“Capo!” Peppone called but Luca ignored him as the two bouncers grabbed Peppone and a still unconscious Drooping-Eye and dragged them inside the Sphere.
Marcella took my hand and began to pull me inside as well. “I want to hear what they say.”
Peppone didn’t look as arrogant when he stood in the center of the cell. Luca circled him like a lion regarding its prey.
“Sit,” he ordered.
Peppone sank down on the creaking wooden chair without hesitation. Drooping-Eye groaned briefly but didn’t move apart from that.
Luca glowered down at his surviving men. “You tried to kill Maddox?”
Peppone pressed his palms together as if he was about to pray, not to a God but Luca. I leaned against the doorway, curious to see where Luca would be going with this.
“We did it for the Famiglia, Capo. He’s the enemy, having him in our rows is a risk. He’ll eventually betray us. They don’t have a loyal bone in their bodies. He’s not like us and he won’t ever be.”
His words were feverish in their conviction. I gritted my teeth, wanting to defend myself but holding back because this was Luca’s interrogation. The words Peppone said were the exact words Luca had voiced in the beginning and probably still thought.
I was sick of it. Marcella linked our hands discretely behind our backs. She still mostly avoided physical contact when her father was around.
Peppone didn’t even try to deny anything. He admitted to everything without Luca having to resort to the barest hint of torture—what a shame. I really would have loved to see Peppone suffer.
“Don’t you see that he’s our downfall? We have to get rid of him before he dishonors the Famiglia as well.”
“I hope you’re not hinting to me being dishonored, because I don’t feel the slightest bit less honorable,” Marcella said in an icy tone that did her Vitiello genes proud.
Peppone only briefly glanced her way before he faced Luca again. “Capo, we did it for you and the Famiglia.”
“My word is law. You went against a direct order from me and attacked one of ours. Maddox isn’t the enemy and I won’t allow him to be treated like one.”
I almost choked at his words. Hearing them from Luca’s lips I briefly doubted my sanity.
Luca turned to his brother. “Call the soldiers in for a meeting in the Yonkers power plant.”
Matteo nodded and went off with a twisted smile that still sent a cold shiver down my spine no matter how often I saw it. He was a crazy fucker.
Peppone shook his head frantically. “You’ll lose the support of the majority of your men if you do this!”
Luca didn’t look impressed. “The majority of my men trust my judgment, Peppone, and those who don’t will be reminded of the consequences.”
I had no clue what all of this meant.
“What’s this supposed to mean? Why a meeting in a power plant?” I asked Marcella when we walked out.
“That was where the last bloodbath in the history of the Famiglia happened. Most people are calling it Gateway to Hell because of it, and because it’s rumored to be the place where Dad likes to make his bloody statements.”
“Bloody statement, huh?”
“Yeah, he ripped the tongue of somebody out who dared to insult Mom. Tonight, he’ll publicly punish your attackers.”
Marcella gave me a small, tense smile. “Dad will make sure that this won’t happen again.” I took her hand and kissed her palm then bent down to whisper. “Maybe you know of a way to make me forget the shock and pain until then?”
Marcella rolled her eyes, but I didn’t miss the flicker of excitement in them. “Maybe.”
To my utter surprise, Luca allowed Marcella to accompany me to my apartment so I could change clothes and treat my wounds before the meeting in the Yonkers Powerplant. Luca needed to set everything up in the meantime, but he sent Matteo to take us there and probably make sure that we didn’t get up to anything naughty.
Matteo pulled into the underground garage and got out of the car.
“Come on, Matteo, you don’t have to follow us upstairs. Maddox isn’t a danger for me.”
“Oh I know. Your dad probably worries more about his wandering hands.”
Marcella blushed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Not from the way he looks at you,” Matteo said simply.
“It’s our private matter,” Marcella said.
Matteo looked me in the eye. If he wanted me to swear that I didn’t touch Marcella he could go fuck himself. The second I was alone with Snow White, I’d touch and kiss and lick every inch of her body.
Matteo smiled wryly. “Your dad would disagree, but I have better things to do than to play babysitter. You are old enough.”
“Thank you,” Marcella said.
“But you only got thirty minutes, so hurry.”
Marcella and I stepped into the elevator, not needing to be told twice.
I half dragged her into the apartment, eager to be alone with me. Marcella glanced around curiously. “It’s nice.”
“It’ll be better once you move in,” I said but then I kissed her, my lips moving over hers.
Marcella pulled away. “We need to clean your wounds first.”
“We only have thirty minutes. I won’t waste them on treating my wounds.”
Marcella gave me a scolding look that had me hurry into the bathroom and take the fastest and one of the most painful showers of my life.
I didn’t bother getting dressed, instead I emerged from the bathroom completely naked and still damp.
Marcella’s eyes traveled along my body, drinking in the parts she loved, like my sixpack, my thighs, and my cock, before she assessed my wounds.
One or two of them would need a couple of stitches, but I could do that later tonight. I sank down on my sofa and spread my arms on the backrest. “I’m ready for my treatment, Nurse.”
Marcella shook her head with played disapproval and huffed when my cock slowly began to fill with blood. She stunned me when she sank down on her knees before me and licked a wayward drop of water off my sixpack. My cock stood to full attention at her proximity.
Her hot breath fanned over my tip and then she took me into her mouth. “Fuck, yes.” I tangled my hand in her hair as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her heat and her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock almost made me explode.
My eyelids drooped but I didn’t close them completely, not wanting to deprive me of the sight of Marcella on her knees. When I’d first seen her, I’d entertained many fantasies like that, but in all of them, I’d felt triumphant, as if I’d brought a Vitiello to her knees, as if I’d gotten part of my revenge by doing so. But right this moment, I was the one on my knees because this woman before me, she ruled over my heart with an unshakable grip. Nothing mattered except her.
Marcella sunk her nails into my thighs, making me groan in pleasure. She took me even deeper but gagged when I hit the back of her throat. “Come on, Snow White, you can do this,” I teased in a raspy voice.