Shane: A Mafia Love Story: Dark Erotic Romance (18 page)

“I don’t give a fuck about a war, sir. I just want Mia back and Aldo dead.”

Surprisingly, Patrick held out his hand. “I wish you luck with both of your missions, Shane.”

Feeling a bit disoriented from the outcome, Shane left Murphy’s house a few minutes later. The valet brought around his red coupe, and he climbed inside, securing his seatbelt even as he peeled away.

He wasn’t forbidden to find her, using whatever methods necessary, as he’d expected. Shane hadn’t intended to obey any embargo on finding Mia, so it was a bit of good luck that his boss was willing to look the other way. It still placed him a thorny position. He could count on Bruno to have his back, and probably Cormac, but that was a scant crew to go against Aldo’s goons.

Still, even if he faced them alone, he would proceed. Shane was determined to get Mia back, no matter the cost.

Mia had half-expected to end up in a bed with Aldo standing over her, but not quite this way. For one thing, she lay strapped down on a stretcher, and while Aldo loomed over her, he was paying attention to the man in scrubs standing on the other side, rather than looking down at her with his usual creepy hunger.

“I want her to be restored to original condition.”

The doctor frowned. “Mr. Peretti, there’s no guarantee a hymenoplasty will work.”

Aldo held up a picture of a smiling blond woman and two twin toddlers. “Your wife and children urge you to make it work, Dr. Sandoval.”

The man nodded, looking sick.

Mia yelped in protest when the doctor put his gloved fingers between her splayed thighs to probe inside her. Her ankles were strapped into stirrups, and her hands were tightly bound. She couldn’t move, but her mouth still worked. “Stop that.”

Finally, the doctor withdrew and looked at Aldo, but never at her. “There isn’t enough of the hymen left intact to perform a repair. I can reconstruct a hymen from vaginal tissue.”

“How long does that take?”

“A few hours.”

Aldo sighed. “I meant before I can use her, doc.”

The doctor flinched, his coppery complexion paling. “Oh, of course…about six weeks.” He must have detected Aldo’s anger, because he hastily stammered, “I…I guess four weeks. Maybe even three.”

“No fucking way.” Aldo glared down at Mia, as though it was her fault. From his perspective, she supposed it was. “There has to be another way.”

The nervous doctor licked his lips. “I could use alloplant to give her a membrane. It’s like a hymen, though it hurts a lot worse for her when you…use her, and there will be more bleeding.”

Aldo looked intrigued. “What’s the healing time?”

“Three to seven days.”

Her disgusting stepbrother tipped his head, as though considering weighty matters. “That sounds like a long time when I’ve already waited so long, but I do deserve the best.” With a nod, clearly oblivious to his own pretentiousness, he said, “Do that one.”

“Okay. I brought some of the tissue along when your man told me what you wanted. Just in case.” He glanced around the small room. “This place isn’t as nice as the room you had equipped for the…other Mia’s cosmetic surgery, Mr. Peretti. Do you have an operating theater with anesthesia available?”

Peretti sneered. “Not this time. We’re forced to hide in this hole for the time being, so you’ll have to make do.”

The doctor nodded. “I have local anesthetic.”

“No.”

Mia’s stomach clenched as the doctor blinked.

“No? What do you mean, Mr. Peretti?”

Aldo’s expression was full of dark glee. “No anesthetic. Let the cheating little slut feel every bit of the pain and grasp the consequences of her choices.”

She refused to betray her fear and dread, tucking it in alongside her shock that Aldo had arranged for the surgical restoration of her virginity, just so he could take it again. The idea of enduring the surgery while fully alert brought a sheen of sweat to her body, but she didn’t speak or beg him not to do it.

“V…very well, sir.” The doctor glanced at the clock. “It will take at least two or three hours, if you want to get comfortable somewhere, Mr. Peretti.”

Aldo nodded. “I’ll be in the next room, where I can savor every scream.”

Mia glared at him, still silent, as he left her in the impromptu operating room with the shady doctor summoned to undo all the fucking she had done with Shane. The urge to laugh nearly overwhelmed her, but she bit it back. Hysteria instead of amusement prompted the reaction, and she feared devolving to a cackling loon if she gave in to the first giggle.

She watched the doctor with an impassive expression as he laid out implements on a metal stand draped with a cloth she hoped was sterile. “Why are you doing this?”

He didn’t look up at her, but he did answer, which was surprising. “He threatened my family. Sometimes, having a good reputation is a bad thing, Mia. He wanted the best surgeon at his disposal, and he has ways to motivate.” A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead before disappearing under the mask obscuring the lower half of his face.

“And you’re the one who mutilated that other poor girl?” At his terse nod, she asked, “Do you know her real name or anything about her? He’s planning to kill her. You have to help get her home.”

He blinked before meeting her gaze for the first time. The doctor’s complexion was pasty, and he sweated profusely. “I can’t go against Peretti.”

She bit her lip to hold in a tide of angry words. “Fine, but go to the police. Give them an anonymous tip or something.”

He looked anguished. “I can’t.” Before she could protest, he held up a hand. “I would, but I don’t even know where we are. His man picked me up at my office, injected me with a sedative I had been instructed to prepare in advance, and I woke up on that stretcher about thirty minutes ago.”

Disappointment surged through her, both for Aldo’s other victim and herself.

He leaned closer, pitching his voice low. “I’m not performing surgery on you without anesthetic. I’m not a sadistic fucker. I’m trapped, but I don’t have to be merciless. I’m going to numb you up, but then I need you to scream and carry on for a few minutes. Feign passing out after that, and he’ll never know the difference.”

She nodded, surprised by the small gesture of kindness and managing a shred of pity for the surgeon who was clearly here against his will as much as she was. That wasn’t completely comforting when she was the one strapped to the table, and he had the scalpel.

A couple of minutes later, she caught her breath as cool liquid spilled over her vagina, presumably to sterilize her. Then she winced at the first prick of the needle, and two more. After that, she didn’t feel anything.

“Okay, start screaming,” said the doctor a minute later.

Mia wailed and screamed for all she was worth, cursing Aldo with all the things she’d wanted to say to him throughout the years, but had been too frightened to utter even at her most defiant. About five minutes into her ordeal, the bastard came to the doorway of the room to watch her suffering.

Her voice was hoarse, and her throat hurt from the screaming. She had chafed her wrists while trying to break free of the restraints under his watchful eye. It seemed like a good moment to lose consciousness. Drawing on acting skills she hadn’t known she possessed—and prayed weren’t too melodramatic—she rolled her eyes back, trembled a couple of times, and closed her eyelids as she slumped onto the table.

She could hear him approach and tried to regulate her breathing.

“What happened? Is she dead?”

“No, of course not. It was the pain, Mr. Peretti. I’m surprised she was aware for even that amount of time.”

“Hmm. Can you revive her? I want her to feel everything.”

Mia barely managed to avoid a gasp, but the doctor’s shocked squeaked seemed to mask her own lapse in even breathing.

“No, sir. Too much strain on the system. That really could kill her.”

“I don’t want that.” Aldo stroked her arm before cupping her breast. “I want to enjoy Mia for a long time to come. If she dies, you and your entire family will die very slowly and painfully, Sandoval.”

“I understand.” Rage and frustration underlay the doctor’s response.

Mia had to force herself to remain still as he pinched her nipple forcefully enough to make her eyes burn with unshed tears. The disgusting bastard had a painful death coming his way if she ever got the opportunity.

“Can I finish up here, Mr. Peretti? You make me nervous with your hovering.”

Aldo laughed, clearly delighted to intimidate someone else. “Yeah, okay. Do a good job making her cunt the tightest little virgin passage ever, and we’ll be square. Hell, I’ll even give you a discount on product in future.”

Mia flinched slightly at the revelation her doctor wasn’t quite the victim he’d painted himself to be.

“I quit that stuff last year. I’m trying to move on with my family, sir.”

“Yeah, you addicts all say that, but you always find your way back to the White Lady. Just like me and my little virgin. I always find her.” It sounded like he clapped the doctor on the shoulder before leaving the room.

“I’m done with it,” he whispered, though it was unclear if he was talking to himself or her.

Mia didn’t bother to reply. For one thing, she didn’t want Aldo to know she wasn’t actually unconscious, and she also didn’t have any fucks left to give for the doctor’s addiction issues. Her own problems were more important and pressing.

***

Giordano Peretti, rumored to be Sal Peretti’s favorite nephew, had pissed himself. Shane scowled at him as he pressed the barrel of his pistol a bit deeper into the yielding flesh of the other man’s temple. “I’m running out of patience, Gio. Where is Aldo?”

“I swear I don’t know, O’Mara.” The other man, down on his knees on the rough alleyway, sniffed. It was unclear if he was holding back tears, or if the smoke from his burning restaurant was irritating his nasal passages.

He kicked him in the thigh. “Do you want me to drag you back into that blazing building? Would anyone give a rat’s ass if you disappeared, Gio?”

“My uncle. Sal will destroy you.”

Shane hit him with the pistol upside his head. “Give me a clue where to look next, Gio, or your balls will part from your body and make their way somewhere you’ll never see them again.”

“Fuck, I don’t know.” Tears streamed from his eyes, and the other man started to shake. “Did you try Aunt Sofia’s? I think he visits her sometimes. She’s a lot like Aunt Stefania, so he must love her, right?”

“I don’t think Aldo loves anyone but himself.” Shane put his gun back in his holster and restored the fit of his jacket to hide it. “Get the fuck out of here, Gio, and don’t even think about warning any of your slimy relatives.”

Gio nodded and crawled a few feet before daring to get to his feet to run. He darted around the corner of the alleyway as Bruno came up to him.

“Think he’ll talk, boss?”

“Yeah, probably. Let’s go find Aunt Sofia.” Shane resolved he would try to be gentler with the aunt, since she was purported to be like Stefania. That woman had done more for Mia than any other person in her entire life, so he owed her sister a debt too, if she was cut from the same genetic cloth.

Mia must have fallen asleep during the procedure. She was surprised to see the light of dawn through the small window in the room where someone had put her. Aldo had let her sleep all night, either because the doctor had convinced him she needed time to recover, or because he was playing more of his sick waiting game with her.

Her vagina throbbed when she turned onto her side to survey the space where she lay. It was a Spartan space, with a thin mattress on the floor and a set of chains on the wall. Her heart lodged in her throat when she saw a rack of implements waiting to meet her body in painful and humiliating ways. Why else would he have her here if he didn’t plan to torture her?

Either he had an uncanny sense of timing, or the prick had been watching and waiting for her to wake up, because the door scraped open a moment later, and he came bounding in. The sight of Aldo in white scrubs was incongruous, since she had only seen him in designer wear before. Even his pajamas were expensive couture. She didn’t want to contemplate why he might be wearing clothing that would allow ease of movement and would be cheap enough to throw away if they got stained.

“Good morning, dear sister. Are you feeling purer this morning?”

She glared at him, but didn’t answer. Mia tried to avoid wincing as she got painfully to her feet, but couldn’t.

He laughed with delight. “Does it hurt? I hope so.” He tipped his head slightly. “You surprised me last night, Mia.”

“How so?” Her voice was raspy, but she wouldn’t ask him for water or anything else.

“You’re always so strong. So damned defiant and superior. You practically invite breaking down, smashing, and destroying.” His tone was somewhere between a whine of frustration and a purr of arousal. “I didn’t expect you to succumb to the easy way out.”

She lifted a brow. “What are you talking about?”

He grinned. “You passed out from the pain. I figured you would endure it. Honestly, I expected you to not utter even a peep.” Aldo looked crestfallen. “You were weak.”

She had definitely overdone the acting. Struggling to appear nonchalant, she lifted a shoulder. “We all have our frail moments. Let’s see you go through something like that without anesthetic and find out how long you last.” Raking him with a dismissive glance, she waved a hand. “There’s no point though. We both already know you’re feeble, Aldo. That’s why you like to molest young girls and impose your will on those who are weaker.”

His mouth tightened. “Same old bitchy Mia. I’d hoped O’Mara might have tamed that tongue a bit.”

It was insanity, but she couldn’t resist the impulse to reply. “He put my tongue to all kinds of uses, but never tamed it. And he’s nowhere near as weak as you.”

Aldo punched her in the chest. Mia bent forward as she gasped for air, trying to shove him off her when he loomed over her. His fists rained down on her back until she stumbled, falling to the mattress. As he continued beating her, she managed a tiny smile of satisfaction. He was so enraged that he hadn’t bothered to use any of his torture toys on her. While he might kill her with his fists, it didn’t sound as bad as letting him cut her, beat her with paddles, rods, and whips, or pierce her with needles.

He shoved her face into the mattress, and she couldn’t breathe. Fear filled her for a moment, but she almost welcomed death. It would be preferable to die this way than to suffer for months or years at his hands.

She stilled when he shoved the nightgown over her hips. Due to her position on her knees underneath him, the satin slithered down to her breasts, leaving her exposed below the waist. Mia struggled to turn her head enough to take in a deep breath, and he loosened his hold slightly. He must be regaining control, but she didn’t think that necessarily boded well for her.

“Do you remember the first time I fucked you in the ass?” To emphasize his question, he slid the head of his cock between her cheeks. “You were about fifteen, I think. Sweet little thing.”

“I was almost fourteen, and I remember every horrible moment.” She blinked back tears as memories of the assault threatened to overwhelm her. Almost worse was recalling the confrontation with her father the following morning, when he’d made it clear Aldo was more important than her.

“Do you remember how I teased your little cunt first?” He arched his hips to push his cockhead against her sore opening. “I dipped in just a bit. Do you remember?”

As he repeated his past motions, she gritted her teeth and vowed not to give him the satisfaction of a response.

“I tested your sweet little passage.” He surged in a bit deeper and groaned. “Fuck me, but I think you’re tighter now than you were then.”

“Postsurgical swelling, you asshole.” Yeah, she’d have to work on keeping thoughts to herself.

He ignored that as he thrust shallowly in and out of her. “I wanted you so much that night, bitch. I’d been wanting you for months, ever since I saw you in that sweet little pink dress at the wedding. I wanted to bend you over the nearest pew and fuck you until your virginal blood stained the pretty pink ruffles.”

She shuddered. “You’re sick, Aldo.”

“I’ve always had a thing for virgins.” He withdrew from her opening to slide his cock back to her rear passage. “They’re so tight and hot. Nothing makes me hotter than the sight of blood on my dick after popping a cherry.” With a sudden lunge, he surged inside her ass, forcing his way in as her body clenched and tried to resist him. “I’ll just have to pretend this blood is from your virgin pussy, huh, sweet sister?”

She screamed despite her resolve not to show a response as he brutalized her tender passage without lubrication. “You sick bastard. I’m not your sister.”

“Let me tell you a secret, Mia.” He increased his thrusts as he fisted her hair and dragged her head back so her ear was near his mouth. “I wouldn’t care if you were my biological sister. It would make it that much hotter, and I would have done this years ago. I wouldn’t have been able to stand not marking my property if you had the same last name as me.”

Hot tears blurred her vision as he pulled her hair harder, forcing her back to bow to change the angle of her buttocks for his increasingly painful thrusts. “You’re even worse than I thought you were. I’m going to kill you, Aldo.”

He laughed as his dick twitched inside her. “Only one of us will survive this relationship, I’m sure, Mia, but it won’t be you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re broken, and when I’m tired of you, I’ll get rid of you.” His cum filled her back channel as he found release.

She trembled as he withdrew, not looking at him. He leaned over her, at first appearing to want to kiss her. She turned her face away, but his lips rested near her ear, intent on imparting another secret.

“You could have been my wife and stood at my side when I deposed that doddering old fool Sal. It won’t be long now before Gio does his part with the cartel, and my plans come to fruition. He’ll soon be dead, and I’ll be the don. You would have commanded respect as my wife. My queen, if you will.”

If she’d been able to speak, she would have openly mocked him. Pain made it impossible to gather her thoughts or conquer the ability to verbalize at the moment.

“I would have honored you as the mother of my children and shown you due reverence. Instead, you ran away from that gift, and then you spoiled yourself with that Irish filth. You were once worthy to be at my side, but now you’ll find your proper place under my foot, and then in the ground.”

Pain still shot through her tender areas, but she managed a deep breath and a shaky reply. “In that case, I’m glad to have spoiled myself in your eyes.” The thought of being forced to be his wife was as repugnant as it had ever been. Maybe even more so in light of his incestuous confessions. If she had been forced to give him daughters… Mia shuddered at the thought.

“You have a lot to make up for, Mia. You owe me, and I’m going to collect the debt with interest.”

His words eerily mirrored what Shane had said to her that first night he’d kidnapped her, but the terror Aldo’s words inspired was so much worse than she’d felt with him. Even at his worst, she had never felt as fearful of Shane as she did Aldo. Knowing how sweet Shane could be to temper his dark side made her ache with longing for him.

She clung to the mental image of his face, speaking his name into the mattress without sound as Aldo walked away from her. Mia didn’t have the energy or inclination to track his progress across the small room, but her bowels quivered with dread when she heard the soft rustle of leather against wood.

Nerves stretched taut as a bow, she might have thought she couldn’t startle, but she was wrong. The first painful lick of the leather whip against her back made her jump. By the third, she was screaming and didn’t give a fuck about remaining quiet or hiding her response. She couldn’t conceal or hold back in the face of such overwhelming pain, and she called out for Shane.

“Even now, knowing he was the cause of your defilement and suffering, you want him instead of me?” Another forceful lash across her back accompanied the angry words before he stopped.

Mia hoped for a brief moment that he would leave her alone for a time to regain his control. She knew he didn’t want his toy broken too quickly. Apparently, his rage was greater than his desire to prolong her suffering, because he soon returned. The first thud of the cane against her lower back induced another round of screaming. After that, she lost track as a haze of agony consumed her.

She must have started hallucinating, because she swore she saw a small cadre of dark-suited men burst into the room as Aldo brought the cane forcefully against the back of her skull. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she slipped into darkness gratefully, hoping she would never wake up if this was her fate.