Marry the Don

Chapter 40

He wrapped his hand around my neck and pushed me until my back pressed flat against the wall. His nostrils flared and his chest rose and fell quickly as he silently stared down at me.

But I wasn’t afraid. My life was already in his hands before he physically wrapped his hand around my neck in domination.

“ Should I start calling you Daddy?” I asked defiantly, “I feel like I’m right back inside of the Rosetti familial residence.”

His hand tightened around my throat until I could feel the blood beginning to pool in my face as he restricted its flow. “I never wanted your anger, Little One.”

“No, we both know you just wanted my body.” I hissed, “Would you prefer me to just lay on my back in the center of your bed and remain silent and still while you fuck me? Or perhaps bent over so you don’t have to see the disgust I feel for you in my eyes while you rut into me. Would that be easier for you? It must be such hard work being a rapist.”

“Fuck you.” He growled, shaking me slightly and bouncing my skull off the wall. It didn’t hurt, and I knew he was restraining his true anger. “You’re just like your father, yet you spit your accusations at me.” He leaned down until his face was right in front of mine so I could feel the heat of his breath on my face. “That Rosetti blood is just as toxic as I knew it was. Even if I was a sweet and doting husband, your shrewdness and manipulative streak would still cut me.”

“Get off of me.” I shoved at him, trying to dislodge him as his hand tightened even more around my neck. He restricted not only the blood to my brain, but now my breath. “Do it.” I whispered, “End it all. Prove you’re the big man here.”

“I don’t have to kill you to prove I’m the bigger monster here, Ari.” He hissed, against my lips, “But I will kill your darling brother for the fun of it. And then you’ll never doubt it again.”

I reacted violently, shoving, scratching, clawing, and kicking at him as his hand cut off my breath completely. I hit him in his face over and over, but my hands bounced off and he never flinched as my vision darkened and my lungs screamed for air.

His green eyes were the last thing I saw before darkness took me completely.

NICO

“Y ou can’t do this!” The bitch in front of me screamed, hurling anything she could get her hands

on my way.

Nothing hit its mark, and Matteo quickly had her subdued. Ropes tied her wrists behind her back and her ankles together, and a rag from her shitty kitchen was shoved into her mouth to silence her protests.

“Finally.” I sighed, “ Silence.”

Her husband lay in a heap at my feet, barely conscious and bleeding from a deep gut wound that he got for trying to run when we broke in.

Coward.

“Now,” I turned to where the three sons of the bastard coward sat along the wall, watching their father bleed out and their mother fight her bindings with more fire than all three of them had in their guts put together. “Which one of you is the oldest?”

The three of them remained silent before finally, one raised his hand, “I am, Mr. Capasso.” “Your name?” I motioned for him to stand up.

“Anthony.”

“How old are you, Anthony?” “Twenty-three.”

“Good,” I responded and put my hand on his shoulder. “Old enough to do what is necessary of you, but young enough to still learn how to do things the right way.” I looked down at my feet, “Unlike your father here.”

The kid swallowed but kept his eyes on me, “Yes, Sir.” “Do you know what your father used to do for me?”

He nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

“And did you know that he was stealing from me while he did it?”

I watched the young man’s face and could see instantly that he didn’t. “No, Sir.”

“Good.” I put my hand around the back of his neck and forced his head down, so he stared at his father who had a peculiar gurgle coming from his lips with each breath. “Let this be the only time I have to show you what happens to men who steal from me. Because if I have to show you again, you’ll be the one bleeding out on the floor while your family watches. Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Capasso.” He nodded eagerly.

“Good,” I repeated and let him go, shoving him back toward the wall. “You’ll take over pickups in your father’s place. Three times a week you’ll travel to the meat district and pick up packages of fish for me. You’ll then deliver them to my warehouse along the East River, and finally you’ll go about your merry business the other four days of the week, and you’ll be paid well for it. It’s a simple job, far easier than going to work in a boring factory to make a third of the pay for seven days straight of labor wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, Mr. Capasso.” He nodded quickly.

“You’ll have a man watching you for a while, so don’t fuck it up.” I pressed the toe of my shoe into the seeping wound on his father’s stomach causing him to cough and cry out for mercy. “Worthless.” I turned my attention nodding to where the woman seethed at me with daggers flying from her eyes. “Would you be so angry at me for killing him if I told you he has another family near the warehouse that he visits on his delivery days?” She stilled, looking at her husband and then back to me. “A woman half your age with two sons of her own made directly from his loins, ages six and four.” I kicked her worthless husband again. “ She gets more than half of the money he makes from me each week while you’ve been what I’m assuming is a loyal wife to the man for more than two decades; living in poverty.” I tsked my teeth and shook my head, looking back to Anthony and his brothers. “ Something tells me you three will make quite the names for yourselves without your father’s despicable shadow keeping you here inside while he plays both sides of the game. Just remember who is giving you the chance to do that.”