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I clench my hands into fists and shake my head. “Cristian is mine. But he has his husband.”
“And now Emilio has found a Sir.”
Hissing, I hate that word. Not only do I have to share Emilio’s affections, I have to trust someone to guide him, to dominate him. Fuck. Even to punish him. Punishments aremine. His body and soul aremine.
“That’s a lot of fucking trust,” I eventually spit out, shuddering at the mere thought of leaving Emilio in Hollis’s care. I trust Hollis to a certain degree. I certainly respect him. But that’s my Emilio.
Marcus bites his bottom lip before rolling his shoulders back and addressing me again. His dark eyes don’t waver. “Look. This is where you and Hollis will need to talk and put boundaries in place. It’s a little too late to stop the feelings—on either side. And no matter what, you know Emilio would rather cut off his hands than hurt you. So the question is…do you want to hurt him?”
“Fuck!” I snarl, hating the fact he’s right. If I told Emilio to leave Hollis alone, he would. But it would hurt my Boy. And I can’t do that. Instead, I need to figure out a way to make this work for all of us.
“May I offer a suggestion?” Marcus asks quietly. I gesture for him to speak, because fuck if I know what else to do. “Get Hollis to prove his loyalty to you. Just like Keegan did. Then work with him on what’s acceptable and what’s not. You’ll need to talk to Lio about this, too. He’s not the…uh…best with emotions.”
I chuckle before smiling. “I think he still assumes I’m marrying him to combine our mafia Families.”
“Yes, Padrone. That’s likely true. Although he knows you care for him. And I know he loves you. He just has problems putting things together in his mind—much less words.”
“Which is why it worries me when he calls Hollis Sir, or Angel. I know it’s serious for him,” I retort grimly. Marcus’s lips quirk, but he stays silent. “Yes, I know. You already gave your opinion. Fine. Let’s put that aside. I need to talk to you about how we go forward as a Family.”
“Yes, Padrone.”
I almost roll my eyes at the relief in Marcus’s voice. He’s not going to be relieved for long. “I have a new task for you. One you’ll want to bring Antonio in on.”
He hesitates, before warily asking, “What’s that?”
“I have a list of names. I want you to watch them, and then we need to arrange a visit. With all of them.” I grab the list and slide it over to him. His moan of pain makes me smile.
“Fuck. Alright, I’ll definitely need Ghost for this one. Thank fuck his twins are doing better. Can I use Keegan as well?”
“Of course.” I gesture, giving him permission to leave, and he practically sprints for the door. Feelings aren’t something we normally discuss, and this conversation was more than enough.
I hesitate over my phone. I need to talk with Lio, but he’s with Tennant, hopefully getting information about what happened.
With Lio out of the house, it’s the best time to talk to Hollis, and come to an agreement. I want what’s best for my Caro, but fuck. Giving up control?
Fuck.
Sharing…sharing may kill me. But he’s given me everything. Now it’s my turn to step up. At the end of the day, Emilio will always be mine—my love, my soul, my Second, and Death to those who get in our way.
Ishould have brought Jude with me. I decided to let him sleep, but that means it’s Emilio and I in charge of visiting the three men the Martellis captured. I suppose it’s a good thing we cleared the air between us when it comes to Benjamin, so we can work together without any hostility. Though, if nothing else, torturing people will help provide an outlet for us both.
The Martelli warehouse isn’t as well-equipped as my torture chamber, but that’s not a problem. Though I miss my favorite toy, I can make do. There are so many other ways to get someone to talk…
“Pick your favorite and then blindfold the other two,” I tell Emilio.
He stares at me for a long moment. “For what purpose?”
“You’ll see. We’re going to have some fun with them, and taking away one of their senses is disconcerting. Especially when they can hear but not see, it leaves the imagination running rampant.”
“Or we can just get this over with and get them to tell us what we want.”
I shake my head. “Choose or I’ll choose for you. I understand you’re good at this, that you have learned a lot, but you have a long way to go, Death. Trust me.”
Emilio sighs, but points to the one on the left, which would have been my choice as well. We create makeshift blindfolds from a towel that was laid out by the sink, and once the two not chosen are properly blindfolded, we drag our chosen one away from them.
He tries to struggle, but it does no good, his binds are too well done, and there’s two of us, one of him. We have to untie his hands briefly in order to tie him to the chair in the middle of the room, but it’s not an issue with us working together.
“What now?” Emilio asks, frowning at the man.
