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Isabetta

T he sound of the gunshot still rung in my ears.

The blood was stark on Havoc’s knife as he pulled it from the ground.

And both of them stared at me. Havoc looked amused, which was surprising.

Moments ago, he had been intimidating, an angel of retribution and death, yet now he smirked like this was all a joke.

It was hard to describe Renzo’s expression.

Angry, maybe … or resigned? He wasn’t quite hanging his head, but it was downcast, with his eyes fixed on me.

They were both waiting to see what I was going to do now. Waiting for me to answer Renzo’s question.

This wasn’t the first time I had seen a man executed.

As much as my father may have shielded me from the darker side of his business, I had grown up in this life.

I may have been a pampered mafia princess, and I was certainly a virgin before my wedding night, but I was far from innocent.

I think somehow during the years, all three of my men had built up this idea that I was far more delicate than I truly was.

Sure, I didn’t crave violence, but I would not shy away from it either.

“At least you kept it outside. Scrubbing blood out of the carpet was not on my list of honeymoon activities. Does this island even have a cleanup crew?” I tried to keep my words light, not wanting to alarm Renzo. He was still holding a gun, after all.

Havoc threw his head back, and laughter poured out of him. “I fucking told you she was born for this, didn’t I? Our little fucktoy isn’t scared of blood. Did you like watching that? Did the violence turn you on, Isabetta? I bet if I reach under your shirt, that tight little cunt will be soaked.”

I wasn’t sure I would have said violence turned me on, but it certainly didn’t turn me off. There was something about seeing my men in that moment; their strength had sent a tingle through me.

“What are you doing out here, tesoro? You are supposed to be with Milo.” Renzo had finally found his voice again and he looked past me, likely for the twin who had been keeping me distracted with his cock.

“Milo sent me to find you. He said whatever business you had to do was finished, and that you might want to spend some time with me before we leave tonight.” Now I said it out loud, I wondered if it was true.

Sure, Milo had sent me to Renzo after he was done each morning, but it was always to the kitchen or Renzo’s office.

This time, he had specifically said I needed to come outside.

Had he known what Renzo was doing and wanted me to see?

Was this why Renzo hadn’t been with us in the mornings?

The look on Renzo’s face darkened, and I was sure he was thinking the same thing.

It hurt that he wanted to keep this part of his life from me.

Did he think I wouldn’t accept the violent parts of him?

Did he really think I was so soft and breakable?

How could he possibly view me as his partner if that was the case?

I didn’t let him speak, instead stepping closer to him.

I ignored the man on the ground; he didn’t matter, what had happened to him didn’t matter.

The only thing that did was my reaction.

Renzo needed to see I was strong enough to handle him and our life together.

All of it, even the violent, messy parts. He needed to know he could rely on me.

His dark eyes watched me as I moved closer, his gun-hand twitching.

I knew I wasn’t in danger of him shooting me.

He was tense, but he didn’t want to hurt me.

“I am glad he sent me out here. You can’t keep things like this from me.

If there is trouble back home, I want to know about it.

We are supposed to share things. Your burdens are mine, let me help you carry them. ”

He was still staring at me as I stepped into his personal space.

I opened my soul to him as I gently laid my hands on his chest, then leaned up to press my lips softly to his.

For a moment, he was still, but then he groaned and his free hand came down to grab my ass and pull me tightly up against him as he plundered my mouth with his tongue.

“Fuck yes! Murder, and then a fuck? This is a good fucking day.” Havoc’s enthusiasm almost made me laugh into Renzo’s mouth. Of course, he was delighted. Those were two of his favorite things. I didn’t break the kiss, but with some of my current boldness, I lifted my hand and flipped him off.

Hot breath suddenly caressed my neck and Havoc was no longer off to the side, but pressed against my back.

His hands gripped my waist, and for a moment, there was a tug-of-war between him and Renzo, with my body as the rope, until Renzo let go of his grip on my ass, and Havoc pulled my hips back tight against his hard cock.

“Aw, the little fucktoy found herself some attitude, did she? Don’t worry.

We’ll fuck it right out of you. Can’t let you forget where you belong. ”

I was exactly where I belonged, right between them.

Renzo stepped back from the kiss but didn’t go far.

His free hand gripped my halo, tugging me forward and down, bending me at the waist. He wasn’t wasting any time.

I spread my feet slightly to keep my balance, and my hands came up to rest on his muscular thighs, squeezing them through the fabric as I glanced up at him.

“I am surprised, tesoro, that after all your training, we still have to teach you manners. That wasn’t very nice, what you did to Havoc.

How are you going to make it up to him, hmm?

” He didn’t look so serious anymore, a touch of the playful Renzo I had cherished on this honeymoon peeking out.

The same Renzo who would make me sit on his cock and remain still while we watched movies of my time with Milo.

The one who took great delight in my new dining chair.

“She knows I don’t want her apology. Why give me words when I can take her ass instead?” Havoc punctuated his question by slapping said ass, his hand rubbing the sting into my skin after pushing my shirt up around my waist.

I was becoming more and more grateful for the plug Renzo insisted Milo stretch me with each morning.

He hadn’t given me a break from it, even after I had taken the three of them this morning.

I knew Havoc could see it nestled between my cheeks, teasing him.

To emphasize it, I wiggled my ass for him, rubbing against the rough fabric of his tactical pants.

When he rewarded me with another spank, this time on the other cheek, I knew I was winning.

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, and it didn’t escape Renzo’s attention.

He tutted as he kept a tight hold of my halo, not letting me move an inch.

His other hand brought the gun up to my lips, pressing the warm tip to my skin.

My breath caught in my throat as a surge of fear spiked through me.

Rationally, I knew Renzo wouldn’t hurt me, but the steel against my lips had just ended a man’s life.

“Open up, tesoro. You wanted to prove something to us, then do it. If you open your mouth, I will let you open my trousers and get out what you really want to swallow.” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, daring me to disobey.

Determined to prove that I could take anything he wanted to do to me, I parted my lips.

The tip of the gun was heavy as he pressed it past my teeth and let it rest on my tongue.

The taste of gunpowder filled my mouth, but I kept my eyes fixed on him and closed my mouth around the gun. I would not fail.

His fingers dug into my halo, holding my head steady as he pushed the barrel of the gun a little deeper, then inched it in and out in a slow, steady rhythm that rocked my body back against Havoc.

All Renzo’s attention was focused on my face.

His eyes darken as he fucked my mouth with his gun, pushing it deeper until the trigger guard hit my lips.

I breathed a little easier when I realized his finger was nowhere near the trigger, though his hand was wrapped so tightly around the grip his knuckles had turned white.

Havoc wasn’t standing around doing nothing.

He had my shirt rucked up around my waist, teasing the plug back and forth a few times before pulling it loose and tucking it into his pocket.

I tried not to think about the sight he was seeing.

Milo had slipped the plug in after my shower, so at least I knew I was clean, but I still felt the lingering stretch of having taken Renzo this morning.

I wasn’t sure if it was the murder that had him so excited, but Havoc didn’t bother prepping me with his fingers.

He pressed his tip to my ass and took me in one drawn-out slide.

I wanted to close my eyes, but Renzo had me trapped in his gaze and I couldn’t break his stare.

I whimpered around the barrel of the gun as my fingers dug into Renzo’s thighs, trying to hold myself steady.

“Grab her halo, Havoc.” Renzo’s voice was rough.

It reminded me of when we first arrived here, of the first time he had seen me naked, and when he first claimed me as his.

Havoc did as he was told and, with my halo gripped tightly in his hand, he pulled my head back further, making it harder to balance.

With the gun still buried deep in my mouth, using his other hand Renzo undid his trousers and freed his length.

I was expecting him to pull the gun back, but he didn’t, instead pressing in beside the steel, pushing deep enough to make me gag.

It was odd, feeling the difference between the two textures.

I had little time to compare them before Havoc and Renzo started to move.

Havoc controlled the pace, keeping it slow and steady as he shifted me back and forth by my halo.

It pulled my neck back at an uncomfortable angle but made it easier for Renzo to push deeper into my mouth as he forced me to swallow around him.

The gun didn’t reach as far, something I was grateful for, as I didn’t think I could take both of them in my throat.

I didn’t know where Milo was while this was happening. Was he watching? Still packing? Why had he sent me out here? Was I to be a distraction after the death? None of these thoughts lingered in my mind for long, the sensations pushing them away as the men forced my focus back to them.

Cold steel brushed against my spine, and I made a sound of protest. Even with my mouth full, I struggled for a moment to straighten and see what Havoc had in his hand.

Renzo shook his head and cupped my face with his empty hand.

“Now, now, little tesoro. If you jerk about like that, you’re going to get cut.

Havoc is very good with a knife, but even he can’t help it if you flail.

” He made it sound like it was no big deal if a knife was pressed to my skin, but then again compared to a gun in my mouth, was it really?

I held my breath, my fingers digging into Renzo’s trousers tightly.

I was surprised he wasn’t bleeding. Renzo hadn’t stopped moving, the gun and his length thrusting in and out, letting his pleasure build slowly.

The knife ran up and down my spine, pressing hard enough it felt like a sharp scratch, but not hard enough to cut.

Havoc hadn’t stopped moving either, filling me over and over.

The knife didn’t stay on my spine. It moved across my skin, tracing patterns I couldn’t see.

He could have been scratching his name into my back for all I knew.

My focus was on the thin edge of the blade, on the way it felt, the line of fire that followed it, and threatened to consume me.

It combined with the burning in my lungs until the only thing I could do was scream.

My mouth was full, so the sound was muffled, but it felt like the earth had shattered, and my body went with it.

Any control Havoc may have shown with his slow, measured pace was gone.

The knife left my skin as I trembled through my orgasm.

It threatened to drive me so far under I wasn’t sure I would ever find my way to the surface.

His fingers dug into my hip and my halo.

I wasn’t sure if it could be dented, but I wouldn’t be surprised with how tightly he had gripped it.

Renzo pushed himself and the gun deeper into my mouth.

I tried to push back, but I had no hope of moving.

All I could do was try not to choke as he drove himself deeper and deeper into my throat.

The growl that came from him was otherworldly, both men losing themselves in my body, until we were all panting and leaning against each other, barely standing.

The gun eased from my mouth first. Then Renzo pulled back enough I could draw in deep, cool breaths of air, and a cough racked my ribs.

His fingers ran through my hair, soothing me as he helped me stand.

Havoc also moved, and I barely noticed the plug as he slid it back into place.

My head was spinning, and I had to hold on to Renzo.

After a few seconds, he swept me off my feet and carried me back toward the house.

I was going to need a nap.