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hate him, he raped
me.”
“ Really?”
“ Yes.”
“ Your reaction to him now makes
sense, Yuri.”
“ My name’s not
Yuri.”
“ It is now . Yuri was one of the Black
Guards murdered. You’ll replace him in my bed.” He brushed my ear
with his lips. “So, Yuri, you do realize you’re not going to
Naples? Instead, you’ll be living with me for the rest of your
life.”
I breathed out, wondering how the fuck
I was going to get out of this shit.
“ Nothing to say?”
“ I’ ll do whatever you want,” I said,
knowing there was no fucking way I was staying with him, because I
was no one’s slave. I just needed to bide my time for the right
moment to escape, which unfortunately wasn’t now.
He ran his lips over my ear again. “Good
boy. At night you’ll be tied to my bed, while during the day you’ll
be watched closely when I’m busy.”
“ I won’t give you
trouble.”
“ No, because I punish
trouble makers.” He bit my ear, making me yelp. He laughed. “And by
the way, I use the whole chicken. I’m not kinky, I’m crazy.” He
started heading up the steps, carrying me with ease. My eyes went
to the Padre and Thierry as we entered the plane, their shocked gazes
moving to me.
“ Why are you carrying my nephew?”
the Padre asked.
“ I make people go weak at the
knees.” The Black Russian lowered me into a seat and clicked my
seatbelt on. “Two pretty Donatelli and one pretty D’Angelo, I got
my money’s worth today.” He looked at the priest. “And you’re not
one of them. Your face is too rough.”
The Padre pulled Thierry in closer. “I already said
this one’s mine.”
The Bla ck Russian sat down next to me,
placing a hand on my crotch. “No, everyone in this plane belongs to
me.”
“ I only belong to God,”
the Padre snapped, his eyes going to the door as it
closed.
The Black Russian laughed. “And I
belong to the Devil.”
“ What’ s going on?”
“ Karma. Do you remember a
blond man called Sasha?”
The Padre shook his head as the engines
started.
“ Do you remember a Russian man,
then? He’s the beautiful blond your family kidnapped from the
D’Angelo house.”
The Padre looked confused, then understanding
crossed his face.
The Black Russian glared at him. “Did you
have a taste of my beautiful Sasha?”
“ No.”
“ You lie, priest, I can see it
in your eyes. You fucked what was mine and I bet you watched your
ugly soldiers shoot my Black Guards, including Sasha’s
brother.”
“ I had no part in that; I don’t approve of
beautiful men being killed.”
“ Since you knew they were
beautiful, it must mean you were there.”
“ No. I was in a different room
when that travesty happened. When I found out about it, I raged at
my brother.”
“ I’m assuming you’re talking
about the old Don, because this one,” the Black Russian patted my
crotch, “said Christo wasn’t there.”
“ Sì , my dead brother.”
The Black Russian cocked his
head to the side as the plane lifted off. “Regardless, why did you
get on my jet after what was done to my Black Guards? I understand
Christo wasn’t aware of what happened, even your nephew had a
viable excuse, but you ,
you were there when the D’Angelo house was overrun. Didn’t you even
consider there would be consequences for killing my
guards?”
“ Again, I did not kill them. I
have never killed a man in my life.”
“ Your family,
then.”
“ No, the killers were guards
doing the bidding of a higher power than me. I had no say in what
happened to your men.”
“ Which is why I’ll let you live.
The master is the one who’s responsible, and for you Italians
that’s the Don.”
“ You cannot kill Christo,
he’ s your
friend!”
“ I have no intention of killing
him; h e
wasn’t the master at the time. But you, stupid priest, should’ve
told him what happened to my guards? It was very foolish not to
give him all the information at hand.”
“ I didn’t think to. Guards
me.”
“ Really?”
“ Yes.”
“ Your reaction to him now makes
sense, Yuri.”
“ My name’s not
Yuri.”
“ It is now . Yuri was one of the Black
Guards murdered. You’ll replace him in my bed.” He brushed my ear
with his lips. “So, Yuri, you do realize you’re not going to
Naples? Instead, you’ll be living with me for the rest of your
life.”
I breathed out, wondering how the fuck
I was going to get out of this shit.
“ Nothing to say?”
“ I’ ll do whatever you want,” I said,
knowing there was no fucking way I was staying with him, because I
was no one’s slave. I just needed to bide my time for the right
moment to escape, which unfortunately wasn’t now.
He ran his lips over my ear again. “Good
boy. At night you’ll be tied to my bed, while during the day you’ll
be watched closely when I’m busy.”
“ I won’t give you
trouble.”
“ No, because I punish
trouble makers.” He bit my ear, making me yelp. He laughed. “And by
the way, I use the whole chicken. I’m not kinky, I’m crazy.” He
started heading up the steps, carrying me with ease. My eyes went
to the Padre and Thierry as we entered the plane, their shocked gazes
moving to me.
“ Why are you carrying my nephew?”
the Padre asked.
“ I make people go weak at the
knees.” The Black Russian lowered me into a seat and clicked my
seatbelt on. “Two pretty Donatelli and one pretty D’Angelo, I got
my money’s worth today.” He looked at the priest. “And you’re not
one of them. Your face is too rough.”
The Padre pulled Thierry in closer. “I already said
this one’s mine.”
The Bla ck Russian sat down next to me,
placing a hand on my crotch. “No, everyone in this plane belongs to
me.”
“ I only belong to God,”
the Padre snapped, his eyes going to the door as it
closed.
The Black Russian laughed. “And I
belong to the Devil.”
“ What’ s going on?”
“ Karma. Do you remember a
blond man called Sasha?”
The Padre shook his head as the engines
started.
“ Do you remember a Russian man,
then? He’s the beautiful blond your family kidnapped from the
D’Angelo house.”
The Padre looked confused, then understanding
crossed his face.
The Black Russian glared at him. “Did you
have a taste of my beautiful Sasha?”
“ No.”
“ You lie, priest, I can see it
in your eyes. You fucked what was mine and I bet you watched your
ugly soldiers shoot my Black Guards, including Sasha’s
brother.”
“ I had no part in that; I don’t approve of
beautiful men being killed.”
“ Since you knew they were
beautiful, it must mean you were there.”
“ No. I was in a different room
when that travesty happened. When I found out about it, I raged at
my brother.”
“ I’m assuming you’re talking
about the old Don, because this one,” the Black Russian patted my
crotch, “said Christo wasn’t there.”
“ Sì , my dead brother.”
The Black Russian cocked his
head to the side as the plane lifted off. “Regardless, why did you
get on my jet after what was done to my Black Guards? I understand
Christo wasn’t aware of what happened, even your nephew had a
viable excuse, but you ,
you were there when the D’Angelo house was overrun. Didn’t you even
consider there would be consequences for killing my
guards?”
“ Again, I did not kill them. I
have never killed a man in my life.”
“ Your family,
then.”
“ No, the killers were guards
doing the bidding of a higher power than me. I had no say in what
happened to your men.”
“ Which is why I’ll let you live.
The master is the one who’s responsible, and for you Italians
that’s the Don.”
“ You cannot kill Christo,
he’ s your
friend!”
“ I have no intention of killing
him; h e
wasn’t the master at the time. But you, stupid priest, should’ve
told him what happened to my guards? It was very foolish not to
give him all the information at hand.”
“ I didn’t think to. Guards
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