Page 63 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
Tommaso laughs. “Nothing more to say,boss.” His footsteps cross the room, and I begin to panic. He’s leaving me alone … with him?
“Call me from Atlanta.”
The cage door creaks as soon as Tommaso is gone. I spin in place. The cage is open, and Alessandro’s pointing to the floor next to his chair. “Out,” he bellows.
I crawl from the cage to the desired spot.
“Don’t ever disrespect me in front of my men again.”
I raise my eyes to his furious ones. Lord, his face. His handsome face. “Would you really kill me?”
He reaches down, then pinches my earlobe.
I wince.
“Good. Now we understand.”
The door opens.
I flush and cross my arms over my chest yet keep my eyes on Alessandro. Two packages slide across the desk and tumble to the floor next to me. Then quicker than he appeared, the man disappears.
Picking them up, Alessandro unwraps each item, first the one in the box and then the plastic-wrapped one. “Stand.”
I try to rise, but my knees buckle.
With a curse, he catches my elbow and hauls me to my feet.
I grab his shoulder for support, but he brushes my hand off him like my touch offends him.
“Arms to the sides.”
I frown at the white uniform in his hands. His cruelty knows no bounds, does it. He’s planning on dressing me likethem?
No.
Absolutely not.
“To the sides.Now.”
I calculate how many steps it’d take to reach the door. If my legs were stronger. If I wasn’t pursued by a hunter chasing downa wounded animal. We’ve been down that path before, and he tackled me to the floor so hard I still see stars.
“One,” he counts.
I grunt, then do his bidding.Don’t challenge him. Find a soft spot.
“Put your arms through the sleeves.”
I slip my arms into the openings, and he tugs the uniform over my shoulders. All that’s left is the long zipper running the length of the front. Slowly, he slides it up my body. His face expressionless and unaffected as, inch by inch, my body’s covered.
He’s done thisbefore, hasn’t he?
He disappeared for three weeks. Is this where he was? Being entertained by those bullies?
I close my eyes. My hurt’s no longer his reward.
His fingers halt at my chest.
“Fuck,” he says. But the groan that follows has me eyes flashing open.
