Page 10 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Chapter Ten

Matteo

A s soon as the last flourish of the pen left the page, I escorted Taylor back to her room. Despite the ache in my balls at the mere thought of educating her in the pleasures of the flesh, I am true to my word, and that begins once she is free of her past.

Nothing will come between us. I want her mind as well as her body. Soon she will only have room in her thoughts for me, and in order for that to happen, she must be free of her past.

Once she is safely locked in her room for the night, I head to mine, intent on a cold shower and sleep. Tomorrow will be interesting in many ways, and I’m guessing my brothers will be on board for our trip to Oklahoma.

I dash off texts to make the necessary arrangements. Informing Simon and Vittorio of my wishes, assured that they will be carried out to the letter and we will be ready at seven am for a trip I am impatient to take.

Tommaso meets me in the hallway outside our rooms and fills me in on the events with the actor. It amuses me to think of him cowering under my brother’s rage, and yet when I inform him of our new houseguest, his eyes light with excitement, as I knew they would.

“A project.” He grins. “I like the sound of that.”

“My project.” I warn him, and he shrugs.

“For now. You had better inform Giorgio of that; he may not listen.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know. He seemed pretty interested when he interrupted our business dinner earlier.”

Tommaso laughs softly. “I’m not surprised. She must be something if she’s roused the beast inside you. I can’t wait to meet her. I heard about the guy in fifteen-ten. Word is she snapped his neck. Impressive.”

“And a virgin.”

His eyes burn into mine. “Not for much longer, I’m guessing.”

“You guessed right.”

He nods, a gleam of interest lighting his eyes.

“Tomorrow will be an interesting day.”

“Then get some sleep, you won’t want to miss what I have in mind.”

As we head to our rooms, I’m resigned to keeping Taylor safe from my brothers as well as the men who have hit on her so far. She doesn’t realize it, but she is a temptation of the most vulnerable kind. Beautiful, graceful, intriguing and mine.

I wake at six and manage to get thirty minutes in the gym before showering. Then I head to Taylor’s room and let myself in.

The room is in darkness, and I waste no time snapping on the light, and my eyes turn to the bed as she sits up, the sheets slipping from her shoulders, revealing she is wearing nothing but her underwear.

The blood races through my libido like a bushfire, and I growl, “It’s time to leave. Get up, we’ll eat on the plane.”

“Plane?” Her hair is all over the place and her eyes sleepy. Without makeup, she is like a fresh-faced angel, and my cock throbs as it anticipates the delights that lie ahead in training her to be mine in every way.

I toss the bag at her that I ordered to be delivered last night.

It contains a black one-piece catsuit that will mold her curves and yet hide her flesh from lascivious eyes.

She is mine; only I get that privilege, and the high shoes will give her legs definition, and she will be tall, her head reaching my shoulder.

I’m six foot two of muscle along with both of my brothers, and she must stand tall beside us.

We are a team, and that now includes Taylor, and I wonder what they will make of that.

“I’ll be waiting in the room we met in last night. You have fifteen minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I’m cold, firm and brutal in my tone, and her eyes widen as she nods, scooting from the bed as she reaches for the bag.

I try so hard to keep my cool as I note the mere scraps of fabric covering her tits and imagining those shapely legs wrapped around my neck is an extremely pleasant image to take with me today.

It’s all I will be thinking of because one thing I’m sure of, Taylor’s request will be honored by the end of the day.

Tonight, she will be mine in every sense of the word, and I’m not certain if she knows what she wished for.

I leave her to shower and change and as I enter the living area, my brothers are already waiting. Dressed for destruction.

We exchange a smile; days like this don’t often present themselves, and we relish the adrenaline rush they bring.

Our black handmade suits are of the finest quality fabrics, black silk shirts unbuttoned low enough to reveal the tribal ink we all share.

We are dressed as the wealthy billionaires we are, with the threat of the executioners we undoubtedly are.

Wealth and destruction are our missions in life, and this one will prove to be an enjoyable one.

“So, what’s the plan?”

Giorgio is the first one to ask, and I grasp the coffee that’s waiting and grin.

“Taylor’s stepfather is of the mind that her mother’s death means she will replace her in his bed.”

“Gross.”

Giorgio pretends to gag, and Tommaso shrugs. “Why is that our concern?”

“You’ll see why.”

I smirk as Giorgio backs me up.

“She is an interesting one for sure. I heard she snapped a guest’s neck in two for trying to rape her. Impressive.”

Tommaso shrugs. “So, call the cops.”

I exchange a glance with Giorgio, who laughs out loud.

“Call them after you’ve met her.”

I sip my coffee.

“I have employed her.”

“As an assassin, I hope.”

Giorgio’s eyes light up with interest. “I could train her in every trick I know, well, almost all of them. I like to keep some things back.”

“If you like.” I shrug, already accepting that he is the best person for that role.

I flick my gaze to Tommaso. “She will require nerves of steel, cool detachment and the ability to shed her compassion. That will be your involvement.”

“I am no babysitter.” He sighs, his gaze loaded with irritation. “What is your role?”

Now I have their attention.

“You want to fuck her, then deal with it. Why the job offer?”

Tommaso believes I have lost my mind, and Giorgio says nothing but smirks between us.

Taylor chooses that exact moment to walk into the room, and the conversation stops as we stare at a sight that hits me directly in the balls.

Her hair is washed and slicked back away from her face as she hasn’t dried it.

With no makeup on, she appears younger, more vulnerable and innocent.

It’s as if an angel fell from heaven into our lair.

Her eyes are wide and yet filled with cool detachment, masking her emotions as if she doesn’t have any.

But it’s the catsuit that commands our collective attention because, fuck me, this woman is a goddess.

The black silk fabric appears to be living and breathing on her skin.

Moving with her, caressing her curves as she sways into the room on the tallest heels.

I momentarily remember that she hates and detests heels, and from the anger flaring in her eyes as they connect with mine, it’s obvious she’s hating every second of this.

I get a sadistic thrill from that and remark, “You will learn to walk in heels as if they are the most comfortable things for your feet.”

Her eyes flash with anger, causing Giorgio to chuckle.

I swerve my gaze to my other brother, who is staring at Taylor in astonishment.

I enjoy watching the usually unfazed one of us who fucks women and leaves them just as fast. He is never struck speechless by any of them, but as Taylor walks into the room, it’s as if she commands us all, and she is the first woman who has that power .

She demonstrates no fear, merely anger, and my balls throb, and my cock swells to painful levels as I imagine educating this woman in the sins of the flesh.

Sins being the operative word because when I have finished with her, she won’t be able to walk in any shoes, let alone the six-inch ones I will insist on from now on.

“It’s time.” I offer no introductions and no instructions as I point to the door. Tommaso and Giorgio lead the way, and as I walk beside Taylor, she whispers, “Where are we going?”

“To get your things.”

“From my apartment?”

“No, baby girl. From your childhood home.”

Rather than pull back in fear, a strange smile lights her face, and a wicked gleam enters her eyes, and my interest increases for this woman.

“My stepfather?”

I nod. “Safety in numbers, baby girl, but after today you won’t fear him anymore.”

I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, but she appears to walk taller and she remains silent as we head to the roof where our helicopter is waiting to take us to the airfield to catch our private jet.

Most of our guards will already be there waiting, and I wonder if Taylor is aware that her first lesson will be a baptism of fire.

Taylor stares at the helicopter with trepidation and shivers as Giorgio holds the door open.

“Is it safe?” Her voice is carried away by the breeze of the rotor blades, and I almost can’t hear her.

“Nothing in life worth doing is safe, baby girl. ”

A rare smile crosses my lips, and she shakes her head. “I guess you’re right.”

The way her eyes flash and the hint of amusement in her expression steals my attention far more than any loaded look in my direction and I’m surprisingly upbeat as I reach for her hand and Giorgio smirks as I help her into the helicopter and make certain to strap her in.

As my fingers brush against her chest, I momentarily forget to breathe, and the way her eyes hold mine creates a protective streak inside me that has never been there before.

It’s a moment I doubt I will ever forget because it’s the one that tells me she is different from the rest. Cements it even because I guess I knew that the moment I sat beside her with a dead body at our feet.

I break eye contact and move back, and as I reach for my own belt, Giorgio’s knowing smirk as he jumps in beside me tells me he knows it too.

Tommaso has jumped in beside the pilot, and the rest of our guards should be at our destination already.

As soon as I made the call last night, our operation swung into action, and I wonder if Taylor’s stepfather understands that this is judgment day.