Chapter 2
Vivianna
I was pissed. No. Not pissed. That didn’t even cover it. Lying bastard tricked me. He bailed me out of jail and made me think he was taking me to Roman’s place. Matteo Goddamn Fiorentino pulled a fast one on me. He stuck me in the neck with a needle and knocked me out. The next time I woke up, I was in a massive house. Apparently, my brother thinks it’s best if I lived under the same roof as him.
Fuck Matteo.
And fuck his sexy boss.
No.
Not sexy.
An asshole.
Matteo’s boss wants me to live by rules. His rules. You know what I say about rules? Rules were made to be broken.
I checked my appearance in the mirror. Perfect. Surely, I can talk one of Angelo’s men and seduce some booze or weed out of them. I stepped out of the room to be met with one of his goons. Cue the eye roll. He kept his expression stoic and avoided looking at me.
“Dinner will be served in ten minutes.” He muttered.
“What’s your name, big boy?” I purred, looking him up and down.
“Not important.” He grumbled.
“You know, we still have ten minutes. I could…”
“Vivianna!” Matteo hissed. “That’s quite enough.”
I rolled my eyes.
Too bad Angelo wasn’t here to witness this.
One rule broken.
You hear me, Angelo?
Rule broken.
Eat that, asshole.
Matteo grabbed me by the elbow, dragging me down the hall.
“Ouch, that hurts!” I growled. “Let. Me. Go.”
Matteo stopped and pushed me firmly against the wall. I glared. He challenged my glare and narrowed his eyes. He leaned into my neck and whispered harshly in my ear. “You best be on good behavior. Angelo Valentino isn’t a man to be fucked with. You will now, say please and thank you, and keep your attitude to a minimum. Do I make myself clear, Princess?”
“Fuck you.”
“Watch it, Vivianna. If you can’t behave, you can march right back to your room for the rest of the night. It’s your choice.”
“Fine. I’ll be a good little girl and be the perfect Princess, brother.”
“Good choice.” Matteo muttered under his breath.
I yanked my arm out of his hold and stormed into the dining room. When I took my seat, I growled in frustration. A hand clamped down on my shoulder and a familiar voice whispered in my ear. “Fancy meeting you here, cuz.”
“Roman!” I squealed. “Finally, someone I can tolerate.”
“I left a surprise in your room. Swiped it from Matteo when he wasn’t looking. Finest whiskey.” Roman whispered so no one could hear.
Angelo took his seat. Right across from me. I rolled my eyes.
“That’s one, Princess.” Angelo mouthed, lifting his index finger.
I discreetly flipped him off. He cocked his head to the side as he lifted two fingers.
Roman leaned over and warned me to stop. There was no way Angelo would lay a finger on me. Surely not. Right?
The way his eyes darkened tells me otherwise. So, maybe that wasn’t too smart on my behalf.
I raised up from my chair, but my brother me back down. “Don’t be rude, sister. Stay. Eat. Have dinner with everyone.”
“I-I’m not feeling too good. Maybe it was the drugs, brother.”
Roman glanced at me and covered for me. “She does look a little flushed.”
“If she’s not feeling well, she can be excused.” Angelo stated.
I stood up and faked a stumble. Roman was quick to catch me. Just as we walked past Angelo, he threw me a wink.
“Fuck him.” I muttered under my breath.
“What the hell was that?!” Roman questioned when we reached my temporary room.
“Nothing.” I answered.
Roman raised his brow.
“Angelo may have given me some rules.”
“And you probably just broke them all.”
I nodded as I looked for the bottle Roman hid for me.
“Under the pillow, Viv.”
I reached under the pillow and twisted the cap off. Taking a generous drink, I sighed in satisfaction.
“Wait a minute, Angelo gave you rules?”
“Yes. Apparently, I can’t do anything but breathe.”
“You could come stay with me. I’ve got room.”
“No can do. Matteo wants to keep me close to him.”
“Damn, cuz. I guess you’re officially on lock down.”
“I’ll be just…”
“Roman, I think Matteo needs to speak to you.” Angelo told him.
Liar.
“Of course, I’ll catch you later, Viv.”
I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. I’d rolled my eyes at Angelo earlier. Twice. Broken his precious rule. Now, I’m breaking the alcohol rule.
“Turn around, Miss Vivianna.”
I turned around and hid the bottle behind my back.
“Give me the bottle.” He demanded.
“No! You’re not the boss of me.”
Angelo twisted me around and shoved me down on the bed. He pried the bottle from my hands, slamming it onto the nightstand. “You’re acting like a brat. You break my rules. Defy me. Test my patience. Do you know what I’d do if you were one of my men?”
I shook my head ferociously.
“I’d kill them nice and slow until they begged for their death.” Angelo hissed. “But for you, I’d just punish you”
“W-what?”
“I. Would. Punish. You. Princess.”
“P-punish me?” I stammered.
“Yes, little girl. I’d take my belt off and give you a spanking you’d never forget. You broke three rules. So… I suppose you deserve nine spanks from my leather. Three for each rule you broke.”
“Y-you can’t do that!” I shrieked.
“I’m the boss, Kitten. I can do anything I want. My house. My rules. My punishments.”
“Matteo…”
“Is away for the day. Duty calls, Princess.”
I’m fucked.
Roman is gone and so is Matteo.
You can’t touch me. Someone will hear.”
“Not if I rip your panties off and stuff them in your mouth. Gag you while I whip that pretty little ass until it glows.”
I would be lying if I said his threat didn’t turn me on. The thought of being at his mercy made me wet.
I gasped when Angelo ripped my panties off and stuffed them into my mouth. I whimpered when he held my hips in place and murmured. “Don’t test me, Princess. I’ll let you off with a warning this time. Next time, I’ll give you fifteen spanks from my belt.”
With that being said, he stormed off. Leaving me out of breath. Completely sexually frustrated.
I spit the panties out of my mouth and groaned. He’d taken the liquor with him. Well, it was good while it lasted. I walked to the door and turned the knob. The bastard locked me inside.
“Now, it’s officially jail.” I whispered to myself.
I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. Angelo was so determined to punish me.
So, why did he stop?
Angelo doesn’t seem like the type of man to back down on his threats. His promise to punish someone. He probably gets off on inflicting pain. I drifted off to sleep with one thing on my mind.
Angelo Valentino.
Dark and dangerous green eyes.
Forbidden. Off limits to me. You know what they say about forbidden, right? It never felt so good. So. Right.