Dominic (The Family Book 2) Page 4

  How the fuck could I forget that for even a second? Instead of the amusement of a moment before I now looked at her darkly, clinically. What made her tick? How was I going to get her in bed, never mind trust me with her secrets, if I couldn’t even get her off-guard enough to relax in my presence? Obviously being alone together wasn’t going to do it, at least not yet. I got up and went to the bathroom, taking my phone with me. Once the door was closed I began to text. Five minutes later my plan was complete. As I walked back out I almost smiled at the inconvenienced expression she was wearing. “Come on, I’m going to take you home,” I said, taking the book from her hand and dropping it on the table. A gloating look came over her face before she could hide it. Yeah, we’d see who was gloating in twenty minutes.

  She grabbed her shit and practically skipped to the door. We rode down the elevator in silence and I put her in the car. I got in the driver’s side and hit the gas. I had just made the first turn when she started.

  “Where the hell are you going? I live at the dorms in the opposite direction,” she declared, pointing that way. Ignoring her like she was been doing to me all night I just pressed down on the gas pedal and turned up the music. “Hey, asshole, my dorm is in the other direction. Are you hard of hearing?” she yelled.

  Christ. I reached over and turned down the music. “No, but you will be,” I growled, my ears still ringing.

  She completely ignored my threat. “Where the hell do you think you’re taking me?” she yelled again, even louder.

  Lord save me before I wring her neck. Does this bitch have no sense of self-preservation? “We’re going to make a stop, then I’m taking you home,” I said, hoping I had the patience not to kill her.

  Instead of this calming her down it just made her get louder. “Where? I don’t want to go anywhere. Let me out of the car now.”

  Was this bitch for real? Lucky for her we were there. I pulled into a spot and got out. I had just made it around the car as she was jumping out and preparing to run. I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the bar. Luckily this seemed to calm her down, because once she saw the people staring at her she stopped her shit and walked stiffly next to me. Going in I ignored everything, zeroing in on the table that held Chris, Marcus, and Maria. I all but threw the crazy bitch toward Maria, turned on my heels and went to the bar. I needed a drink. I ordered a round for the table and threw back the shot I had the bartender get me while I waited and tried to get my temper under control. What the fuck was this girl’s problem? I arranged this to make her more comfortable around me so she’d lower her guard. Hopefully after a few shots it would work, or else this was going to be a wasted night.

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  I could have wept in relief when I saw Maria. I thought I was dead. Sitting there with Maria, I let nothing of my thoughts show. I forced myself to smile and nodded my head, trying not to hyperventilate. How the hell was I going to keep doing this? I had to find someone else to tutor Dom. You would have thought that it would be easy, but everyone I asked all but ran in the other direction. I took the glass put in front of me and downed it in one swallow. What the hell was that? My throat was on fire. Not thinking, I reached out and grabbed another glass and drank it down. I was going to die. As I coughed I felt someone slam a hand on my back and push another glass into my hand. When I pushed back, not about to drink another thing, it was pressed to my lips and my choice was swallow or wear it. The relief was instantaneous, as cool water slid down my throat. Once I felt that I could breathe again, I glared at Dominic demanding hoarsely. “What the hell did you give me?”

  “Purple motherfuckers,” Dom answered, trying not to laugh.

  Holy cow I was seeing two of everything. I wasn’t a big drinker but the booze shouldn’t be hitting me this fast. I stood up and mumbled that I was going to the bathroom. When Maria stood up to come with me I told Maria that I didn’t need company. I could puke without an audience. So I wobbled alone to the bathroom, wondering how much booze was in those drinks. Going straight to the sinks I turned on the water and let it run over my wrists while I bowed my head, trying to keep the contents of my stomach. Breathing slowly and deeply I stayed there until I heard the sound of the door opening.

  I raised my head and looked over my shoulder to see who it was, but I saw nothing but my own face. I stared at it hard and saw absolute hate staring back at me. I pushed back the hair that had fallen into my face, mesmerized by my reflection. I watched my eyes roll up. I couldn’t fight the dizziness any longer and everything went black.

  Chapter 9

  I sat in the bed as last night’s events moved through my head. What the hell had happened? The only thing that I could think of was that the booze had lowered Tori’s guard so much that the real Caterina Genovese had made an appearance. I was at the bar trying to gain control when the waitress brought the drinks to the table. The sound of Tori’s choking was loud, even over the music. Quickly I got the bartender to give me a glass of water and rushed back to force her to drink it. Trying not to laugh at her predicament, figuring that she wasn’t a drinker, the guys and I waited until she wobbled to the bathroom. Maria was pissed, all but yelling at us that we got her friend sick. How was I supposed to know the girl couldn’t hold her booze? Which turned out to be total bullshit, anyway. It must have been an act, because when she came back to the table she began pounding shots.

  Within twenty minutes of Tori’s return Maria asked the boys to take her home and I couldn’t blame her. If the bitch hadn’t been a job for the family I would have beat the shit out of her for the snide-ass comments she was throwing at Maria. With Maria and the boys gone, Tori decided she wanted to dance and dance she did, like a pro. The only thing she needed was a pole. Not willing to get into a fight over this bitch I paid the bill and marched her to the car, just wanting to drop her ass off and figure out what to do about her tomorrow. When I opened the door to put her into the passenger side I was blindsided by her hand cupping my dick through my pants and her lips locking onto mine. I was not in the mood for gentleness. I grabbed her shoulders hard and pushed her back, not wanting to be a live porn show out in the parking lot.

  Instead of embarrassment or anger at my treatment, I saw raging lust fill her face. She slid back up to me and grabbed my cock again, squeezing it hard as she rubbed her body into mine. Grabbing her hair hard, I let her see the rage that I had been burying deep since the night I found out that the bitch had been gunning for my family. She showed not one flicker of fear. Instead I could feel her dampness gush against my pant leg where she was humping me like a bitch in heat. Smiling hard, I pushed her into the car. If she wanted to be treated like a whore then that’s what she’d get. Ignoring the curious gazes I got into the driver’s seat. The little whore had her fingers down her pants, getting herself off. I moved quickly and gripped her throat, squeezing until she pulled her hand out of her pants. With my free hand I pulled my cock out and let go of her throat long enough to get a punishing grip on her hair, and pushed her head down, forcing her to take every inch of me. I kept her right where she was and turned on the car. If she wanted to play then it would be by my rules. Fuck, this bitch was a pro. I hadn’t let up an inch, and she took it without complaint, moaning in want around my cock, making it hum. “You like it rough so I’ll give it to you rough, but you’ll understand right now who’s in charge. You don’t get off until I tell you to. You don’t touch me or yourself without my permission. Do you understand?”

  I pulled her head up until her lips touched the tip of my cock before shoving her back down to the base. Taking her moan as agreement, I kept her there on my cock as I drove us back to my place.

  I parked the car, came in her mouth and pushed her off my dick. I walked to the doors of my building not looking back. I didn’t have to. I knew she was following. Girls like her were so predictable. The worse you treated them the more they wanted you. How much had it taken for her to hide what she truly was? This bitch was more devious than I thought.

  Once we were in
the apartment I ignored her. In the kitchen I grabbed a bottle and two glasses and walked to my bedroom. The quietness of the place told me that the boys weren’t back yet, which was good. I had a feeling that she was going to be loud, not that I gave a fuck what they heard.

  I sat on the bed and put the bottle and glasses on the nightstand. After toeing off my shoes, I poured myself a glass, and positioned myself against the headboard. With a bored expression I looked her over as she stood at the foot of the bed. A greedy, calculating want filled her expression as she looked over my body. Christ, that look almost made my dick shrivel. I closed my eyes and thought of her from earlier in the night. The way she tried to bore me to death so I’d get rid of her. The way her lips had wrapped around her pen and I couldn’t help but imagine it was my dick. I kept my eyes closed. “Strip and come”, I commanded her, as those images from earlier danced behind my lids. It didn’t take long before I felt her body slide up against mine. I opened my eyes and went to work.

  Gripping her throat, I rolled us over and pinned her to the mattress, pushing her deep into it with my body, sparing her none of my weight. Angrily I took her mouth in a bruising kiss meant to punish, but all it did was excite her. It was a battle, and she tried to fight for dominance, ripping my shirt from my body then trying to rip my skin from my back as her nails scoured my skin, drawing blood. Ripping free of her mouth, I reared back, giving her an opening to sink her teeth deep into my chest. With a curse on my lips I pulled her back by her hair and looked down at her lips to see my blood coating them. I slapped the back of my hand across her face, flipped her over and put her on all fours. I couldn’t stomach looking at her while I fucked her. Holding her down by the neck with one hand I used my free one to grab a condom off my dresser and put it on. There was no way I was sticking my dick in her pussy without my shit wrapped. My sperm would never have a chance to root in this parasitic womb.

  I ordered her to put her hips up higher and dove right in, not giving a shit if she was ready or not. She was slick as she could be as I slammed into her. She bounced her hips back at me and kept yelling “harder” no matter how hard I slammed into her. Obviously nothing but pain would make this bitch happy. Pulling my dick free of her I told her to stay as I pulled the belt free from my pants. With the belt tightly gripped in my hand I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled her face out of my bed and over her shoulder so I could watch her as I whipped her ass.

  Absolute ecstasy filled her face and her moans grew longer and louder begging for more. Christ, I could see the angry red welts covering her ass and she wanted more. I pushed her face back into the mattress, got behind her and shoved my dick up her ass dry. No lube needed with this bitch. As if that’s what she had been waiting for she moaned in pleasure as I fucked her mercilessly. She finally came in a huge scream and fell to the bed in a boneless heap of satisfaction.

  Pulling my cock free I was relieved that it had stayed hard enough to fuck her to completion because the thought of coming inside of her had it shriveling. I was by no means a prude and had done things that may still be questionable in some states during sex but this bitch had problems. Pushing her away from me because the thought of touching her made me sick. I got out of bed and went straight to the shower. I needed to clean her stink off of me. Fuck, I didn’t know if I could stomach even seeing her again, never mind fucking her. I thought as I scrubbed my dick as if he had been exposed to toxic waste. Not even remotely satisfied that he was clean but unable to stay in the shower any longer I got out and wrapped a towel around my hips. Steeling myself, I walked back into my room to find this psycho on my bed with her legs spread wide, most of the fingers of her right hand shoved up her pussy, her thumb strumming her clit and her left hand holding a tit so she could suck it into her mouth. With any other woman this might have been sexy. With her it made my dick think it was a turtle trying to pull back in and hide in its shell. If I didn’t get her to leave I’d have to fuck her again. The bigger picture, of course, was that I needed this bitch to want me enough to tell me all her secrets.

  “I thought I told you not to touch yourself,” I purred hiding my relief that I had a reason to throw her ass out.

  “You disappeared for so long I had to entertain myself,” she pouted.

  “Don’t care. Get up, get dressed, and get out.”

  She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and proceeded to lick them clean before climbing off the bed. “Baby, you can’t be done already. A big boy like you. Now I bet if you can’t keep up with me your two little friends could help you out.” She laughed and reached out to grab my junk.

  Narrowing my eyes at her words I grabbed the arm coming toward me and twisted it. Was this bitch serious? Pulling her behind me I threw her naked ass into the living room. Pointing to Chris and Marcus, who were appraising her from there seat on the couch. “You want a fuck fest, go ahead. Enjoy.” I said before sitting down on a chair expecting her to get up run back to my room.

  I swear the bitch licked her lips and it wasn’t the last thing she licked before the night was finally over. Much like me the boys couldn’t throw her out of the apartment quick enough. Even when every hole was filled no mattered how tight or hard it was, she was never satisfied. It was close to dawn before she put her clothes back on, waved her fingers at us and walked out the door, telling us she’d see us later.

  In disgust we all headed off to shower and then bed. I had stripped my bedding and threw it all out. I didn’t want anything to touch my skin that she had touched. Which reminded me, I would have to throw out the couch. I lay there on my bare bed, glad that it was Saturday. I didn’t want to have to spend the day following that bitch around while she pretended to be a human being to ensnare Maria’s trust. As I looked around for a pair of pants I noticed the closet door. It was slightly ajar. I opened it and knew immediately I had been played. The fucking bitch had played me. While I was in the shower she was getting what she came for. She knew the truth now. She knew that we knew who she was. Smiling grimly I walked to the bathroom. I guess I was going have to see that bitch today after all.

  Chapter 10

  My head was killing me. The sun had long set before I was able to drag myself from bed. The last thing I remembered was walking into the bar with Dominic. Everything after that was blank. I mean bits and pieces seemed to be there, but nothing that made sense. I left my dorm and headed for my car. I had things to do. When I reached the car I stopped and looked around, as a feeling of being watched washed over me. Seeing nothing, I got in and drove toward my destination, an apartment that I kept off campus. It was a place where I kept the shit I didn’t want found. As I parked my car in the building’s lot I couldn’t help but look around again as I reached my door. Something just felt off. Figuring that I was being paranoid, I went in. I should have trusted my gut.

  After flicking on the lights to my apartment I stood there, stunned. The once white pristine walls were now painted in blood. A naked, tortured body of a broken woman hung from the ceiling. She had been strung up with ropes tied to a bolt that had been placed there just for her. Her last moments of horror were etched on her once beautiful face. Staring at the poor girl’s face I remembered how it had looked just a week before, smiling and happy as she told me about how she planned to take her little girl away to Disneyland next month for her birthday. Yeah, I knew Neecey. I knew her because she had been one of Enzo’s victims. A victim that had made a new life for herself and her daughter. I looked around the room. I saw a bright yellow sign attached to the TV that said, “Play me.”

  Mechanically I stepped forward and pressed the play button on the DVD player. I wasn’t surprised by the face that filled the screen. My mind flashed back to the beginning of my nightmare.

  They thought that they had won. They couldn’t be more wrong. Caterina, my bitch of a sister, and my bastard of a brother Enzo, could try to avoid me all they wanted but it wouldn’t make a difference. I would find them. I would always find them. As if I would let what they did to
me go unanswered. I had been set up. Made the fool of. How had that happened? How hadn’t I seen what a psychopath my sister was? I knew that Enzo was insane but my sister, my twin—how had I missed it? Everything had been a setup, and I had fallen for it all. I had fallen for my panicked twin baby sister’s fright as she stood in front of me with the bloody knife, telling me how our stepfather had raped her while our mother watched. How our parents had given her to their underboss and how he had raped her. I fell for her tears as she cried in my arms over the bodies of her victims. The shock at the death of those I loved was replaced with a need to protect my sister as I stared at her bruised and welt-covered body. Looking anywhere but at the guesthouse that held their bodies I came up with a plan. I went to the boathouse, gathered the cans of gasoline and did what I had to do. The fire burned hot and bright when I finally went into the main house. Sickened at what I had done I looked at my freshly showered sister in confusion as she sat on the couch, watching TV and munching on popcorn. I figured she was in shock, especially when she didn’t even move when the sirens could be heard racing to save what was long past saving. Yeah, I had fallen for it. I had fallen for it all. Still trying to protect Caterina, I readily admitted to everything weeks later when the knife and bloody clothes were found. It wasn’t until the police said where they found the items that I realized that I had played the protective older sister to a T, admitting to a crime I hadn’t committed to save her.