The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 16

*Luciano*

I paced the room, the realization hitting me with the force of a wrecking ball. The ache in my chest turned to steel, hardening with every second the thought spent in my head.

It didn’t surprise me in the least, but it was a hard pill to swallow.

My jaw clenched, a frustrated growl caught in my throat as I tried to wrestle with the truth. I’d been unprepared, and it had knocked me off my feet.

This was all her fault. This was all happening because Masha had disobeyed me, again.

No matter how many times I told her, warned her, she still went off alone, ignoring every damn thing I’d ever said.

The thought of her wandering around, vulnerable, lit a fire inside me, one that I couldn’t control. Yes, this was all her fault. She made me lose control.

She thought she could handle herself, but she was mine to protect, even from her own damn stubbornness.

So, when Matt told me she was missing, I saw red. The Sicilian bastard in the basement didn’t know what hit him.

My fists had found their way to his face, again and again, until my knuckles were bloody, and his screams were nothing but hoarse whispers.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed Masha here, safe, where I could see her.

When they finally found her in that godforsaken park, I made sure they kept their distance. I wanted her to think she’d gotten away without anyone noticing, to make her believe it was pure luck.

I’d thought about how to handle her, how to make her understand once and for all that disobedience had a price. And when I did finally have her, nothing went according to plan.

Masha had almost driven me mad. She’d played me right into her hands. One touch, and I’d forgotten the punishments I’d lined up in mind.

One kiss, and I hadn’t been able to stop.

Even now that it was all over, I still felt an intense need for her, for that stubborn mouth of hers that had spewed defiant words

at me.

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I wanted to see her on her knees, feed her my dick and see how those stubborn lips of hers would have anything to say.

I wanted to claim her, to feel her surrender. But that wasn’t enough. She left me feeling raw, on edge, like a man starving, even after a large feast.

I craved Masha. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced or felt in my life. It was something I didn’t understand.

Fuck! What was going on with me? I’d used her, and for what? To prove a point?

Still, we had unfinished business, and I’d have to face her at some point. It would be in everyone’s best interest if we had a conversation about this.

Yes, that was the obvious solution. We needed to talk about things whether she liked it or not.

A sharp knock broke into my thoughts, and Antonio, my second in command, stepped in, his eyes wary. He didn’t say anything, just waited, his hands folded in front of him, knowing that my temper hadn’t cooled.

I took a steadying breath, tried to scrape together a piece of calm.

“What is it, Antonio?”

Antonio’s eyes swept over the chaos that had befallen my study following the ‘encounter‘ with Masha.

Following his eyes, I turned to assess the damage. The chair was overturned, papers scattered across the floor, shattered pieces of glass, and a distinct puddle of brown liquid.

Antonio’s gaze lingered a second too long, the question flashing in his eyes before he finally asked, “Did you…sleep with her?” “Don’t even go there, Antonio,” I growled in warning. I was in no mood for this. “I didn’t touch her.

His brow lifted, just barely. I knew he didn’t believe me, he wasn’t stupid.

But he didn’t challenge me outright.“I see the way you look at her, boss.‘

I glared, and he backed up slightly. I was one second away from strangling him in anger, “Watch your mouth, Antonio,” I’bit out, my voice sharp and intense. “If you want to keep breathing, you’ll stop talking right now.

He raised his hands, palms open in surrender. “Understood, boss. But maybe you should take it easy. Take a break and clear your head after the meeting,” he suggested, cautious but not looking away.

He was one of the few who’d speak to me like that, like he wasn’t terrified of the line he was stepping on. “A man needs his sleep, even you. Wouldn’t want you running yourself into the

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ground.”

“Sleep? Sleep’s for the dead,” I muttered, dismissing him with a flick of my wrist. There was no room in this life for weakness or rest.

Not now, not when I had Masha to worry about.

And at the thought of that, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Matt. He picked up on the first ring.

“Next time she steps out, you stay on her,” I ordered, getting right to business. “If she’s out of your sight for even a second, you’ll be the one paying for it. Understand?”

“Yes, boss,” he stammered, sensing the bite in my words.

Good. Because no one else was making the same mistake twice. I should have chewed their heads off for letting Masha out of their sight that day.

“How’s she doing?” I asked, my voice stiff. I needed to know how she was doing. If she was hurting, or just as confused as I

was.

“She’s home. Seems alright… bit quiet, but she’s fine.”

I exhaled slowly, letting some of the tension slip away. “Good,” I said, ending the call without another word. I didn’t need to give Matt any more of my thoughts. She was safe, that was enough. I turned to Antonio, ignoring the look in his eyes. “Let’s go finish up with our Sicilian friend.” He gave a quick nod, following close as we headed down to the room where we kept our more…special guests.

Nokes was already there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he stood beside the Sicilian bastard strapped to the chair. The guy was a mess, bruised, bloodied, but still breathing… for

now.

I pulled out my phone again, taking a few shots of his broken face. Then I leaned in, forcing his face into a smile by spreading his lips with my hands.

“Say cheese,” I sneered, snapping another picture.

He glared at me, his eyes burning with hate, which only made me smile.

Satisfied with the shots, I straightened up. I flicked through the images before attaching them to a message for Dominic Hill. I knew it’d get his attention. The Sicilian boss couldn’t ignore the damage done to one of his own. And he’d know, just by the look in this bastard’s eyes, that I wasn’t playing around. When I was done, I pocketed my phone, turning to Nokes and Antonio. “Let’s see how long it takes for Hill to respond. Meanwhile…” I cracked my knuckles, letting the Sicilian see what’s coming next.

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“Let’s see how much more he’s willing to tell us.”

There was a soft thud at my feet, and I looked down to see saliva mixed with blood just inches away from my boot.

“Il capo si mangerà il tuo cazzo a cena bastardo!!!! (The boss will eat your dick for dinner you bastard!!)” he yelled, vibrating in the chair.

The three of us shared a look and burst out laughing. I took a step closer, leaning down till we were on the same level. “Save that energy for when I begin the real torture.

I stretched back to my full height, giving our Sicilian guest a hard look. I watched his face for any crack, any weakness I could use to my advantage.

So far, he’d resisted everything we threw at him. I was surprised he didn’t break and beg for mercy when Antonio pried off his fingernails, or when Nokes pulled out his teeth. I had to admit, the Sicilians had a stronger sense of loyalty than I’d expected. But loyalty could only carry a man so far.

Besides, there wasn’t a man on this planet I couldn’t break. I took another step closer, voice low. “You ready to talk now?” He spat again, and this time, his saliva flew across the room, landing inches away from my cheek.

Before I could think about it, I lifted my knees, knocking him back with the heel of my boot. “Nokes,” I yelled. He was already standing at attention, waiting for my ordér. “Hang this bastard up.

Without a word, Nokes and Antonio moved, making quick work of his bondages, and dragged him over to the rope we’d prepared earlier.

They slipped the lasso over his neck, securing it tight, and slid a box beneath his feet. He swayed there, eyes flickering with fear he was trying to hide.

Good.

I crossed to the table and picked up a knife, turning it around in my hands as I approached him slowly. The blade caught his eyes, and I could see him squirming.

“Last chance.” I murmured, running the edge of the knife along my finger. “Or we can take this as far as you want.