Dante: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Sinsations Book 2) by Jessi Talbot Page A
Authors: Jessi Talbot
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a happy grin. Boris would’ve probably shit himself if he could see it. “I need you to do something for me, Damian.”
Chapter 15: Olivia
The first thing I noticed was the headache. It made the headache after my night of drinking seem like a minor inconvenience, but that was okay. My head hurting like hell meant I wasn’t dead. Not being dead was good.
The second thing I noticed was that I couldn’t move my hands. They were tied above my head. I wanted to know where I was but I couldn’t hear the crazy guy. I didn’t think he had left but I could picture him waiting for me to wake up before doing whatever he was going to do. If that was the case, letting him know I was awake would be bad. Probably best to just stay still and pretend to still be knocked out.
“Did you know an unconscious person breathes differently than a conscious person?” Boris asked.
I groaned and opened my eyes. “I guess I do now.” I glanced around, shocked to discover I was tied to Dante’s bed. I had fantasized a couple of times about being tied up on his bed, but this wasn’t how any of those fantasies went.
He chuckled as he reached into the bag hanging at his side and pulled out a strange-looking saw. His eyes met mine as he held the instrument up. “This is a bone saw. I guess you can probably figure out what it cuts.”
I tugged on the ropes that went from my wrists to the headboard, wriggling back and forth on the mattress.
“Oh, calm down,” Boris said, walking towards me. “I’m just going to cut your hand off.” He held his left arm up, waving the stump of his wrist in my face. “Trust me. You can adapt.”
“Dante will kill you.”
Boris nodded. “Probably, but that’s okay because killing me won’t put your hand back on. It won’t ease the guilt he’ll feel for failing you.” He pinned my left arm down with his left forearm, placing the cold blade of the saw against my wrist.
Someone knocked on the bedroom door.
Boris looked at me, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Dante is much more refined these days, apparently.” He looked towards the door. “I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, Dante, but I’m not playing. If you try to come through that door and spoil my fun, I’ll drag this blade across her throat and that will be that.”
A muffled voice came through the door.
“What was that?” Boris asked. “Afraid I couldn’t understand you.”
More mumbling outside the door.
With an exasperated sigh, Boris moved cautiously towards the door. “Did I kick your teeth out, you big ape? Did I break your jaw? Enunciate.”
Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned and looked towards the balcony. A pair of legs appeared to dangle in mid-air, and then Dante dropped onto the balcony. He held a finger to his lips as he moved towards the door. I nodded, trying hard not to make any sound.
More unintelligible mumbling came through the door.
Boris shook his head. “No more games now, Dante. I don’t have time for them. I need to cut your girlfriend’s hand off.”
The voice came through the door again as Dante slowly slid the balcony door open. This time it was perfectly clear.
“I’m not Dante, motherfucker.”
Boris gasped and snatched the bedroom door open, staring at Damian on the other side. “Who the hell are you?”
“That’s Damian,” Dante said as he charged towards Boris.
Boris gasped and turned towards Dante’s voice, his eyes going so wide I thought they might pop out of his face. The bone saw fell from his limp fingers.
Dante hit Boris like a freight train, slamming him against the wall. I was pretty sure I heard a couple of ribs break. Dante grabbed Boris’ head in his hands and swung him through the air, slamming him to the ground so hard the bed shook. Boris groaned, wheezing, a gurgling sound coming from his throat. Dante raised his leg and stomped down hard. I closed my eyes but couldn’t avoid
Chapter 15: Olivia
The first thing I noticed was the headache. It made the headache after my night of drinking seem like a minor inconvenience, but that was okay. My head hurting like hell meant I wasn’t dead. Not being dead was good.
The second thing I noticed was that I couldn’t move my hands. They were tied above my head. I wanted to know where I was but I couldn’t hear the crazy guy. I didn’t think he had left but I could picture him waiting for me to wake up before doing whatever he was going to do. If that was the case, letting him know I was awake would be bad. Probably best to just stay still and pretend to still be knocked out.
“Did you know an unconscious person breathes differently than a conscious person?” Boris asked.
I groaned and opened my eyes. “I guess I do now.” I glanced around, shocked to discover I was tied to Dante’s bed. I had fantasized a couple of times about being tied up on his bed, but this wasn’t how any of those fantasies went.
He chuckled as he reached into the bag hanging at his side and pulled out a strange-looking saw. His eyes met mine as he held the instrument up. “This is a bone saw. I guess you can probably figure out what it cuts.”
I tugged on the ropes that went from my wrists to the headboard, wriggling back and forth on the mattress.
“Oh, calm down,” Boris said, walking towards me. “I’m just going to cut your hand off.” He held his left arm up, waving the stump of his wrist in my face. “Trust me. You can adapt.”
“Dante will kill you.”
Boris nodded. “Probably, but that’s okay because killing me won’t put your hand back on. It won’t ease the guilt he’ll feel for failing you.” He pinned my left arm down with his left forearm, placing the cold blade of the saw against my wrist.
Someone knocked on the bedroom door.
Boris looked at me, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Dante is much more refined these days, apparently.” He looked towards the door. “I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, Dante, but I’m not playing. If you try to come through that door and spoil my fun, I’ll drag this blade across her throat and that will be that.”
A muffled voice came through the door.
“What was that?” Boris asked. “Afraid I couldn’t understand you.”
More mumbling outside the door.
With an exasperated sigh, Boris moved cautiously towards the door. “Did I kick your teeth out, you big ape? Did I break your jaw? Enunciate.”
Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned and looked towards the balcony. A pair of legs appeared to dangle in mid-air, and then Dante dropped onto the balcony. He held a finger to his lips as he moved towards the door. I nodded, trying hard not to make any sound.
More unintelligible mumbling came through the door.
Boris shook his head. “No more games now, Dante. I don’t have time for them. I need to cut your girlfriend’s hand off.”
The voice came through the door again as Dante slowly slid the balcony door open. This time it was perfectly clear.
“I’m not Dante, motherfucker.”
Boris gasped and snatched the bedroom door open, staring at Damian on the other side. “Who the hell are you?”
“That’s Damian,” Dante said as he charged towards Boris.
Boris gasped and turned towards Dante’s voice, his eyes going so wide I thought they might pop out of his face. The bone saw fell from his limp fingers.
Dante hit Boris like a freight train, slamming him against the wall. I was pretty sure I heard a couple of ribs break. Dante grabbed Boris’ head in his hands and swung him through the air, slamming him to the ground so hard the bed shook. Boris groaned, wheezing, a gurgling sound coming from his throat. Dante raised his leg and stomped down hard. I closed my eyes but couldn’t avoid
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