height and glare at them both. “Take me to my Caro.”
“We can’t,” Ignacio says firmly. With a grimace, he adds, “He’s no longer with us.”
My breath stops and I fall, like the string tethering me to my life has been cut. After all, what else in life is there if he’s gone? All the money in the world, all the territory I rule, all of it means nothing. Not without my Caro beside me.
“FUCK!” Antonio snarls, grabbing my arm and urging me up. “Don’t listen to this asshole. What he meant to say is Lio is in the hospital. He was taken there almost immediately. Dr. Ranlen felt it was safer to get him more help, rather than trying to take care of him here. We don’t have much information at this point. We’re waiting on more updates from Marcus and Keegan.”
I manage to stand, but my legs are still weak. Grinding my teeth, I glare at Ignacio, who swallows and takes a step back. He holds up his hands and says, “I really thought they at least would have told you that much.”
“Then get me to the fucking hospital. Now.” I’ll deal with the missing information and lack of updates later. Cristian and I will have a very long conversation. I don’t give a fuck if his Doc is known for his shitty bedside manners, there is a limit to what I’ll accept—and this? This has crossed the fucking line.
Antonio shakes his head, and Ignacio moves closer to him, mirroring my position. “It’s not possible. You were just rescued from being kidnapped. We still don’t have a full picture of what happened, or who exactly was behind it. There are too many moving parts, and with the LEOs on our ass, it’s too dangerous. Do you want Lio to come back, only to find you kidnapped again? Or in jail? Or fucking dead, because it’s open season on us?”
I clench my fists and shake my head. There’s got to be away around this. I can’t be stuck here waiting. Inhaling sharply, I pause before exhaling, trying to think of anything that would work. Fuckers have a damn point. If I put myself at risk, Emilio would kill me himself.
“Fine. We’ll go home and wait for more information. Don’t think you’re in the clear, though. I believe you both deserve time being punished.” They exchange glances, and I want to groan. This is not a positive sign. “What else aren’t you telling me?”
“Well…unfortunately, the mansion and whorehouse were both raided by the cops. Lio made the decision, jointly with Roman, that it was safer for us to be here. The Amatos are currently hosting us, including having Nicolo being treated here after he was shot. It isn’t a good idea to move him at this time, and Lio had a strong argument about us all being together at this point…”
“You have to be fucking kidding me! I will not accept this,” I hiss as I take a step toward Antonio. “You will get us together so that we can go home. Nicolo can be treated by Dr. Ranlen there. I want my own bed and my own fucking clothes.”
I shudder at the thought of continuing to wear the castoffs that were given to me. They don’t fit right, and there’s no way in hell I’d feel comfortable sleeping in the Amatos’ territory. We’re allies, but that doesn’t make us part of their Family. We’re the Martellis, dammit. I will not concede to anyone else.
“Padrone, I think it may be best to wait until we have more answers before we make that decision,” Ignacio says carefully. “It’s not like we’ve all of a sudden decided to become Amatos. We are still the Martellis. This is a safety precaution only. Let’s wait to see if Lio needs any special care. While we have a solid setup at home, the Amatos have a fully equipped medical suite that can cover most issues.”
“Fuck.” I pace across the room, thinking through everything.
I know they’re not wrong, but every bit of me rebels from being away from my home—both the mansion and my Emilio. Finally, I stop and take a deep breath, before turning back to face them.
“You will make sure that Marcus and Keegan keep me updated on everything. If anything happens and it looks like we’re losing my love, you will take me there immediately. I don’t give a fuck if LEOs want to put a bullet in the back of my head. I will gladly take them out and go to jail afterward, so long as I can be with my Boy. Do you understand this?”
“Yes, Padrone.” Both relax slightly, and Antonio opens the door before continuing, “We thought you'd like to see Cristian for a while. We know he’s busy, but at least getting you out of this room would be good.”
I walk out and glare at the guard who is at the door. Gesturing to him, I demand, “And what is he for?”
“He’s an extra precaution. Tennant has made sure those deemedimportantin both Families have been assigned bodyguards. While Tennant is…unavailable…one of the Amatos still followed up to make sure you were covered. He’s not to impede you, simply protect you. For now, let’s get you to Cristian, and we can start filling you both in.”
Ignacio gestures for me to follow him, and I grimace at his comfort in this house.This does not bode well.
I bite back any comments, trying to put the rest of it aside. Maybe Cristian will have some fucking answers. We may as well get started while I wait. My love would expect nothing less. After all…vengeance is our speciality.
“Hold still. I will extend your punishment if you squirm again,” Daddy warns.
Holding my breath, I make sure to stay as still as possible as Daddy slides the catheter into my urethra. “You could have just spanked me again—harder even.”
“I did that, or did you forget already?” he replies mildly.
