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back, looking shocked, but
I didn’t care, other than seeing the new slave, the one that Jagger
had ... was meant to bring back.
I stumbled down the basement staircase,
my footing still clumsy. I wondered whether I’d been drugged,
because my mind felt weighed down, making it hard to remember
anything let alone putting one foot in front of the
other.
Outside the cells stood a guard I didn’t
know, his bright blue eyes reminding me of the Donatelli. “Who are
you?” I asked.
The guard straightened.
“Carlo.”
“ You’re not the guard for
here, Federico is.”
“ He’ s dead.”
Bianca’s words came back to me. I
knew Federico was dead, the feeling way too strong, but for some
goddamned reason my heart hurt. I didn’t understand why, because he
was a FBI agent, but sorrow still filled me, telling me I’d lost
more than a guard.
I pushed the unease to the back
of my mind, deciding to deal with it later, because I wanted to ... NO ...
I needed to see the brunette slave first. “Open the door,” I said to
the guard.
The guard unlocked the door, and pulled it
open for me. I stepped into the room, then stopped in my tracks,
the naked woman on the bed taking me by surprise. Jagger’s Honey
sat up, the blonde slave tensing, her fear almost
tangible.
“ You...” I said. “You’re supposed to be in
Spain.”
She opened her mouth, but didn’t utter a
word, fear probably silencing her.
The guard placed a hand on my
shoulder. “ Don.”
I spun around. “Don’t touch me! Why is
everyone touching me?!”
The guard stepped back, his
expression worried. “Do you need a dottore ?”
“ No, I need my head to work!” I
placed my hands on my head, just wanting everything to make
sense.
Heavy f ootsteps sounded, then Alberto
appeared in the doorway, my brother’s bulky form heading straight
for me.
I took a step back, not
understanding why I was weary of him. “What’s wrong with me?”
“ You shouldn’t be out of bed,”
he said, reaching for me.
I stepped to the
side ,
avoiding his hands. “Tell me why Federico was killed?” I said,
needing to hear it from my brother’s mouth, the only person I
trusted.
“ He found out we knew he
was an informant. He panicked and ran. We had to shoot
him.”
“ But, why don’t I remember
giving the order?”
“ You took a heavy knock to your
head when you fell off your horse. The dottore said you might suffer some memory
loss.”
“ Some? I can’t remember
anything!”
“ Calm down, it’ll come back.
Just go back to bed; maybe things’ll be clearer
tomorrow.”
“ No, the Donatelli are coming,
and they’re expecting Jagger to be here.”
“ I will sort things out, you
just rest.” He placed a hand on my back, moving me toward the
door.
I pulled away and looked back at Honey,
who was staring at us. She dropped her gaze when she noticed me
looking. “Why isn’t that slave in Spain?” I said.
“ H er sale fell through. I’m arranging for
her to be sent to the Black Russian, but she needs to be retrained
for his tastes, and since Jagger and Mario are away, you said you
would do it.”
“ Where’s Mario?”
“ In Japan acquiring new
slaves.”
“ Then get Jagger
back.”
“ I can’t, he’s tied up with the
American orders. They’re coming in too fast, which is why he’s
staying in the New York compound for a while.”
My gaze moved back to the
blonde slave, wishing she was... “ Where is Rita?” I said, the name suddenly
coming back to me.
“ Who’s Rita?”
“ The new slave: the fake
brunette.”
“ We don’t have any
brunettes, only blondes at the moment.”
The memory of
Rita ’s long
brown hair returned, and the way it blanketed her back as she
bounced on my cock. “She rode me in my bathtub and gave me a
blowjob right there,” I said, pointing to the floor a few feet
away.
Alberto laughed. “I think you were
having a wet dream, brother.”
“ No, it was
real.”
Alberto placed a hand on my back
I didn’t care, other than seeing the new slave, the one that Jagger
had ... was meant to bring back.
I stumbled down the basement staircase,
my footing still clumsy. I wondered whether I’d been drugged,
because my mind felt weighed down, making it hard to remember
anything let alone putting one foot in front of the
other.
Outside the cells stood a guard I didn’t
know, his bright blue eyes reminding me of the Donatelli. “Who are
you?” I asked.
The guard straightened.
“Carlo.”
“ You’re not the guard for
here, Federico is.”
“ He’ s dead.”
Bianca’s words came back to me. I
knew Federico was dead, the feeling way too strong, but for some
goddamned reason my heart hurt. I didn’t understand why, because he
was a FBI agent, but sorrow still filled me, telling me I’d lost
more than a guard.
I pushed the unease to the back
of my mind, deciding to deal with it later, because I wanted to ... NO ...
I needed to see the brunette slave first. “Open the door,” I said to
the guard.
The guard unlocked the door, and pulled it
open for me. I stepped into the room, then stopped in my tracks,
the naked woman on the bed taking me by surprise. Jagger’s Honey
sat up, the blonde slave tensing, her fear almost
tangible.
“ You...” I said. “You’re supposed to be in
Spain.”
She opened her mouth, but didn’t utter a
word, fear probably silencing her.
The guard placed a hand on my
shoulder. “ Don.”
I spun around. “Don’t touch me! Why is
everyone touching me?!”
The guard stepped back, his
expression worried. “Do you need a dottore ?”
“ No, I need my head to work!” I
placed my hands on my head, just wanting everything to make
sense.
Heavy f ootsteps sounded, then Alberto
appeared in the doorway, my brother’s bulky form heading straight
for me.
I took a step back, not
understanding why I was weary of him. “What’s wrong with me?”
“ You shouldn’t be out of bed,”
he said, reaching for me.
I stepped to the
side ,
avoiding his hands. “Tell me why Federico was killed?” I said,
needing to hear it from my brother’s mouth, the only person I
trusted.
“ He found out we knew he
was an informant. He panicked and ran. We had to shoot
him.”
“ But, why don’t I remember
giving the order?”
“ You took a heavy knock to your
head when you fell off your horse. The dottore said you might suffer some memory
loss.”
“ Some? I can’t remember
anything!”
“ Calm down, it’ll come back.
Just go back to bed; maybe things’ll be clearer
tomorrow.”
“ No, the Donatelli are coming,
and they’re expecting Jagger to be here.”
“ I will sort things out, you
just rest.” He placed a hand on my back, moving me toward the
door.
I pulled away and looked back at Honey,
who was staring at us. She dropped her gaze when she noticed me
looking. “Why isn’t that slave in Spain?” I said.
“ H er sale fell through. I’m arranging for
her to be sent to the Black Russian, but she needs to be retrained
for his tastes, and since Jagger and Mario are away, you said you
would do it.”
“ Where’s Mario?”
“ In Japan acquiring new
slaves.”
“ Then get Jagger
back.”
“ I can’t, he’s tied up with the
American orders. They’re coming in too fast, which is why he’s
staying in the New York compound for a while.”
My gaze moved back to the
blonde slave, wishing she was... “ Where is Rita?” I said, the name suddenly
coming back to me.
“ Who’s Rita?”
“ The new slave: the fake
brunette.”
“ We don’t have any
brunettes, only blondes at the moment.”
The memory of
Rita ’s long
brown hair returned, and the way it blanketed her back as she
bounced on my cock. “She rode me in my bathtub and gave me a
blowjob right there,” I said, pointing to the floor a few feet
away.
Alberto laughed. “I think you were
having a wet dream, brother.”
“ No, it was
real.”
Alberto placed a hand on my back
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