Farfalla

9.) Veleno

"Don't call me that." I murmur to Vincenzo as I turn to hop into the back of the SUV. Mario goes around and takes the seat behind the driver and I slide in next to him, in the middle. There are two men up front dressed in black, as expected. I'm guessing they are our security. Vincenzo sits next to me on my right side. The car is started and Vince quickly slips a black fabric sack over my head.

"WHAT THE FÙCK?!" I thrash and yell at the top of my lungs. The car is moving and I can't see anything. My arms shoot out and I attempt to rip the thing off my head.

"Hush." Vince purrs in my ear as he grabs my arms and restrains me. "You can't see our destination. Top secret." He takes my hands and holds my wrists together. Cold plastic is placed against my skin and I hear a sound similar to a zipper. Then my wrists are flush against each other and I can't move them. This fùcker used a zip tie to restrain me. Too bad I know how to get out of them. But I give him a chance to to correct his actions.

"Take this shìt off. Now." My voice is surprisingly calm as I address him. He's covered me and tied me up like I'm someone he's kidnapping. Well...I guess he did kidnap me. But we've established that I'm on his side. He says that I am the only one that can access the information that he needs and this is how he treats me?

"I told you to be quiet. So do that." His accent is thick around the English words and I feel him shift in his seat next to me.

"Vince, there is no point to this. She has no idea where we are. She's not one of the fùckers indebted to us. Take it off." Mario's voice comes from my left and he takes on a serious persona as he addresses Vincenzo.

"Shut up, Mario. I didn't ask you to speak." Vince's voice is gruff and curt. I can feel bruises forming where the plastic rubs against my skin. I'm going to beat the shít out of him.

"I swear to God, Vincenzo! Take this shít off now! I'm on your fùcking side, quit treating me like I'm not." I reach up again to try pulling the sack off. But my hands are ripped away from my head by Vincenzo. His rings are cold against my skin and they press against me, hard, as he squeezes my wrists. I snatch my hands out of his vice grip and swing for his dìck.

He catches my fist in his hand and brings it to his mouth where he plants a soft kiss. I'm thrown off by his audacity and strange move. His lips are smooth and the kiss is tender. I'm so confused but before I can think anymore he bites the pad of my thumb, sending unknown feelings through my body.

"Ah!" I rip my hands back and ball them into fist. What the fùck is going on? Vince leans into my ear, how he knows where it is under this sack, beats me; and he whispers to me in a thick accent. "Aim for my dìck one more time and I'll saw your clìtoris off and force it to down your sexy little throat, capisce?" As he speaks, he grabs my throat and squeezes slightly. My breathing increases and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. His words and slight choke hold he has on my neck makes my pùssy ache. Dio mio, what is wrong with me? This is some freaky shìt...

Vince made my clìt throb with just one sentence. A threat from a mafia boss has me wet and wanting. I am so fùcked up. My mental state needs to be evaluated. Vincenzo gives me another squeeze on my neck; he wants an answer.

"Sì." My voice depicts my annoyance but I concede to him.

"Bueno." Vincenzo murmurs before he takes the sack off of my head. My eyes adjust to the low light in the car. It's night; only the street lamps and Mario's phone provide light. I turn to look at Vincenzo and he flicks his wrist, producing a knife.

The zip tie is cut and falls to my lap. I rub the blood back into my wrists and then flip Vincenzo the dìckhead DelVecchio off. He grins and conceals the knife. "Why the fu-"