Page 27 of Dark Breaker

“Nice catch.” I nod at the sleeping beauty beside him.

He grins. “You don’t remember? We shared her.” Apparently I don’t look too pleased at that news, because he suddenly laughs. “Just kidding, bro. I had her all to myself. You were out the whole night.”

“Don’t do that to me,” I tell him.

“You’re not actually starting to develop feelings for this bride of yours are you?” he asks, sitting up.

“Of course not,” I reply in all seriousness. “She’s just going to be another tool of release for me. A fucktoy.”

“Then why are you so worried about having another toy?” he presses.

“Because I don’t have time for anybody else,” I tell him. “Breaking her is going to use up a lot of my energy. And I need to save my reserves for what’s coming.”

He chuckles. “You sound like an old man or something. ‘I need to save up my limited reserves, young man!’” When I don’t laugh, he becomes somber. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you? If it’s going to be so much work, why do you want to break her so badly? Seems like a lot of investment for a limited return.”

“Because,” I tell him. “She’s going to be my wife. And she thinks she’s better than me.”

“Oh ho,” Nicolo says. “We can’t have that, can we?”

“Nope,” I agree. “Especially when I’m going to be married to her for the rest of my life. Or that’s the goal, anyway. I want her trained in every way, ready to bow to my every whim. But most of all, I want her respect.”

“Once you’ve broken her, you’ll take on mistresses?”

“That’s the plan,” I tell him. Assuming I have the energy for it. I suspect keeping Rosa disciplined and bent to my will is going to be a full time job. Nicolo is right, it might not be worth it.

But we’ll see.

The party girl on the floor awakens and rubs her eyes; her breasts wiggle invitingly. When she realizes I’m standing over her, she rolls onto her belly and rests her chin on her knuckles. Then she looks up at me dreamily and says: “Hi, Fabio.”

Nicolo makes a crude gesture with his hands, points at her, and then winks. “I have to take a dump.”

With that he vanishes in the ensuite bathroom.

For some reason I feel no attraction to this girl whatsoever. She’s got nothing on Rosa. Absolutely nothing.

“Get dressed and get out,” I order her. I don’t need her stealing my valuables, so I double check that my wardrobe and nightstands are locked, then I head toward the kitchen.

“Fabio,” she calls behind me. “Wait!”

I pause at the entryway. “What?” I keep my back to her.

I hear her getting up behind me. “I only fucked your brother because I wanted to get closer to you. You’re the one I want.”

“That’s touching,” I tell her. “Now fuck off.”

I walk past the kitchen. I’m not really hungry—the memory of my dry heaving session is fresh on my mind. I consider changing clothes, but that would mean confronting that chick in the bedroom again, so instead I take the elevator down to my car, deciding I want to stalk Rosa again.

Wait a second. It’s a Sunday, she won’t be in classes.

But I know where she lives…

I have some business to attend to first, but once that’s done, I rent a speedboat and soon find myself making my way across the Tyrrhenian Sea to Ustica.

I’m not sure why I want to stalk her. This is stupid. I shouldn’t bother. She’ll be my wife soon enough. Besides, I don’t care enough about her to spy on her day-to-day life.

I turn back.

Still, I think about her all the rest of that day, and finally when I’m alone that night, I retreat to the shower.