Chapter 4 GOOD PET.

NATHANIEL – POINT OF VIEW

I freeze. My heart stops beating.

Silas sits up, “You know? You have known all these while?” He demands.

“You can’t fault my wife for keeping that information to herself,” Alex smirks, his eyes filled with delight.

The Mafia Families know how much I want to avenge my parents. They were taken from me at an early age, and the bastard who took them left a souvenir in the form of the scar on my face.

I barely survived. I remember waking up in the hospital, expecting to find my parents by my side, but all I found was Silas and his mother. For the past twenty years, I have been doing everything to avenge them. I rose our family’s Mafia from the ashes. I crawled my way to the top, thinking all the resources I had would help me find the man who set my world aflame, but every effort had resulted in dead ends.

Now, the most promising lead I have ever found has landed on the table, but at a cost.

“You know better than to threaten me.” I remind her.

“I have no choice.” She shrugs.

“I do. I can take you with me and drag the words from your lungs. I can point a gun at your daughter’s head and make you tell me. I can pull out your husband’s heart. There is so much I can do.” I smile, tilting my head.

She pales. “The … the Council will never let you!” She snap.

“The Council has let your family suffer. What makes you think the Council will care?” River glares at her, his jaws clenched.

“All I want is the merging of our families. I am not trying to hurt you, Nathaniel. Marry my Eve and empower our families. Everyone knows whoever touches you dies, whoever touches what is yours dies. Put us under your protection. Help us fight this RICO charge, help us win, and I will tell you what you need to know.” She pleads, reaching for my hands, but I don’t allow her.

“You want my help, yet you give me an ultimatum?” I scoff and stand up. River and Silas follow suit.

“This has been nice,” River says sarcastically, and we turn around.

My jaw is clenched. They have something I want, but no one commands me. No one commands me. I am Nathanila Bianchi. I will not bow to anyone.

“Wait, please,” Alex calls us desperately.

I turn around and stand.

“We will give you some information, then give you the rest after the wedding. This is not an ultimatum. It is a compromise. I want us to work together. I want you to save my family, please, Nathan. I will be a good wife to you. I will do whatever you want me to do, just please think about it.” Eve has tears in her eyes as she begs.

She grabs her mother’s purse and pulls out a flash drive. My heart skips a beat at the sight.

“In here is something very important. You will find the answer you need, but you won’t get everything. We spent so much money to get this information for you. This is a show of good faith, Nathan. My family doesn’t have much time.” She falls to her knees before me. I watch with a depraved sense of satisfaction as she crawls to me, then hands me the flash drive.

“Get up.” I snap, and she does.

I reach for her shoulder hard and whisper, “You want to be a good little wife, yet you are half in love with my closest friend.”

I let her go, and we leave.

The drive home is silent and full of tension. River is in a mood. Silas is quiet. Finally, we get home. I step out of the car and say, “The ball is in your court, River.”

Then, I walk away. Silas follows me, but River doesn’t. I walk past the armed men and the security channels. I open the door and exhale softly, but freeze immediately because laughter flows in from the kitchen. I frown and walk towards my grand kitchen, only to see Sabina and Asher.

“You’re back, Nathan! Look who I found. He cooks like a God.” Sabina giggles.

My temple throbs with a headache at the sight of Asher in an Apron and shirtless. Heat rushes through me, and blood roars in my ears. Sabina and Silas are speaking, but I can’t hear them. Instead, I lunge forward and grab Asher violently by the neck. He whimpers, which only makes me harder, but I don’t let him go, not until I have reached my bedroom. I throw him on the bed and lock my door.

He scrambles to the ground and falls to his knees, eyes full of tears.

“I’m sorry, she told me I could leave and said you wanted me to cook for you. I will do anything you want –”

“Shut up!” I snarl, my dick pulsing.

I reach for my trousers and pull out my throbbing, pierced, huge dick. His eyes widen, and he tries to stand up.

I pull my gun and aim it at his head. “Don’t fuck with me. You got me this worked up, so you will choke on my dick.”

“I … I …” He stammers, and I growl, “Put it in your damn mouth and lick it like a lollipop now, or I will blow your brains out.”

He nods and reaches for my cock with trembling hands. I inhale sharply, and my chest expands. My dick is so huge in his hands. My chest expands with pleasure, and my knees buckle when he feeds it into his mouth gently.

“Good pet,” I praise and thread my fingers into his hair, grabbing his head and shoving all my length into his mouth.

He chokes on it, but I don’t let him go. Instead, I slam my hips into his mouth hard, fucking his lungs.

I close my eyes and see stars. He wraps his hands around my hips and deep throats me.

“Fuck, Asher!”

I groan as I cum down his throat, my whole body trembling.