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taste of what you desire.”
    “Alessandro’s not your type.”
    “He’s attractive.”
    “And covered in tattoos.”
    “Then I’ll look at his face—or his
muscular culo as I fill it with love.”
    Matteo pushed off the couch, stopping
a few meters away from me. “You’re not allowed to touch him; he’s to go back to
the Santini unharmed.”
    “Why do you care what I do with
him?”
    “Because I like him, and I don’t
want you ruining my fantasy. He’s born to fuck, not to be fucked.”
    “What difference does it make, he’s
not your type; he’s far too handsome.”
    “His body and cock are my type, so leave
him alone.”
    “Okay. I’ll just look at him, then.”
I turned the handle, but something was stopping me from entering. I pushed at
the door, making a chair fall away from it. Stepping inside, I looked over at
the bed, finding Alessandro tied to it. Despite my noisy entrance, he continued
to sleep. The Santini spawn was naked, save for a sheet covering his lower half.
He was an impressive sight, only his evil tattoos ruining the picture. My eyes
rose to his face. He wasn’t beautiful like his brother Brando, but he was still
extremely attractive, his face having a majestic quality to it—impressive and
very manly.
    Matteo followed me in. I shifted
away from him, not wanting the demon at my back. My eyes moved to my niece, who
was slumped in a chair by Alessandro’s side, fast asleep.
    Matteo walked over to the bed and
lifted up the sheet, peering underneath it. “Man, he’s got one impressive cock.
I’d give my left nut to suck on it.” With a wide grin, he looked over at me.
“How about you give him your cock? It’s about time you parted ways with it.”
    “Your humor is vile, and you’re
being hypocritical.”
    “About what?”
    “You criticize me constantly about
being a rapist, yet you’re the one abusing Alessandro.”
    “I’m not touching him.”
    “You’re looking at his body as I
looked at yours the other day.”
    He dropped the sheet. “I knew you
were perving at me!”
    “Of course I was. You have a
beautiful body, pity about your evil personality.” I moved around to Andriena’s
side and lifted up the sheet, looking down at Alessandro’s cock. “He does have an
impressive cazzo , and that ring in it makes it look even more enticing.”
I reached out to touch it. Something hit my leg, making me pull back. I looked
down at my thigh, shocked to see a knife sticking out of it. I’d been stabbed?
But it had felt like a punch.
    My eyes shot to my niece as she removed
the knife from my leg, her normally soft face now vicious. Matteo started
laughing, telling her to stab me again.
    I took a step back, finally feeling
the pain, although I was too stunned to take it all in. My niece stood up and raised
the knife, looking like a snake ready to strike. I backed up fast, my leg
giving out on me. Crumbling to the floor, I yelled out for my brother, panicked
as my niece drew closer. I yelled out again, shouting for help.
    Thierry shot into the room, followed
by Christo. My brother shouted at Andriena to drop the knife as Thierry launched
himself over me, the boy protecting me from my niece. For a second I didn’t
feel the pain, shocked that he would risk his life for me.
    “Drop the knife!” Christo shouted
again, pointing his gun at her.
    “No one touches my Alessandro!”
Andriena yelled back.
    “Do it now! Or I’ll shoot you.”
    A thud sounded, the knife hitting
the floor. Thierry was yanked away from me. Christo’s face appeared over mine,
his eyes filled with worry. He lifted up my garb, then placed the material
against it again, putting pressure on my wound. He started snapping off orders
to Thierry, instructing him to get a soldier called Paolo. I knew the knife
wound was serious, but I didn’t care, because now I knew without a doubt that
Thierry loved me. He’d risked his life for me, showing me through his actions
what Satan couldn’t deny. Satan remained