Page 29 of Savage Don

“Do. Not. Call me Franny,” I hiss. But my throat is still dry enough that a cough interrupts me. The second half of my warning comes out almost like a stifled laugh.

Ray chuckles right alongside of me.

“Very well, kitten. What else do you want to know?”

“Why were you following me?”

My chest tightens up as I wait for Ray’s response. Everything rests on the answer to that question. And I’m not sure what I fear most.

“That’s a long story,” Ray says.

“Do I not have the time?” Now, it’s my turn to tease.

“Not if you want to get home.”

That shocks me enough to rip open my eyes and lift my head. “You plan on letting me go?”

“You’re not a hostage here,” Ray smiles, his deep dark brown eyes penetrating my very soul.

One way or another, I definitely was not expecting him to say that.

“I… But…” I’m not sure what to say. So, instead of talking, I chug down the rest of my water. When I’m done, Ray motions for me to hand the glass to him. Then, he fills it up again. “What the hell is going on?” I mumble. Shaking my head, I pinch my nose and fight back my pulsing headache.

“Do I really need to go over it again?” Ray taunts, handing me a re-filled glass.

I take it. “No. Enough about how you killed some rapist frat boy for me. Thanks. Is that what you want to hear? Because I don’t care anymore. Who do you work for? My father?”

“No,” Ray smirks. “ Your father works for me.”

Fuck.

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The way her plump bottom lip drops in shock makes me want to shove my cock into her mouth.

“My father doesn’t work for anyone,” Francesca finally manages to croak out.

Digging my nails into my palms, I try to keep too much blood from rushing down into my cock. Still, I can’t help but get closer to the fiery little princess. She’s intoxicating, and it only takes a few steps before she’s completely covered in my shadow.

“I’m surprised a girl as inquisitive as you would believe in something so blatantly false.”

“My father is Domenico Galli,” Francesca responds, as if she’s been taught it a thousand times before. “He is don of the Galli family. Don’s don’t work for anyone.”

“Lesser dons work for greater dons,” I teach her.

“And I suppose you think you’re a greater Don?”

“There’s no supposing about it,” I smirk. “Your father must be truly ashamed if he’s never told you about how things have changed.”

“Changed?” Francesca takes a deep gulp and I can’t help but imagine her swallowing my cum.

Soon.

“You must know that your precious Italians haven’t been in charge for years now. In fact, ever since us Irishmen took over, the Italians have been relegated to the bottom of the barrel.”

Francesca’s cute little button nose scrunches as she tries to make sense of what I’m telling her. “No. That can’t be true…”