Page 23 of The Sicilian Bastard
Luciano
The fucking bitch bit me. She bit me. Me! Luciano Picone. I washertormentor. Her monster in the dark. Instead, she bit me, laughed at me, and fought me. Of course, I was going to break her jaw. She had it coming. The problem was that when I decided to break her jaw, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't put as much pressure on the vice needed to break it. If anything, it's dislocated, but I'll find out tomorrow. I wasn't going to leave her in pain while it healed. I wanted to, but I couldn't.
Araceli whimpered and thrust her juicy ass back on me. Shocked out of my musings. I figured she would lie on the bed and cry about her jaw. Instead, she was fucking herself on my cock like it was her day job.
"Fuck me," I cried out when her pussy clamped down on me.
She was trying to milk me before I was ready. I slapped down on her ass and that made her tighten up even more. She grunted and moaned with her mouth hanging open, slobber flinging all over her neck and tits as she chased her high.
"This is about to be embarrassingly quick, baby," I warned.
Three more thrusts, two slaps hard on her ass, and one pinch to her clit and she was screaming on my cock in ecstasy. I roared behind her, the whole world tilting on its axis from how strong my orgasm was. I knelt, panting behind her in wonder. Who the fuck was this woman? All I knew was that I wanted more. I didn't want to hurt her anymore. Not like what I did. I pulled out and rolled her over. Her eyes closed. She was breathing, but she passed out right after spilling her juices all over me.
"I'm sorry I hurt you,fiore," I whispered in her ear as I unclasped the cuffs on her wrists.
It was then I realized I called her baby. I must be pussy drunk or some shit. That had never happened to me before. I don't do feelings. I got up and grabbed the melted bag of ice. It was still cool to touch. I laid it on her face and she whimpered in her sleep. My stomach clenched and I felt nauseous looking at the bruise on her face. Fuck. I was a monster. She never asked for this. She never asked for someone like me to take her. She had every right to fight me. I was the asshole here. If I was a better man, I would let her go. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. Everything about her made me want her more.
I stayed staring at her sleeping face. I felt the urge to grab her throat and squeeze until I pulled the last breath out of her. I rose, knowing it was time to take my leave. I left her naked in bed.
I found Agosto in the office on the phone. I waited until he was off.
"The doctor needs to be here tomorrow to look at my property." I shrugged, playing it off like this held no importance to me.
He raised an eyebrow and I backed out of the office. Before I could close the door, he commented one thing. "If you break it, you're stuck with it."
His parting shot hit me right in the chest. He was right. I should ship Araceli back to Vegas, but what was there for her? Her roommate had been murdered and she had no one else. She could stay here with me. I shook the thought out of my head. There was no way she would agree to that.
Since when do I need permission for anything?a voice breezed in my mind.
That was true. If I wanted something, I took it, no questions asked. I thought back to the chocolate morsel I once had. My goodness, she was a goddess. I wrecked her entire family, but the journey was beautiful. An image of a broken Araceli lying in the middle of the bed with her jaw dislocated slid unbidden into my mind. I clenched my jaw, shaking off the accurate image.
This day has gone to shit. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I hit the streets. I had been so wrapped up in Araceli that I haven't checked in with my lookouts. I drove out to the intersection of Oregon and Tenth Streets, right on the edge of our territory. There was a lower gang there that had a bunch of snitches associated with them. Men the outfit would never accept because they had no loyalty. I parked my car and hunted down Little Nicky.
Little Nicky was a low-level crime associate who kept his ear to the ground and slept with one eye open. The years of drug abuse had ravished the face of an otherwise handsome man. He gave information as long as I had something as important for him. I found him leaning against a nondescript building on the corner, rolling a joint.
"Yo, Little Nicky," I called and motioned for him to approach me.
He hustled, putting the blunt behind his ear for later. "Luciano, where you been, man?" Little Nicky breathed on my face and I had to take a step back.
He must be hitting the hard stuff again because his breath was atrocious. Looking closer, I could see he hadn't been taking care of himself again. His clothes were hanging off his body. He'd gotten thinner than ever. His body was shaking. If I didn't know better, I would think he was in withdrawal. I've never seen Little Nicky anything other than high as a kite. When he was sober, he was waiting for his next fix.
"Who's been supplying you?" I knew the gang he affiliated with wouldn't give him too much to get his fix. That's where I came in.
"No one, man," His beady eyes were slightly unfocused.
I covered my nostrils to keep his stench from wafting in. I approached him until he backed into the hard wall behind him. The best thing about Little Nicky was that I didn't have to get my hands dirty to intimidate him. I needed to show him I was bigger and then wait him out.
"Someone hit the gang hard, man. I don't want no trouble." He shook his head back and forth.
I tilted my head in confusion. I had been so out of it, I hadn't heard a thing about his gang getting hit.
"Tell me everything," I growled, placing my hand on his throat and squeezing a little.
"Man, you don't know? I thought that was why you weren't coming around anymore. I figured you had other issues to deal with." His pulse was erratic.
I didn't have much more time before I lost him to the mindless zombie he turned into, looking for his next fix.
"The fuck you mean?" I bit out.
