Page 22 of The Mafia Assassin’s Redemption (Mafia Obsession #2)

“Mine.” Once we’re onboard, soft lights flicker on.

Most of it’s still as it was when I bought it.

Mostly steel and bare bones. But the second level is the one I renovated.

It’s decked out in soft woods, a galley and head, plus a shower.

There’s also a lounge and a big berth. I have computer gear up there, too, a whole setup for when I need to get away.

“No, really?”

“Mine. I bought her. It’s a good place to lay low or even work from when I want.”

“She’s… pretty.”

“You think Mildred ’s pretty?”

Harry nods but she’s still clutching the evening bag tight. I want to slide my arms around her and kiss her hard and deep.

But I don’t think that’s going to calm her. She’s a sub who doesn’t know how it all works. Instinctively, she craves the discipline and dominance, although she fights it every step.

Or maybe she just needs her mind swamped by something to cling to, something that unites her hate and her inner battles and leads her to subspace.

I’m happy to perform that job.

She’s still wearing my jacket.

“Can someone get in?”

“Take off my jacket and your dress,” I say without responding to her question.

Her eyes snap to me. I turn on the thermostat so it’s comfortable, then power up my computer .

I half expect her to push back, but she doesn’t. She shrugs off the jacket, then strips off the dress.

My cock stirs.

This… I’m into.

“There’s a position I want you to get into. We’ll start simple. On the bed, on your knees. Head down and hands in front. Clasped. They should be behind your back but,” I say, stripping off my tie, “I’ll go easy.”

Harry shudders as she puts her trembling hands together. I wind the tie around her wrists, binding them. Christ, she’s pretty. With her tits out and those panties riding low in front, showing that she shaved herself bare for me… goddamn, she’s fucking hot.

I stroke a hand down the slope of her back and push lightly so her head and shoulders are down and her ass is in the air. I tug her hands forward and I move behind her, pulling those panties to the side so I can lap at her pussy.

She moans low and I leave her like that once I’m finished. Needful, wet, frustrated, in her head, and firmly heading to subspace. I can hear it in the small sigh she breathes. I know the sound. I’ve had other subs make it. But none as sweet and hot as Harry.

I stand in front of her, pulling out the chair where I’ve got my computer console set up.

I hook the laptop up to the system’s Wi-Fi so I can move around with it.

I slide in a thumb drive and I sit, only looking at her occasionally, her eyes on me, getting glassier by the minute.

The quiver to that raised ass is almost perfect.

Almost, but…

I set the computer down and lower her panties to mid-thigh, and this time I sit so I can enjoy that view.

Fuck me, it’s amazing, her inner and outer lips glistening, the redness of her arousal deepening.

This is another strike against whatever it is that counts as my soul, using her like this, but right now, I’m finding it hard to care.

“Y-you’re just going to leave me here?” she rasps.

“Yep.” I lower my gaze to my computer, where Callahan is flinging instant messages at me like mini bombs.

Where the fuck are you?

Get your ass home.

The driver’s alive. Is your fucking bride?

Then Seamus joins the party.

Dude, a gunfight in the streets of Manhattan? Been there, done that. You’re late to the party.

Declan joins in.

Cal’s yelling at Seamus. Call when you decide to turn your phone on.

“Assholes.” I cut my eyes to Harry and she’s still glaring at me, her head bent a little toward me, but she’s still in position. “Not you, my brothers. Now, your asshole’s a pretty thing. I am going to take it. After all, I’m burning in hell, right?”

She growls, and I grin.

But the grin fades fast as I get back to my research.

Salvatore’s wife. There isn’t much about her. No one’s put together the church and Harry’s involvement, other than me. And I’m good at putting tiny fragments together and reading the big picture.

I go into the Dark Web next.

Salvatore claimed his wife’s dead, but that has to be a cover-up for his ego. Pretend she’s gone to meet her maker and find a younger version to save face.

As I navigate around, I find nasty rumors about his brother and his wife, as well as others, swirling. Sounds like Lara was used as a plaything and Bernardo wasn’t nice with toys. It gives me another reason not to be bothered by the bullets I gifted him.

Besides, touching Harry was enough.

Abruptly, I stand up. “I’m getting a drink.”

I walk out with the laptop under my arm, ignoring her whimper. Once I’m in the lounge, I place the computer on the bar and grab a bottle.

I pour some Redbreast into a glass.

Does Salvatore know what Harry’s into? Does her priest? I’m thinking no on the first, and yes on the second, which begs the question… how deep into the mafia underworld is Luigi?

And is this a small or a huge network?

“Shit, Harry, you’re still that fierce kid with the gun, aren’t you?” I mutter.

I turn my attention back to the computer and come across something that turns my blood to ice. I gulp the booze, letting the fiery liquid heat the cold in me.

I look closer at the news story that the press put out about a senseless killing. At the time, they’d wondered if the ritualistic killing might be a serial killer.

The article is a few years old, but I see it for what it is. I’m guessing the priest in Colorado was nailed to a fucking cross because he was harboring a very big crime boss’s abused, trafficked slave.

She was found raped and murdered. And the priest… they didn’t just nail him to the cross. He’d been sodomized, gutted, and tortured. Someone had taken his eyes and tongue. And then put a bullet through hi s brain.

The Dark Web gives me more detail.

That particular hitman’s dead now, but unease turns my stomach.

It’s followed by something like admiration.

The boards on the Dark Web are used by some crime families to help with their big, or more difficult, problems. Someone who is a little computer savvy will use them to find solutions and post things, very carefully, and those in the know, other criminals, hitmen, mercenary types, the strictly for money professionals, will take up the jobs.

After all, always better to have something done by a stranger when it comes to someone you know.

We don’t do that.

The bigger families don’t.

Many of the cartels don’t trust outsiders, either.

But weaker families, other criminal enclaves, those looking for a way up the ladder, they are all over those boards. They think it’ll buy them strength and power.

And these days, there really is a market for everything.

What the fuck if someone else wants to take Harry out?

Is she that much of a cog?

Or am I worrying about her particular choice of work because it carries danger?

The ambush tonight doesn’t fit with a precision hit.

What if it has to do with why her family was ordered dead?

I’d ask Mam but she doesn’t know those answers.

I need to set up a program to track all mentions of the Federici family, along with the Ricco and the Rao families.

I want arrests, known business dealings, everything to see if I can uncover why the Rao bastards wanted to wipe out one family who wanted to get out of the game.

Getting out or running?

I don’t know .

Another failure to add to my fucking list.

I save all the info I found, pull out the drive, then turn off the computer. I may be digging too deep into the wrong holes, but I need to find all the wrong paths so the right one lights up.

I take my drink, unbuttoning my vest as I return to the bedroom.

Harry’s full of lustful hate as she looks at me, pupils slightly blown. She’s shaking all over, and I wrap my hands in her hair, lifting her partway up. Those gorgeous tits are now topped with rock-hard nipples I want to suck.

I lower her back down and stroke a finger along her slit, wondering if the turn-on from being bound and left got to be too much for her.

She’s so fucking wet, and I wonder if she came even though I ordered her not to.

Real discipline with orgasms is something learned, but most of the fun for me is the sub trying and failing to resist.

I push a finger into her tight heat and say, “You’ve gone and made a mess. The sheets are wet. So, tell me, Harry, what the fuck am I supposed to do with you now?”

A mewl slips from her lips.

“Punishment? I have a whip here. Or maybe I should just fuck you senseless. What do you think?”