Corrupting Lily

Chapter 10

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Dominico

Dante hands me a rag, the blood on my hands dripping onto the dirty concrete floor as I head toward the vehicle parked just outside the warehouse.

"Wow, I haven't seen you this angry in a while." Dante's words don't need elaboration.

Usually, I left the dirty work up to him or Nero, but after seeing the state of Lily's body, rage needing an outlet had brought me here. Lorenzo was unfortunately at the receiving end of that fury, not that he didn't deserve it. Sex trafficking was not a business the Sante family was involved in, no matter how lucrative it unfortunately was. Lorenzo dabbling in that on the side would tarnish the whole Sante name, something he understood now, his body beaten to within an inch of his life. The same doctor who had stitched Lily's arm up six months ago was working hard to ensure he survived, as we needed more information from him. My rage had been such that restraint on my part had been lacking, me not having the patience to wait for him to spill the beans slowly.

A huge sex trafficking syndicate was taking over the city, my city, with powerful players at the head of it. We have spent months trying to figure out who was behind it, with dead end after dead end leaving us no closer to the answer. Even the cops and FBI in our pocket were in the dark on this one, telling me that whoever was behind this had substantial reach and money to pull this off.

Wordlessly, we climb into the vehicle, Dante issuing Matteo instructions to take us to Bronze, one of my go-to clubs after a stressful day. Booze, cigars, and women usually numb the lingering effects of a day like today. My mind, however, immediately goes to a petite black-haired flower, one who had made me spill words today that I have never spilled to anyone. I have never comforted anyone. Women's emotional states were of little concern to me—all except this one.

Seeing that tear slip from her eye as she stood before me, vulnerable, sad, broken, did something to me. I recognized the scars on her body as I had similar ones, my body used as an ashtray in the same fashion, the whip marks from a leather belt decorating my skin the same way it did hers. Little cut marks from the blade of a knife deep enough to leave a scar on the canvas we called our bodies. We were snipped from the same cloth.

"No, take me home," I say to Matteo, knowing the need to see Lily is driving this change of plan. I canceled our dinner tonight, the one I had mentioned to her in the boutique earlier. After what happened, I knew being around her was dangerous, that I should keep my distance, yet here we are—me, giving up a night of all my favorite things to see how she was doing.

Except, after today, I had a few new favorite things to add to my list. The sound of Lily as she came all over our fingers. The taste of her after I popped that come soaked finger in my mouth when I left the changing room. The look on her face as she watched a man fuck another man, that innocence coupled with curiosity. A woman like her could spoil a man if he weren't careful. Be spellbound by her. Yet the scars on her body told a different story, one I wanted to know.

Dante looks at me questioningly but doesn't dare say anything as we alter our course.

"I want you to get me all the footage from that incident with Lily six months ago. Actually, go back as far as you can. I want all the footage since she moved into the penthouse. Have our guys scour it for anything suspicious." Dante nods in response, his fingers typing furiously on his cell as he issues instructions to our tech guys.