Good. If she’s scared, she won’t leave.He tilts his head to the side.
Fucking idiot. I roll my eyes, breaking off our silent conversation, before turning my attention back to Celia.
“We know you’re in trouble. And someone is holding your sister captive.”
Her hands clench the arms of the chair, anchoring her in place, but she says nothing.
“Do you know who we are?” Matteo questions.
“Salvatore and Antonio Genovese.”
“And me?”
“Matteo Morelli. All of you are members of the Genovese Mafia Family.”
“Why have you been asking questions about us?”
“Because I have to.” Her breath shudders.
“Our parents always said ‘because’ wasn’t an answer,” Salvatore responds, waiting patiently for her to continue speaking, but she clams up.
Shaking her head, she says, “I can’t tell you.”
“We don’t take too kindly to being told no, Celia,” I push, knowing my brother needs more information before he allows her to remain in our home. Or does he already know what’s going on?
Salvatore doesn’t do anything without thinking things through completely. He must have gotten some information from Gabriel, or even during his meeting with Cerone. We’re used to getting what we want, but Salvatore hates wasting time. Trying to pry the information out of Celia is only going to infuriate my brother, and there’s no telling what he’ll do then.
“Celia.” Her head snaps toward me. “You belong to us now.”
“Us?” she questions, her eyes swiveling between the three of us. “You said that before in the elevator.”
I nod my head, waiting for her to put the pieces together. I watch as a shiver goes through her. Her tits heave as she pants in need.
“Do you know what we mean, Celia?”
She nods her head, humming her affirmation.
“Good girl.” Salvatore sits back in his chair, unzipping his pants. “It’s time to welcome you to the family.”
Salvatore, Matteo, and I share a look, falling easily into our roles we play when at the club. Matteo will watch as we touch her, Salvatore will give me instructions on how he wants me to touch Celia, and I plan on loving every minute.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
CELIA
Oh my god.My eyes widen as I try to think of a way out of this situation. They know almost everything. Not all of it, but all the important bullet points. They know about my sister, but they have no idea who is holding her hostage.
Yet, if they gathered all that information in less than twenty-four hours, imagine what they could discover given enough time. Either way, I can’t stay here. I should’ve run out of my apartment the moment Matteo and Antonio came in, but there was something about them that continues to call to me. They make me feel safe and wanted in a way no one else has before, not even Willa.
“Welcome me?” I squeak.
“I think my brother could use some attention, don’t you?” Salvatore turns his attention toward Antonio. “Do you want Celia’s attention, Antonio?”
“Yes,” he croaks, his hand disappearing under the table.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he’s doing by the way his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“What do you want me to do?” I clench my thighs together, trying to get some relief from the throbbing between them.