Page 6 of Bittersweet Endings
Goddamn it. And goddamn him.
“Yeah. On my knees. Just for you. Because your cock is obviously the highlight of my day, and I can’t go another second without it.”
His silence told me he wasn’t expecting that response.Good.
“Please, sir. May I have your cock?”
His heavy breath came across the line. “Oh, little doll.” He started laughing. “You want it?”
“You know what I really want?” I whispered. “I want your cock in my mouth and your blood on my hands.” I paused. “You shot me, Carmine.” It was barely audible.
“Charming. Do you talk to your father like that too?” He laughed harder. “I should’ve made you swallow my cum. Then sent you home to kiss daddy with it on your breath. And besides, you’re fine. It was a flesh wound.”
“Why’re you calling me? You let me go.” I hated how badly I wanted him to tell me lies.
I miss you. I want you. I need you. Please, just lie to me.
“You know why I’m calling.” The deep timbre of his voice sent a thrill between my thighs.
“I told you I’m not giving you anything,” I hissed. “I won’t let you hurt my family anymore.”
“Pity. I thought you were smarter than that. Little Salvatore upstairs, asleep in his crib. Pity if something were to happen to him.”
I gasped as my eyes darted towards the window. “I’m not helping you. Don’t like it? Come and get me. But leave my family alone. You got what you wanted, Carmine. You proved you’re stronger. That we’re not untouchable.”
“I didn’t have to prove anything, Octavia.” He got stern. “Your father finally confessed his sins and now my uncle is owed blood. Give me. What I. Want.”
“No.” I hung up and flopped onto my chair.
I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t realized I’d been crying again until the salty tears landed on my lips. He wasn’t going to stop. Not until he broke us all.
Little Salvatore asleep…
Jumping to my feet, I threw the phone as I slammed open my door. The hallway seemed endless as I charged towards my nephew’s room. Terror settling into my bones.
Sienna stepped into the hall with Apollo at her side, both watching me dart past them. I opened the door, my glare landing on the man standing next to the crib.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted, jumping on his shoulders.
My sudden attack surprised him enough to get him to the ground. But he quickly rolled me onto my back as I swung at him.
An enraged face loomed above me one second, recognition settling into my gut before he was ripped off me. Apollo pinnedthe guy to the wall, demanding answers while Sienna grabbed a crying Sal and sprinted from the room.
“I remember you,” I whispered. “At the warehouse… Carmine… You.”
A sinister look melted over Apollo’s demeanor. “I’m going to slice you open nerve by nerve. I will ensure that I make every scream that leaves your throat a symphony—a masterpiece. You should’ve known better than to betray this family.”
“How many more of you are at the compound?” I asked, but our intruder just leaned over and spit on the floor at my feet.
“The human body has roughly 360 joints.” Apollo gripped the man’s wrist, twisting it with a pop. “That’s one.”
Apollo dragged him down the hall. I followed slowly, too attuned to the chaos to walk away. With a heave, Apollo threw him down the stairs. And the bastard landed at the bottom. Right in front of my big brother’s feet.
“What is the meaning of this?” my father questioned, stepping out of his office at the sound of thethud.
Apollo dusted off his sleeves, recounting what happened, and Lucky twisted his neck to glare at me. “How’d you know he was in there?” my brother asked, suspicion lacing each word.
“Vet your men.” I heaved. “I’m sure he’s not the only one.” I turned to leave before throwing over a shoulder, “And just so you know… I’m not one of them.”
