Page 10 of Bittersweet Endings
She cut me off with a laugh. “Your father.” She sobered for a moment. “That’s why you shot me. Oh, Carmine. Now I get it. I know what happened to your uncle. You know what JP did.” She started laughing. “And JP wantedmenext,didn’t he?”
“You’re drunken bullshit is boring me.”
“You mean the truth ispissing you off. JP knew you were in New York with me and he wanted me.” She hiccupped. “You shot me to protect me. A farce so your father thought you didn’t care.” She ended on a fit of muffled giggles.
The little bitch had me turning my hands into fists. I wanted to throttle someone, and she was too far away for it to be her.
A knock on the door echoed and I barked for them to enter. Kitty strutted in wearing heels and a thong. Crooking my finger, I pointed to the ground and she dropped to all fours, crawling towards me.
“Tell me, little doll. Do you think about me late at night?”
Octavia gasped, and I knew I had her.
“Remembering my tongue between your thighs, devouring your orgasm? Commanding you to come over and over until you can’t take it anymore?”
Kitty sat with her ass on her heels between my thighs. Her hands were behind her back as she waited for my instructions. Compliant. Zero fight. And yet my dick was soft, until the slightest moan entered my ear.
“That’s it, little doll. Come for me.”
Octavia moaned louder into the phone.
“Good girl,” I cooed at her.
“It felt so much better knowing I’m right.” She laughed. “I own you, Carmine. Just as much as you own me.”
“Octavia,” I groaned, as Kitty grabbed my dick through my pants.
“Yes, Carmine.” She sounded victorious and I was going to pull the rug out from under her.
“I got your secrets. Now I want your family’s. And you will give them to me.” I moaned louder. “Oh, Kitty.”
“Yes, sir?” the girl panted, and Octavia gasped.
“You, motherfucker,” she screamed into the phone. “You’re not getting anything from me! You’re a bastard and I hate you.”
“You will fuckin’ get me what I want.”
“I won’t. But I do promise to make you regret every time you’ve made me cry.” She hung up, and my dick got hard at all the images I was conjuring in my mind. How I was going to punish her. I just needed a little more time to get things handled. And then she’d see me again.
“Get the fuck out.” I shoved Kitty back. “I told you when I hired you… I don’t shit where I eat. Now get the fuck out.”
She scurried to her feet and slammed the door behind her.
This war had been brewing for well over two decades—quiet in moments but never truly still. Just waiting for the right spark to set our whole goddamn world ablaze. First, it was my uncle’s death, and now that I had the answers, JP was next. He was gonna be dead—real fucking soon. The old bastard who’d spent my life pulling strings like I was just another one of his fucking puppets. There was no backing out. No turning the other cheek. I had to win.
I needed my head in the game. Not fogged up by thoughts of that tight little ass and the sweet whimpers that still haunted my nights. She was a distraction I couldn’t afford. A softness. A luxury. I shouldn’t have craved her. But I did.
And it was making me weak.
When the quiet crept in, I thought about her. With smoke in my lungs and blood coating my hands, I wondered. Maybe Matteo was right. Maybe I’d fucked up. Letting her go was meant to protect her. Instead, it might’ve been the worst mistake I ever made. Because part of me wanted her on my side.
Fucking Matteo always had to be right.
It didn’t matter. It was done. Choices like that didn’t come with a rewind button. And I had a fire to set, a world to burn down, so I could come out on top.
Soon, little doll. It’ll all end soon.
Chapter Three
