Page 19 of Bittersweet Endings (Agostino Crime Family #6)

Because when I came back? I wouldn’t be walking away without her. My little doll was mine, and I’d make sure everyone knew it.

JP practically skipped out of the room as my men corralled around me.

And we settled at the bar, a soldato immediately handing me a drink.

I tossed it back. The liquor burned the cut on my lip, but I barely noticed.

Too focused on trying to calm myself before I went to Octavia. Before I took her out of here.

A sudden commotion had us turning around. It took a second to understand what was happening. A brunette was in the center of Lucky’s men. They were trying to separate her and someone else. I slammed my glass onto the ground, moving towards the crowd.

Matteo was already on his feet and calling out, “Lucky!”

I’d already seen him. Peiro.

“I want that motherfucker,” I hissed. My men mixed with hers as we approached. “Fuck. Too many eyes.” Pulling my Glock from my back, I dipped into the shadows, behind the crowd of video phones, and fired one round into the ceiling.

Cameras dropped and screams riddled the air while a stream of partygoers made a mad dash for the exit.

Dropping to my haunches, I braced for a fight. Octavia was struggling against her guard, screaming at Peiro with a finger raised. Diego had already sidled through his guards and wrapped an arm around the fucker’s neck. Matteo and Lorenzo were taking his men down, one after another.

My men had circled hers, and they were slowly losing their control. Crowds of people were screaming and fighting to get to the exit. Creating pure mayhem as they slammed into the quarrel happening off to the side.

Elbowing an asshole in the face, I stumbled into Rocco. The madness in his gaze matched my own. We shared a nod and charged forward, taking down any motherfucker in our way.

As much as I wanted to kill them all, I wasn’t my father. I needed to calculate this correctly. I’d take my time with him; he didn’t deserve a bullet between the eyes. It was far too easy for that son of a bitch.

“The fuck are you doing?” I grabbed Octavia’s arm, and she fought against me.

A rabid beast was in my grip. Her blank, dead eyes were a million miles away. They were reminiscent of the many times she’d shut down in captivity. Throttled back to her past, her once weakened psyche was gone.

And she was goddamn angry.

Her father’s soldatos were slowly gaining control of the rest of the room.

The mother, sister, and sister-in-law were already gone, no doubt on their way to the compound.

Once more, Octavia seemed to be an afterthought.

Something told me the men probably thought she was already in the car. That she was hiding.

As I watched her lose her mind, I smiled. They had no clue as to what the real Octavia was made of. If I let her loose, she’d go absolutely nuts. The problem was, she was going to get herself hurt.

“Fuck this.” I tossed her over a shoulder while Rocco barked at me to let her go.

It was too late. My men flanked me and ushered us out to the waiting car, clearing any additional problems. Because the wildcat flailing in my arms was enough of a problem.

“My, my, my. A short time with me and all those manners daddy beat into you are gone.” I tried pinning her arms down before grabbing her palm and shoving against my erection. “You’re making my dick hard, Octavia.”

That gave her pause. The intake of breath and hooded eyes told me how this would never end. Not between us.

“Boss, we got an issue.” Diego leaned over the seat, smirking at Octavia, who was fighting me again. “He got away.”

Octavia and I both paused, fear filling her as anger consumed me. I punched the window and cursed my men left and right. Then moved on to barking all the shit I was going to do to that motherfucker.

“Where am I going?” AJ asked from the driver’s seat.

Octavia went rigid, as if just noticing him. Then she leaned forward and slapped the back of his head. Spitting at him for not leaving the city when she warned him. Asking him if he wanted to get killed by her family.

He scoffed, “Had no clue you thought so little of me.”

She shook her head, unable to hold back her smile.

“Enough. We’re going to the hotel,” I grunted .

“No, we’re not.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not going to be locked down in a suite with your fake little whore.”

“I only have one little whore. And she’s my dirty little whore. So dirty she fucked me in a bathroom while bent over a sink.” I smacked my lips. “You still taste as delicious as I remember.”

Octavia slapped me across the face. I caught her wrist when she tried a second time.

“You only get one, Octavia.” My fingers traced the small scar on her arm where I’d shot her. “We’re even now.”

“Far from it, you ass?—”

AJ slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

Metal screeched as we T-boned a car. Putting an arm out at the last second, I caught Octavia.

Her head only bumping the back of the seat.

But the airbag rattled us both. My arm was on fire, but it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the way Octavia was crawling into my lap.

Her pained moans filtered between us as I barked at her, asking her where she was hurt.

“My heart,” she muttered just as her door was ripped open.

Staring down the barrel of Rocco’s gun, I saw the entire car was surrounded. “Let. Her. Go. Now,” he commanded.

Blood coated my teeth, but I smiled through it. “Go, little doll. That taste in the bathroom will hold me over. For now.” She started to slide off the seat, and I added, “I’ll see you soon.”

Those blue eyes were dazed but there were a million thoughts swirling in her head. Confusion. Need. Anger. It was a whirlwind.

Rocco pressed the gun to my forehead. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

“That’s easy. She won’t forgive you.” The mocking grin on my face made him cock the gun.

“Pull that trigger and it’ll be the last thing you do.” Matteo pressed his gun to the back of Rocco’s head. “Leave. You got the girl, now go.”

Backing away slowly, Rocco caught Octavia as she slumped into his arms. I’d just noticed the blood dripping from her hairline down to her forehead.

I tapped my head. “Get her to the hospital.”

“Don’t tell me how to take care of her,” Rocco hissed.

“You sure? Looks like you’re doin’ a fuckin’ bang-up job already,” I grunted, and then they were gone. “Nothing on him?”

Matteo shook his head.

“Goddamn it.”

Lorenzo started ripping down the airbags to help me out. “You need to fuck that girl.”

An image of Octavia falling apart came to the forefront of my mind.

The way she was suddenly not ashamed of the scars.

How she fought against me, demanding the pleasure she knew she could get.

I couldn’t give her much, but coming all over my dick was the easiest and most satisfying thing I could do.

“Just saying…” Lorenzo smirked.

“Get us back to the hotel.”

AJ tried starting the car, but it wouldn’t work. I got out and eyed the damage before we jumped in with my other soldatos.

The moment we entered the hotel room, I immediately went to my private bar. Walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the city. “I’ll be back for you, little doll.”

And I couldn’t wait to see how she crumbled beneath me.