Taken for His Pleasure: A Dark Mafia Romance (The Torenti Family Book 1)
again makes me feel sick, but I don’t have time to worry about how I feel about him right now. My energy needs to be focused on getting out of here. I don’t know how, but I have to convince him that I’m not a threat. If he thinks that I am…well, he may never let me out of here.“See, Eva, I’d like to believe that, but I don’t know that I can.” He turns back to me, his mouth a hard line, his dark eyes murky. He looks exhausted, but that doesn’t make him any less terrifying. “If you leave here and tell someone what’s going on then you could ruin everything, do you understand that?”
I nod furiously and force myself to my feet. He has to know that I’m serious. I don’t know how to convince him that I’m not a threat, but if I don’t…
I could die. He could kill me. Even though I don’t want to, I can’t help but imagine his large hands wrapping around my throat and squeezing until I can’t breathe. Or maybe he’d shoot me. Without meaning to, I glance down at his shoes, looking for drops of blood. How in the hell would he kill me?
Or would he have someone else do it for him?
The thought of young Johnny killing me makes my head hurt and I feel the burning of tears at the corners of my eyes.
“Get some rest, Eva,” he tells me, turning away. “I’ll send Johnny in with a book.”
“Wait, Roque!” Stumbling forward, I grab his arm and pull him so that he has to turn around and look at me. “I promise you, I won’t say anything! Just let me go! Let me out of here, I have to get to my apartment. I have to talk to work, I have to – ”
He cuts me off. “You’re not doing a good job making your case, sweet Eva.” When he peels my fingers from his arm, I feel my heart drop into my chest. He doesn’t believe me. Even though my apartment is shitty and my job sucks, there’s no way that I want to give them up.
“No, wait – ” I begin, but I don’t get anything else out.
Before I can make him another promise, he’s gone. The door clicks locked behind him and at the sound, my heart sinks. I really can’t see a way out of this right now. I’m really and truly screwed, and if I can’t get him to see that I’m not a threat, then I’m dead, too.
Chapter 14
Roque
Fuck. As soon as I close the door on Eva’s pleas, I lean against it, trying to control my breathing. I don’t know what it is about her that’s gotten under my skin so bad, but now that I’ve had some of her, I don’t know that I’m going to be able to survive without her.
I just don’t know how the fuck to get her to shut up about what she’s seen and experienced with my family. Even though I’m willing to do anything for her, I can’t imagine that the rest of the family will be.
They’re great people, but they’re not willing to put up with her bullshit, especially if there’s even an inkling that she’s going to do something that would get any of us in trouble.
But I can’t worry about that right now. I find Johnny, who has passed out in a chair in the living room and shake him awake before stumbling down the hall to find an empty bedroom for myself. After a quick nap, I really want to get back to my own place today. A shower and a fuck sound amazing, and I can’t help but grin to myself as I pull a blanket over me.
The thought of Eva’s sweet little cunt is always going to make me smile, but first I have to figure out how to keep her from running her damn mouth.
By the time I wake back up, my stomach is rumbling, and when I look at the clock, I see that it’s after lunch.
“What the fuck?” I ask the empty room, flipping my blanket back. There’s no reason for the family to let me sleep this late, especially not when we have so many things to deal with. I stumble out of the bedroom, rubbing my eyes, and walk down the hall to the kitchen. It’s the heart of the home, just like it is for any real Italian family, and I know that I’m going to find Ma there, at least.
Sure enough, when I turn into the kitchen, she looks back at me from the stove, a smile on her face. “There he is. Roque, you’re hungry, I can tell. Have a seat and let me make you something to eat.”
I want to argue and find out where everyone else is first, but my stomach gives me away and I slide into the chair she’s pointed to. Ma knows best, and there’s no reason to argue with her.
She doesn’t speak again until she slides a plate with huge meatballs and pasta across the counter to me. The sauce smells amazing and is still bubbling a bit when I cut my meatball with my fork and spear a piece.
“You need to eat something, Roque. Everyone else already has, but Pop wanted you to get a little more sleep. He said that you needed to be able to think clearly if you were going to make good decisions.” This is the most that she’s said to me about any business with Eva, and I don’t push her. She and I both know that I’m not going to get any more information out of her. She’s said her piece and is going to move on.
“Thanks, Ma,” I tell her, taking a drink of the water she hands me. I don’t know how she does it, but even when everything feels like shit, she somehow makes things not as terrible.
To my surprise, she