Chapter 4
THE LOOK PAOLA GIVESme as I bring her to my house is one of pure hatred.
The feeling is completely mutual.
Even if she’s hot, especially when she glares at me with so much passion in her eyes.
It’s fascinating and a little intriguing.
All the other women from mafia families I’ve had a chance to meet weren’t like this. Not even close.
And the women I fucked were willing to do pretty much anything I asked of them.
Everyone always wanted to please me, but Paola tried to kill me.
Nothing about her is innocent.
Now I don’t think it was her family who forced her to act and lure my brother into a trap.
No, it was all her.
And for that, I’m going to make her pay.
She doesn’t say anything as I lead her down the hallway, my grip on her arm tight.
I open the door to a room that’s been prepared for her, and I shove her inside. As I close and lock the door, I wonder if she’ll manage to free herself.
Probably.
She may try something again, but she’ll fail.
She’s too emotional.
She lets her feelings overtake her.
Her anger is clearly shown on her face, like an open book.
It’s a weakness, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
After a few days in this room, she’s going to be begging and crying.
And then, I’ll have some fun with her.