Amplify (35 page)

Maybe a little. But she's hurt too many people, killed too many people, forced us to kill too many to get away with this. She nearly destroyed my relationship with Cage... she nearly destroyed me.

I don't have the stomach to pull out another nail, but that one had to go. I still hear that tap, tap, tapping and it pisses me off.

"Tap, tap, tap that fucking fingernail now, bitch."

I reach for the knife.

"Careful," Damian warns. "It's sharp."

I flip it in the air and catch it by the handle, then toss it back and forth from hand to hand before flipping and catching it again.

"Showoff," Damian mutters with a chuckle.

"So tell me, Carina..." I trail off, walking back over to her, "what did you hope to gain by fucking over
la Famiglia
?"

"I didn't—"

I sigh and stab the knife into her thigh.

"First rule... don't bullshit me."

I pull the knife out and she screams. "Let's try this again."

I wipe the blade off on Carina's sleeve.

"What did you hope to gain?"

"I don't—"

I sigh again and look over to Damian.

I look at Carina. "So fucking stupid." I stab the knife into the same thigh.

"Something you should know about me—and I can tell you this because you won't live long enough to tell anyone else—my grandpa, you know, your boss, Giovanni Russo, the man you tried to fuck over—unsuccessfully I might add... well, he and my Uncle Ernesto taught me to fight, dirty and clean. They taught me to kill. They taught me to maim. They taught me how to torture and they taught me how to tell when someone's lying... like you are right now."

"You might want to try the truth," Damian warns.

"But I—"

"Either way, you're dead," I tell her, straight up. "Wouldn't you rather go out quickly, with less pain?"

I watch her think about it and sigh again. Such a dumb bitch.

I pull the knife out of her thigh and immediately reseat it.

"Fuck!" Carina screams.

I pull the knife out and wipe it clean on Carina's sleeve again. I look to Damian.

"I didn't feel a thing. Did you?"

He lifts his brows. "Not a fucking thing."

"What do you think, honey? Same leg or the other one?" I ask.

Cage continues to look on from where he's sitting in the shadows.

"Same one. Why ruin the good one before this one is sliced to bits?" he says flatly.

"Good point."

"By the way..."

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you when we get out of here."

I let out a laugh. "Let me at least shower first."

"In the shower. Out of the shower. On the floor. On the table. But I think we'll avoid the kitchen where the knives are. Just in case."

"You realize you said that all in front of my grandfather, right?"

Grandpa flits a hand. "Carry on."

"One last time before I get another tool. What did you hope to gain by fucking over
la Famiglia
?"

"Power."

I snort. "You're an idiot. And I know that's not all. Keep going."

"Money."

"You aren't getting paid enough? How much do you pay this whore?" I ask.

Grandpa rambles off a number and I look at her incredulously. "And that's not enough for you?" I tilt my head, considering, then I nod. "I can see it, can’t you Damian?"

"See what?" he asks with a smirk.

"Why she needs so much money."

"Why’s that?" Uncle Ernesto asks.

I wave the knife in the air. "Think about it. For as many men as she’s fucked, who knows how many vaginoplasties she’s had to have to tighten her shit back up. Otherwise men would be falling into that black hole of a pussy she’s got and disappearing forever," I deadpan. Both Damian and Uncle Ernesto laugh.

"Seriously though," I say, then stab the knife into her leg again, "did you really think working with the Manzini’s would get you more money?"

"They pay exceptionally well. You’re on the wrong side of things. You could be making a killing," she tells me, groaning when I pull the knife back out.

"You disgust me. I would never want to profit from selling drugs to children and kidnapping and human trafficking. Think of those women who are being sold to those sick fucking men who use and abuse them, breaking them until they either kill themselves or pray for death. How can you stand to profit off of that filth?" I ask, not bothering to hide my repulsion.

She laughs bitterly. "You’re such a naïve idiot. Do you really think the Russos don’t do the same thing?"

I get up in her face and press the blade to her cheek. "I’m positive. You’ve played me for the last time you stupid whore. You can spew that garbage all you want but the Russos would never stoop to that level."

"Think what you want little girl," she snaps.

I run the blade up her cheek, slowly, ever so slowly, and she screams as her flesh separates and blood flows from the wound. "Bad mouth my family some more. Keep going."

"You’re crazy."

I tilt my head to the side. "Think so?"

"You’re fucking nuts."

I nod. "Probably a little bit, but that’s what happens when you find your family murdered because of cowards like you."

"I’d have loved to have pulled the trigger," she bites out.

I laugh. "You’re too much of a pussy. You had the chance to kill me but you couldn’t do it. You played slice-through-the-air with your little pocketknife.
Pathetic.
"

Her eyes widen. "How do you—" Her eyes slide over to the shadows and I smirk.

"This," I say as I stab her other thigh, "is what you do with a knife."

"Just kill me," she cries. "You got all the information you need." I pull out the blade.

"Yep, I did. But you held a knife to my sister’s belly where my unborn nieces and nephews are growing, innocent and unknowing." She gasps. "Did you honestly think I’d forget that? I see that knife against my sister’s belly every time I close my eyes. Why do you think I took out this hand first?" I ask and plunge the knife into her shattered hand, leaving it there. She screams, no longer able to hold back. I imagine the agony filling her. Her toes, her thigh, her hand, her fingernail, her shoulder, her face... enough.

"Babe?" I call out to Cage.

"Done?" he asks and I nod.

He steps up as I pull my gun from my waistband, fingering the safety off.

"Grandpa, is there anything else you need?" I ask.

"No," he answers.

"You?" I ask Emilio and I just get one tap signaling a no.

Cage steps up to me. I train my gun on Carina, then turn back to my husband. He leans in and kisses me softly, passion growing quickly, and before I get carried away, I slide my eyes over to Carina who’s watching, completely defeated. My job is done. I pull the trigger, one bullet right between the eyes, and then I finish kissing my husband.

He leans in and whispers, "That was fucking hot."

"Fuck yeah it was," Damian says. "Badass Serafina. Seriously badass."

"This isn’t something I’ll be making a habit of, but I have to be honest when I say I’m glad she’s no longer breathing the same air as us. She created a shitstorm of trouble. I’m just glad it’s handled," I say, wrapping an arm around Cage’s waist while putting the safety back on my gun.

"One day we need to have a shooting contest," Damian says. "You were barely looking and you hit her between the fucking eyes."

"My granddaughter is a damn good shot."

I smirk.

"I learned from the best and trained with the best," I say, eyeing Emilio as he steps out of the shadows. I lift my gun and aim it at him.

He doesn’t even stop. He just smirks. "You just put your safety on. You’re not going to shoot."

"No, I’m not. Only because you didn’t let them kill Lucy. But I am going to do this," I say quickly and punch him square in the face with everything I’ve got.

"Fuck!" he calls out.

I’d love to whimper with the pain searing through my hand, but I bite it back, not giving him the satisfaction. I do, however, hold it up and close to my chest.

"Ah. I feel better now."

"I bet," Emilio scoffs, rubbing his face.

"That’s going to turn black and blue," I tell him with a smile.

"And then some. Shit, Sera," Emilio says.

"Did you really think you wouldn’t get retaliation from me?"

"Well, yeah. Giovanni—"

"Ah. There’s where you made your first mistake. Remember, I’m not part of the business. This was a one-time thing so any deals he made with you as far as
la Famiglia
are concerned mean nothing to me. I know you had to do it, I even understand it, and want to thank you for stepping up like you did, you still hurt her bad enough she was unconscious—while she was pregnant," I tell him, giving him the evils.

"I knew she’d be fine. Out of it and sore for a bit, but fine. And I didn’t know about the babies. No one did," Emilio tells me.

"Did?" I ask, dread filling me.

He nods. "They know. That bitch told them."

"Damn it."

"Fee," Cage murmurs. "She’s covered. I promise you."

I meet his gaze and nod. "That means they know about you too," I say to Cage.

He nods. "I think they have for a while now."

"That’s not good. Not good at all." The fear of losing him paralyzes me and he sees it.

Cage kisses my forehead. "I’ll be okay."

"You say that now..." I trail off.

"Trust me, Fee?" he asks.

I nod.

Then he gives me that smoldering look, the one that makes my knees weak and gets me wet.

"Sorry to kill and run, but I need to get back to my honeymoon. Gampy, I’m stealing your partner."

He laughs and pats my cheek. "I expect nothing less from you."

I smirk, not looking back as we exit the building and head to the bungalow.

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ext To Me by Emeli Sande

Now and Forever by Richard Marx

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W
E BARELY MAKE IT TO THE CAR
waiting for us before Cage has me pressed up against it, his mouth hot and hard on mine. I feel his arousal against my belly and rub against him. My hands roaming aimlessly over his shoulders and chest.

Someone clears their throat and I know I should be embarrassed but I really,
really
want to fuck my husband right now. Our driver gives us a grin and I laugh.

He opens the door. "I’ll drive around until you say otherwise."

Cage nods and we slide into the back of the limo, the privacy screen already in place. Thank God. I straddle Cage’s lap and devour his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time. He undoes my capris and slips his hand down to my wet center, then slides two fingers into me.

"Fuck, Fee," he murmurs, "I love that you’re always ready for me."

I moan when his fingers pump faster into me and I start matching their rhythm. Cage wraps my ponytail around his hand and tugs gently, my head falling back. He kisses up my cleavage and neck, licking, nipping, sucking.

"You’re close," he tells me, when my pussy begins to spasm and the first tiny waves of pleasure begin to form.

"Yes," I whisper, and when he bites me, I come. I cry out and continue coming as he sucks hard on my collarbone, pumping his fingers harder into me before easing off.

"Holy smokes."

He doesn’t chuckle, just watches me with those dark, dark eyes, filled with lust and passionate promises I know he’ll deliver. I unbuckle his belt, then undo his pants before shoving my hand in and circling his hot, hard flesh. I rub my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum over the head.

"I need you to fuck me," I tell him.

He nods. "Good. Because I plan on fucking you hard and fast until we’re both coming even harder."

I slide to the side on the seat and slip off my sandals. I quickly shimmy out of my capris and panties, not wasting any time. Cage pulls his pants down around his ankles and I climb back onto his lap. He positions his cock at my entrance, and I slam down hard onto his cock.

"Fuck," Cage curses. He grips my hips and stills me. "I need a minute or I’m going to come."

I tilt my head. "So?"

"I don’t want to come yet," he says.

"Why not? You can come twice."

His gaze meets mine and his eyes darken to nearly black in color. "Fee," he murmurs, "make me come."

"With pleasure," I tell him and then I lift and lower in a fast and furious pace, clenching my walls tighter, hugging his cock so hard with my pussy he has no choice but to groan in pleasure. I don’t get to be in control very often, so while I am, I’m going to fuck him until his legs shake.

I slam down, holding his cock deep inside me, clenching and unclenching my pussy, then moving forward and back on his cock, keeping him deep inside me. He groans again and his hands tighten on my hips.

"Fast, baby. Fast," he tells me, lifting and lowering me to where the tip of his now swollen cock is barely inside of me, then slamming me down hard to where I feel him touch the heart of me. Shit. If he keeps doing that,
I’m
going to come and this was supposed to be about him.

"Fee, I can feel you getting wetter. You’re going to come with me," he tells me, his hips lifting while slamming mine down to meet in the middle.