Like a good girl.
As Ava unlocked her front door, she argued with Nico, and then they stepped inside the studio apartment. She could fight us all she wanted.
“This building is a shit hole,” Stefan commented on our way into her living room.
Angelo shook his head. “Damn fucking right. I can’t believe Giancarlo made her live here. That cheap fuck”
Ava grimaced. “It’s all my dad could afford, I guess.”
She had her own money and didn’t need anything from Daddy. But he kept her accounts under lock and key because she was a minor when she started her portfolio. So now, she was stuck with us.
“I write your father’s checks.” I invaded her space, loving how she inched backward into Nico like a scared little lamb afraid of the big bad wolf. “I know exactly how much he makes. And he can afford to put you up in a nicer apartment.”
She snickered, flicking her long hair over her shoulder. “I’m surprised his salary doesn’t come in a bloody duffel bag.”
“Don’t start with me, you little brat.”
Ava turned away from me. “Don’t call me that.”
I grabbed her graduation gown from behind, yanking her into my chest. “Give me that sassy fucking mouth again, and I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you like the spoiled brat you are.”
“I’m a little young for you, Dante.” She rubbed her lips together. “Jeez, what are you like, forty?”
I slid my hand down her stomach, tightening my hold on her with my other hand. “Last I checked, you’re legal.” I grabbed her pussy over the fabric. “And so is your uptight cunt.”
“Like you’d care if I was legal.” She snorted, rolling her eyes. “You’ve probably broken a hundred laws since breakfast.”
I lifted her feet off the floor and dragged her into the living room.
“Hey!” Ava slammed her palm into my back. “Put me down, you animal.”
I dropped onto the couch and put Ava flat on her stomach over my knee. “I told you not to talk back.”
“Dante, stop it!”
I pushed up her gown, feeling her smooth calves with my fingers. Then I slid her dress up her thighs, surprised to find our good girl wearing a red thong. “Would you look at this?” I said to my brothers as I yanked on the strap and let it smack her skin. “I didn’t think good girls owned thongs.”
My brothers gathered in front of the coffee table, staring at her like a piece of meat. We’d been watching Ava for years. Her dad was the only reason none of us had fucked her. And now that he was on our kill list, his daughter’s pussy was ours.
“I’m not a good girl.” A moan slipped past her lips as I rubbed her ass, my fingers brushing her wet slit over the fabric. “If you think I’m going to do whatever you say, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Stefan licked his lips. “Spank her. She’s begging for it.”
Ava slammed her palm into my arm. “No, I’m not!”
Angelo stood beside his twin and crossed his arms over his chest. He stared at her bare ass like he wanted to take a bite. “She wants it. I bet she’s already wet.”
Nico tugged on his tie, loosening it as his blue eyes traveled up and down the length of her gorgeous body. “She’s been giving me lip all day. I think she needs a reminder of who’s in charge.”
Ava squirmed, kicking her legs. “Nico, what the fuck?” She turned her head to the side to look at him. “I thought you were on my side.”
He laughed. “Baby, I already told you what side I’m on.”
I held down her legs with one hand while I let the other roam over her ass.
She was fucking perfect.
And the daughter of a thief.