Page 9 of Bittersweet Endings
“Well, until I get himhandled,you better fuckin’handlethe rest of it.”
There was a long, silent pause. “I’m being reassigned,” he said. I waited for the punchline. “Your father is out of control and they’re not tolerating it anymore?—”
“Not. Tolerating,” I repeated, making him sweat. “Then I guess it’s only right to sever thisfinancialrelationship.” I hung up, ending his spluttering.
A second later, my phone pinged with a text.
Calm down. I’ll be in touch.
“I want him found. Now.”
Diego nodded, grabbing the rest of his papers and heading out.
“Now, Diego!”
He shouted that he heard me as he left.
Sitting back in my chair, I watched Kitty perform the final song of her set. She had a natural seduction and my balls were in agony. I needed to fuck someone.
My dick spurned to life with an image of Octavia on her knees. Even the scar on my leg tingled with excitement. Every sound. Every image. Every fucking memory of that woman buried in the back of my brain.
My cell rang and I answered without bothering to look at the screen. “What?”
“Why?” she whispered. “Why did you really shoot me?”
“Hello, little doll.”
“S-stop. Stop that,” she slurred.
“Octavia?”
She hiccupped in response.
“A little liquid courage, huh?”
“Didn’t need liquid courage when I stabbed you.” She laughed but it was off. Forced.
“How’d you know I was just thinking about that moment? That even with that little stunt, I still dream of those luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”
“Next time, I’ll bite it off.”
I smirked. “Next time? You want to suck my dick again, baby?” I cooed, and she spluttered angrily as her drunken brain tried to play catch-up. “Why’re you calling me?”
“Answer my question. A real answer.”
I was silent for a moment as I deliberated over what to say. “Well, I suppose if I can’t have you, no one can.” I had to hide my amusement.
“Please. If you wanted me for yourself, I’d still be there,” she scoffed. “Carmine Ragetti is so powerful, so tough. And here I was, thinking no one could make him do anything?—”
“Guess all that distance and booze gave you the guts to talk back, huh? Must’ve gone straight to your head. But don’t forget, baby... Every filthy fuckin’ inch of that sinful body still belongs to me.”
“Then tell me… why shoot thissinfulbody?” she mocked, and I couldn’t help but smile wider.
“Fine,” I snarled through clenched teeth. “You want the truth? Here it is: I wanted every goddamn secret you’ve ever kept to yourself, every lie you’ve ever told. And then, once I had it all, I wanted your daddy to feel what it meant to lose the person he cared about. To know I’d taken his precious little girl, ruined her in every way, that she begged me to do it too, then sent her back dripping with blood and defiance.”
“That’s not all…” I could hear the tremor in her voice.
“Listen to me, Octavia. You’ll give me what I want. Every. Last. Thing. I won’t stop until I’ve completely ruined your family from the inside out. I don’t care if my father?—”
