What she was insinuating so vaguely was incomprehensible, so vile my anger started to boil deep, sending a burning rage throughout my body.
I needed her to say it clearly, though I knew in my gut what it was she was trying to say. The very horror no child should ever have to endure.
Please, God, tell me I am mistaken. Please.
“I tried to fight him, but I wasn’t strong enough. He laughed the whole time. He thought it was funny that I was fighting him. I hated his laugh. I can still hear it in my dreams. Sometimes I can still feel the weight of him over me. Those are the worst nights.
“When he had his fill, he discarded me as if I was nothing but trash to be thrown out. After that, I was passed around to several of his men. Each disgusting in their own ways. But I survived it all. I don’t know how I separated myself from what happened, but when I could think clearly again, I promised myself that each and every one of them would die. I planned each of their deaths down to the last detail. Every horrible detail. I want them all to feel what I did, to experience the pain I endured. To scream out for help, knowing that no one will save them.
“When he thought I was thoroughly broken in, he sold me to a man named Albert Hollister. He was the assistant director of the FBI and friends with Darrin Reynolds. When Reynolds found out that my father sold me, he killed Albert and took me for himself. He knew my real identity and thought he could use me as leverage against him. I could have told him that it wouldn’t work. That my father didn’t know who I was, nor did he give a damn, but I kept my mouth shut. You see, I learned something when I was in my father’s clutches. The man everyone feared and obeyed was just a middle man. Reaper thinks my father is the ringleader. The head of it all, but he’s not. He’s just a tumor, and do you know how to get rid of a tumor Giovanni?”
“You cut it out.” I carefully answered.
“That’s right. You cut it out. That’s what I am going to do. I am going to cut them all out, and when I am face to face with my father, I am going to put a bullet in his head.”
“Nomia amore, I am,” I firmly stated.
Nothing more was said as the silence of the night cocooned the both of us. Sometime later, I felt Layla’s body relax and her soft breath even. She had finally fallen asleep.
Keeping my arms around her, I let her words from earlier filter and soak into my mind as I tried to control the rage that threatened to consume me. My worst fear had been confirmed, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
There were so many things I wanted to do, so many things I wanted to change for her. I wanted so much to turn back time and save her from the extreme horror she endured. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and whisk her away so she would always be loved and cherished. I wanted to pound some reason into her stubborn head, to make her see that the course she had set for herself wasn’t the way.
But the only thing I could concentrate on was how to get my hands around Angelo Capribella’s neck. I wanted to squeeze the life out of him. I wanted him to feel the pain and torment he put his daughter through. I wanted him to suffer as much asmia Amoredid and more.
Reaching for my phone on the nightstand beside me, I carefully turned it on. I quickly sent a text to Reaper, telling him I wanted every bit of information he had collected on Angelo Capribella.
I didn’t bother waiting for a response and turned my phone off, placing it back on the nightstand.
I had time on my hands.
Time to plan.
Time to study.
Time to come up with the perfect way to kill Angelo Capribella.
21
Giovanni
I awoke sometime later to the most fantastic feeling in the world. A heat so indescribable that it encompassed the very core of me. Moaning, I tried to open my eyes when a new sensation slammed into me. A soft swirling motion that tickled and teased its way up my spine. Then came the pressure. A tightness gripping me so hard all I could do was gasp as my eyes sprang open.
Quickly looking down between my legs, I saw her smiling up at me as she took my cock deeper into her mouth. When I tried to touch her, she grabbed my wrist and held it tight to the bed.
“Layla,” I gasped, throwing my head back as I felt her swallow taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
There were no words. Lost in the hot sea of her mouth, I rode wave after wave of torture as she brought me to a heightened state of euphoria. A place I rarely ventured because to get there, I had to let go of control. That was something I rarely did. Yet in my sleep, she slipped past all my defense, and now she was the one in charge. What amazed me the most was that I was not eager to gain it back. I was okay with her ministrations. In fact, I welcomed it.
“Oh God, Layla,” I moaned, arching my back as she licked up the underside of my dick. Slowly, her hot mouth slid back down my shaft, sucking me deeper down into her throat.
Stars burst and exploded all around me as she swallowed me down. Gasping for air, I tried to comprehend what had just happened. When I opened my eyes and saw her smiling as she wiped her mouth with her finger. I stared in shock. “You taste good.”
“What just happened,” I gasped in shock.
Setting over my hips, I felt her wet pussy slide against my shaft and moaned again. “You just came.”
“No, I didn’t. I never come that fast.”