Page 69 of Vicious Heir

So. Gabriel does know about what Stefano is doing. That answers that question.

“Nah. I think I’d rather you tell me. Actually…I’d prefer you show me, too. But let’s start off with you telling me…why Evelina?”

He makes a show of looking her up and down, and I walk back to him and spin his body around until it’s facing the fucking wall.

“You don’t get the privilege of looking at her. Now talk.”

He stares at the wall, and I stand to the side of him, watching his profile as Dom sticks close to Evelina.

“You are messing with the wrong people, Nicco,” Stefano says. “For pussy, yeah? What? Did you finally find someone to look past all your bullshit, all your fucking scars, and now you can’t let her go? What happened to the last girl you loved? Does your precious Evelina know that you’re where good things go to fucking die?”

This time I don’t restrain my hatred for him.

I get down on his level and haul into him, punching relentlessly until Dom has to pull me away, my chest heaving and my pulse beating out of fucking control.

Suddenly, Stefano flies forward and smacks headfirst into the concrete wall at nearly the same time I hear a gun go off.

I turn to look at Evelina, but Stefano cries out in complete agony, and I realize that Evelina shot him right in the ass.

Dom lets out a loud fucking howling laugh, but my adrenaline is so high I can’t flip my switch fast enough to fully register what just happened.

“That’s for thinking I’d ever look past Nicco’s bullshit, for one, and also for implying all I’m good for is pussy,” Evelina confidently says as she walks closer to where Stefano lies on his stomach, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’ve got a really nice pussy, though. Can’t blame you for thinking about it, but I am about a thousand percent sure you wouldn’t be able to please me if your life depended on it.”

Both Dom and I move to step closer to her, needing to protect her at all costs, but she glances at us and throws a hand up in our direction.

Once she makes it to Stefano, she squats down right in front of him and tilts his chin up so he’s looking her in the eyes.

My cock fucking hardens in my pants all over again, and I have to shove my immense need and fucking unyielding want for her down. I need to take her home and fuck her all the ways I’ve been imagining. Need to do the things I’ve been aching to do to her body.

I shouldn’t.

But I swear to fuck I can’t resist her. No matter how hard I try.

“Did anyone tell you about the things I’ve done?” she asks Stefano, her voice a ghostly whisper as she stares into his watery eyes.

Blood is dripping from his mouth and nose, and slobber and snot drain down his chin. The fucker’s truly seen better days.

“Do you know what happened to the last man I was in a room like this with?” She stops to look around at the gray cement walls and the sparse warehouse with only the necessities for torture in it. “Answer the fucking question!” she screams and slams his head into the floor.

I go to pull her away from him, knowing she’s going to hate herself if she keeps playing a part in all of this. I didn’t bring her for that reason. I brought her so she could get answers alongside me.

Because she fucking deserves them. Because I’ve had a gut feeling from the beginning that this was personal. This wasn’t about buying a random woman at an auction.

I take two steps before Dom is pulling me backward and shaking his head, as if to tell me to let her handle it. I do. But I really want to get her away from him. He’s already taken up too much of her fucking time.

Stefano gurgles a few incoherent words from behind the blood and saliva pouring out of his mouth as he twists and writhes on the ground.

Evelina tugs his head back up by his hair and then whispers, “The last man who thought he’d get away with hurting me?” She pauses, tucking the gun into her side with her free hand.

“He’s dead.”

34

EVELINA

I slide a piece of gum into my mouth as we ride in silence. The city passes us by as one of the Amato’s enforcers drives us back to the safe house, and all I want to do right now is sleep. I feel like the past hour lasted ten years. I was so high off of my adrenaline up until we sat down in the car, and now I feel like death.

I didn’t walk into that warehouse intending on doing what I did, but as soon as I saw the prisoners chained up, in conjunction with firing the gun and feeling the cool metal against my fingers, all of the hatred I’ve been storing inside of me immediately begged to be let out.

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