Entangled With the Mafia

Saint

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The smirk on my face was almost immediate when I watched the heat creep onto Blake's cheeks.
She couldn't even look in my direction. She was embarrassed by the little show we put on earlier.
"Where have you been hiding away?" Danny asked as she took a seat.
We were in the kitchen sitting at the oak table.
"Anywhere that isn't near you." She shot back.
I tilted my head in amusement, I would have thought she would have learned by now.
Pushing Danny was never a good idea.
Danny leaned forward, "You can run all you want, doll, but I'll always catch you."
I took a sip of my coffee. Danny was right, very few people could outrun him.
My little brother was a loose cannon.
Part of me wondered what Blake would do if she found out about Danny's previous obsessions.
They were all dead.
He wouldn't dare if I told him she was off limits. But the truth of it was simple. I liked watching her quiver in fear.
She was breathtaking when she was in tears.
Danny lifted his switchblade, toying with the blade along the table.
The wood was already marred from him. He sure loved his knives.
Blake's eyes dropped to the knife, her body trembled slightly, but she was doing a good job at hiding her fear.
"I'm going to enjoy cutting you up," Danny grinned at her, "Maybe I'll keep your heart in a jar just for me."
Danny was crazy enough to do it too. I turned my gaze over to Blake. I wanted to see her reaction to this.
She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, "A little blade has never scared me, Danny."
My brother closed his eyes, savoring the sound of his lips on her name.
When he opened them, it was clear.
He wanted to cut her up.
"Danny." My voice held warning. I was the only one Danny ever feared. And rightfully so.
I made him the psychopath he turned into.
He looked over at me with disappointment evident on his face.
"I have plans for the little rose. What good will she be if she's dead?"
Danny raised a brow, knowing him, the sick fuck could probably think of a few good ways to use her corpse.
Without warning, Danny pounced across the table, the knife against her throat in a split second.
"Fuck!" I rose to my feet, "Danny, put the knife down."
Danny had never defied me before. We had an agreement, he could do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted.
But on the odd occasion I told him the captive was off limits, he knew better than to question it.
Blake's eyes were wide with fright. Her chest heaved in fear.
Danny kept the knife to her throat, a sadistic smile on his face as he inched closer to her.
"Fear smells great on you, how does it taste?" His tongue darted out against her skin.
"Danny! That's enough!" I barked.
He laughed, jumping from the table and walking out as if nothing had happened.
Blake gasped and leaned against the table, "What the fuck is wrong with him?"
"A lot." I responded.
There was a lot wrong with all of us. But she didn't need to know about that.
She wouldn't be around long enough for it.
"Get up. We're leaving." I announced.
"What, no breakfast?" She got to her feet, "You're a shitty host."
I smirked, "If you're hungry, we could always go back to the shower and finish what we started."
Her face turned red and she dropped her head as she walked out.
I laughed at the site of it. I had done my research on her, and she was a loud mouth.
Not a shy bone in her body.
Yet here she was, all shy and meek before me.
I would have her submitting in a heartbeat.
And once I was done toying with her, I'd kill her so that no other man could ever lay his hands on her pretty porcelain skin.
I followed behind her, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
"Saint," she turned to me so abruptly I almost walked into her, "You've kidnapped me. You've almost killed me. I'm here as a hostage for whatever fucked up reason. There is no reason for us to pretend to be civil."
If only she knew, civil was the last thing on my mind when I looked at her.
"Still so feisty. I wonder how long it will take before I break you."
Her mouth shut abruptly and she turned away from me.
With a smirk on my face I walked past her and got into the car. She got in quietly.
"Where are we going? I'm covered in bruises."
"Where we're going, no one gives a shit about your bruises."
She turned to me, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"It's fun." I deadpanned.
She shot me a look, but I could see she was too tired to fight.
I knew her body must be killing her.
She turned away again, resting her forehead against the window, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through that pretty little mind of hers.
A thrill ran through my body at the thought of her reaction when we arrived at our destination.
She was going to be scared out of her mind. Exactly how I wanted her.
"I forgot my pain meds." She said suddenly.
"And how is this my problem?" I kept my eyes on the road.
"Considering I'm in pain because of you and your asshole brother?" She asked, her voice filled with sarcasm.
"I'm not driving all the way back home because you forgot your meds, Blake."
"I'm in pain!" She wailed.
I clenched the steering wheel tightly as I clenched my jaw, "I'm sure you'll live."
"Please, Saint."
I hesitated. I didn't want her thinking she had any hold over me.
But could I really leave her in so much pain? The quicker she healed, the quicker I could really start terrorizing her.