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  “No, this is your fucking problem, asshole,” Rogan yelled into the phone. “The ceiling crashed in and could have hurt the tenant. Now you have twenty minutes to get your ass over here or I’m calling the building inspector. I know fucking people, dick,” Rogan ended the call.

  “Rogan?” Angelo said.

  “An asshole. He’s on his way.”

  “I should really go see if Helen is okay. I’ve helped her with shopping and things a few times. She’s old and can’t get around so good.”

  “You’re worried about her when basically she left something running upstairs that leaked through the floor and ceiling?” Angelo asked.

  “She’s old. What if she fell getting out of the shower or tub or something?” Caprice asked.

  Angelo’s eyes squinted. He looked at Rogan. “Let me go. I’ll call the cops on the way up.”

  * * * *

  Thirty minutes later, Angelo held Caprice in his arms as she cried about Helen falling and hitting her head. She had been lying there for almost two days, the poor thing. He watched Caprice comforting the woman and telling her that she would visit her at the hospital.

  “Do you want to try to salvage some of your clothes?” he asked her as she looked at the mess.

  Tears were in her eyes. “I didn’t have much, but what I did have is ruined,” she said and held onto a jewelry box.

  “We can get new clothes. Come on. You’re done with this place. The landlord is desperate to not have you file complaints against him. I got him to release you from the lease. Let’s get you out of here.”

  She looked upset, and sad, as he and Rogan headed out of the apartment building.

  She was quiet as he took her hand and placed it onto his lap. “It will be okay. We’re here for you, taking care of you, remember that.”

  She turned to look up at him. “I won’t be a burden. I fend for myself, always have, Angelo. And if I didn’t have you and Rogan with me today, then I don’t know what I would have done. Not with the debt to Billy O, or losing my paralegal job.”

  “Shhh, don’t think about what could have happened. We figured things out. You were honest with us, trusted us to know what was going on, and we told you how we feel. You’re our woman, Caprice. We’ll protect and care for you, and so will our men. In fact, I didn’t realize how much Rogan knew about building codes and violations,” he said and Rogan chuckled.

  “I know a lot of things, but I only use them when someone important is in need of help,” Rogan said, and Caprice smiled.

  “Thank you, Rogan,” she said.

  Angelo pulled her closer, then lifted her up to straddle his waist.

  “Do you know what I need right now?” he asked, and she placed her hands on his shoulders and shook her head.

  “Some loving from my woman,” he whispered, and she held his cheeks and stared into his eyes. Her green eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

  “Thank you, Angelo. I don’t know what I would have done without you there with me, and without knowing I have you, Vito, and Morano on my side.” She pressed her lips to his and they kissed until Angelo’s cell phone began to ring.

  * * * *

  The moment Angelo got her into the penthouse, she looked for Vito and Morano. She hadn’t known that they went to see Billy O, and Angelo hadn’t told them about her apartment. As Morano and Vito came into view, she stopped.

  “It’s over. No more debt. You’re free,” Morano said to her. She swallowed hard and hurried to him and Vito to hug them both at once. Then Morano gripped her hair and head and kissed her. She kissed him back, poured all her emotions and gratitude into that kiss as she climbed up his body and he lifted her up. He released her lips and cradled her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “We need you.”

  “I need you, too,” she said, voice cracking.

  As he brought her through the gorgeous penthouse, her heels falling from her feet, she barely could absorb it all; he was walking quickly to the bedroom. When he set her feet down on the thick, soft rug and reached for her top to abruptly remove it, she grabbed his hands.

  “Be careful. I need this outfit. It’s all I have left,” she said to him. He squinted at her as she helped undo the buttons.

  “We’ll talk about it later. She’s moving in here with us,” Angelo said.

  She could tell by Morano’s and Vito’s expressions that they were concerned, but then she started to undo Morano’s dress pants and soon they were all naked and she was on her back on the bed.

  Morano pressed her thighs wider, caressed them up and down. He held her gaze as he teased her clit and pussy lips with the pads of his thumbs.

  “You belong to us. Always,” he said to her.

  “I belong to you, and you belong to me,” she said.

  He winked, then lowered down and licked her cunt. She moaned and tilted her pelvis upward. The feel of his tongue stroking her pussy and her anus made her wild and needy. She gripped his hair. “Morano, please. Please, Morano.” She moaned and rocked her hips. He pulled back and slid a finger into her cunt. He lifted up over her and rocked against her, his fingers thrusting and stroking her hitting that special spot inside her channel.

  “Oh, Morano. Morano!” She cried out and came.

  “Fuck.”

  He pulled her down to the edge of the bed, aligned his cock with her pussy, and shoved into her balls deep. He gripped her hips and began to thrust and stroke into her pussy. He was relentless in his strokes, and when she reached for him he growled orders at her.

  “Arms up above your head. Keep them there. Let me watch your tits bounce as I fuck this pussy and claim you my woman. Mine!” he added with gusto.

  She felt her pussy spasm again, then Angelo and Vito slid onto the bed. Each cupped a breast and began to feast on her breasts. They sucked hard, then tugged and pinched her nipples with mouth and teeth. She shivered and shook as Morano growled, then came inside of her.

  “Mine,” Vito said, and Morano eased out of her cunt and Vito took his place and thrust right into her pussy next. Angelo released her breast, got up and went over to the bedside table. She looked at Vito. That intense, serious expression in his eyes on his face made her take pause and be in awe of the man. Just like his brothers, he emitted power, authority, and control, sending her cunt into double orgasm after orgasm.

  “Let me touch you. Please, Vito, I need to touch you,” she begged.

  He nodded as he thrust and she reached up and ran her palms up and down his chest. She pinched his nipple and he rolled over so she was straddling him. “Ride me. Take what you want and claim me, too,” he said to her.

  She rocked her hips, moved fast, deep, and was in the rhythm, causing him to moan and herself to moan, too. She was there, so there, when the large warm hand landed on her back and lowered her.

  “Yes. Oh yes, Angelo,” she said, and anticipated the feel of his thick, hard cock fucking her ass, filling her up.

  The cool liquid hit her anus. Her lips parted and Vito pulled her down to kiss her, plunging his tongue into her mouth and gripping her shoulders so she was restrained by them. A moment later, fingers thrust into her ass and she moaned again.

  “Fuck,” Angelo said, pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. A few seconds passed and she felt desperate, needy for the sensation when the tip of his cock touched her well-lubricated anus.

  “Ours. Forever. Never forget it.”

  He slowly pushed his cock into her ass and that was it. She was gone. Lost in their control, their possessive hands as both Angelo and Vito thrust into her ass and pussy until the bed dipped and Morano was there, cock in hand, ready for her mouth. She rose, struggling to reach his cock and then licking the tip as he gripped her hair and head.

  “Suck it. Pleasure me, woman, the way I like it,” he said, and she did.

  She licked and sucked his cock, gripped his balls in her palm and rubbed them, and massaged them as she bobbed her head up and down. They all moaned, including her, whi
le Angelo and Vito thrust faster and deeper into her. Morano picked up the pace, gripped her head tight and thrust into her mouth. She nearly gagged as he came and she swallowed fast. He pulled out and then Vito came next, and Angelo followed. She collapsed against Vito’s chest. She licked his skin and his nipple, then jerked when he smacked her ass.

  “Easy, wild one. Every part of me is a bit sensitive after that lovemaking session,” he said and she closed her eyes and lay against him, while Angelo pulled from her ass and then walked away.

  Vito rolled her to her back, kissing her neck and shoulder until Angelo climbed onto the bed with a towel to wash her up. They took care of her, then lay with her on the huge bed with the city skyline in the distance, four times the size of her entire apartment.

  * * * *

  “Did you take care of things, then?” Morano asked Angelo when they all were in the kitchen after taking showers and dressing.

  “Rogan was a huge help,” Caprice told him while sitting on the couch with Vito.

  “Rogan?” Morano asked.

  “Apparently, he knows a lot about building codes and saying the right things to get the landlord to beg Caprice to not press charges and report everything. It worked out well and her lease is done. No money owed, and now she can move in here with us,” Angelo told her and winked.

  “Um, there’s nothing to move in with. I don’t have any clothes, and no furniture worth bringing here. Just me,” she said with a soft smile, but looking emotional.

  “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that she’ll need a whole new wardrobe,” Angelo told them. “That means panties, sexy lingerie, everything,” he added.

  “Fuck, yeah, get out the laptop. I know exactly what I would love seeing our woman in,” Vito said and reached for the laptop on the table.

  She grabbed his hands. “No, you don’t. I am not going to let you dress me,” she told him.

  Morano held his laugh.

  “Why the hell not? You’ll look incredible. I told you I was going to spoil you.”

  “Exactly, Vito. I don’t want that. I want to shop for my own things. I want to pay for them,” she said, sitting there in his shirt and nothing else.

  Vito tapped her thigh. “That’s sweet, but it isn’t happening.”

  “Yes, it is,” she said and stood up, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and glared at Vito, then at Morano and Angelo.

  “Honey, you don’t have the funds right now,” Vito said calmly.

  Morano was surprised. Vito was never this calm.

  “I get paid after the performances Saturday. I’ll take that money and get a few necessities to hold me over for a week or two of work.”

  “You will not. We will take care of the necessities,” Vito said firmly, standing up and pulling her into his arms. He slid his hand under her shirt to her ass, exposing her to them.

  “Vito, I’m uncomfortable with that,” she said to him.

  “You’ll learn to let us spoil you and take care of you.”

  “You’re not picking out my clothes and dressing me.”

  “Fine, but I will buy you some things and you will wear them. One of us will accompany you to buy some clothes.”

  “No, I will start off slowly with the money I make Saturday.”

  Vito growled and pulled her into a hug. “I am not arguing with you.”

  “Good,” she said, and this time Morano laughed.

  She gasped as Vito smacked her hard on the ass. “Vito,” she reprimanded.

  “That’s it,” he said and pulled her with him to the couch, flipped her over his knee and spanked her ass.

  “Vito! How could you? Don’t you—”

  He slid a finger into her cunt and she moaned.

  “I can because you are mine. Now, get this straight. We’re in charge of you. What we say goes. Understood?” he asked, stroking her pussy.

  “No, it isn’t fair. I don’t want you spending money on me. You already helped out with—”

  Smack, smack, smack.

  “Vito.”

  “Caprice.”

  “Grrrr,” she growled and Angelo chuckled, then knelt down beside them.

  “Caprice, he can smack that ass and stroke that pussy for hours. Just accept the rules. We care about you, woman. It makes us happy to buy you things that you deserve to have.” She looked at him.

  “Yes?” he asked. She hesitated.

  Smack.

  “Yes. Okay, yes, I accept.” Angelo smiled at Morano and stood up. Vito lifted her up as if she were as light as a feather and she straddled his hips and exhaled.

  He cupped her cheeks and neck. “Good girls get rewards,” he said, then kissed her tenderly until Caprice was underneath Vito on the couch, ready for another round of lovemaking.

  Chapter 8

  “I can’t believe it. You and the Fiorre men, and me with Ivan and Victor,” Brandy said to Caprice while they shopped in the upscale clothing boutique.

  “I know. It’s been crazy. I’m so happy for you, Brandy. That you got the solo act and finally showed off your pipes.”

  Brandy smiled. “With your encouragement and training. I was scared, but so glad I did it. So, are you nervous about tomorrow night and the first performance?” Brandy asked.

  “Not really. I just want to make the guys proud and not screw up or anything. I kind of added a few moves and a different, sexy style to the song. Alanna thinks it’s great, but Charlie is a little worried about the bosses’ reactions.”

  “Sexy, huh? Sounds like you may get into a little trouble with the boyfriends afterward.”

  “You sound like you’ve done the same thing,” Caprice said.

  “Oh, you could say that my audition number led to Victor coming clean on his feelings for me in his office with Ivan.”

  Caprice waved her hand in front of her face.

  “Oh boy, that sounds hot.”

  “As hot as your men confronting you in their office, then taking you to bed?”

  She smiled wide and they laughed. Then Caprice’s cell phone rang. She looked at it and saw that it was Charlie calling.

  “Hi, Charlie, what’s up?”

  She listened to him go over some changes to the stage and how he wanted to go over a few things in an hour.

  “We’ll be done soon, and I can have Corrano and Rogan bring me to the club. I think the guys are there.”

  She spoke to him a little longer, then ended the call.

  “He’s so excited about the show. It’s not even sold out or anything. Just the regular crowd, from my understanding,” Caprice said.

  “You’ll make it to my performance next week, right?” Brandy asked.

  “Of course I will. I think Ivan secured two booths for us and the guys.”

  “Wonderful. It’s going to be great,” Brandy said and hugged Caprice’s arm, then they gathered the clothes and went to try them on.

  * * * *

  “Don? What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you,” Billy O said from behind his desk.

  He was freaking out the moment the guys in the front of the bar messaged him that Don and a few of his guys had entered the bar.

  He walked around the desk to greet him, but Don looked pissed and didn’t shake his hand.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Don asked, holding his gaze. The three goons behind him were in a ready stance.

  “What do you mean?”

  “When were you going to tell me that you fucked up and broke the deal we made?”

  “You mean about Caprice? Yeah, well, it didn’t work out after all. I’ll find someone else.”

  “No, you’ll get her.”

  Billy felt his throat dry up. What a fucking mess.

  “Not sure if you realize that she’s working at Club Magique, and word is she’s fucking the Fiorre brothers,” Billy told him.

  Don narrowed his eyes at him.

  “I saw her first, prepared her to perform on stage at one of the family clubs. Now I look like a fucking asshole. You said you
had her old man under wraps. I suppose that was a fucking lie, too,” he said. In a flash, each of his guards had a knife to Billy’s throat, and guns drawn on Kiernan and Marlin.

  “Easy, Don. Easy. There isn’t anything I can do about this. They paid off her debt, demanded that we stay clear of her.”

  “Can you get her away from them and deliver her to me in the next couple of days?”

  “What? How the hell can I do that? I can’t get near her, and the Fiorre family will have all our asses.”

  “You either get her to me, or die right fucking now,” Don commanded. He pressed the knife to Billy’s throat, and he felt his skin cut.

  “Okay, okay, I’ll try.”

  “You’ll do better than try. You’ll succeed. You get her old man to help to secure the deal. Threaten the mother, hell, put her in the hospital. Do what you have to in order to get Caprice to cooperate and go with you. When you’re set, I’ll have a plane on standby.”

  “A plane?”

  Don smirked.

  “I’ve been looking for a little revenge against Morano Fiorre for some time now. I’ve got a place I can take her, keep her for as long as I need. In the meantime, the Fiorre family will be busy trying to figure out who robbed the shipment coming in tomorrow night by the pier, hopefully at the same time you’re bringing Caprice to me.”

  Billy was shaking, he was so scared. This was going to cause a war between the Fiorre family and the Pasanno family for sure. Did Don lose his mind? What the hell was he thinking? Besides that, Billy could kiss his life and everything he had good-bye. The Fiorres and the Pasannos would see him as an aide to Don. He was a dead man either way. Looked like Caprice was done for, too.

  Chapter 9

  Caprice pulled the robe tight against the outfit she wore. She didn’t want her men to see her in it. She knew that the skimpy, tight, revealing sequined dress would probably piss them off, but it would look amazing onstage and also while she sang her own sexy rendition of “I Put a Spell on You.” The dress was provocative and really would add to the movements she did as she danced and sang. It accentuated her breasts, but had a piece of sheer overlay on each side that flowed freely when she moved, revealing the thigh-high cut to her hips. The gold material crisscrossed up her hips to her ribs, revealing skin. It dipped low in the back, too, but wasn’t as sexy as the thigh-high stockings and corsets she wore in the burlesque show. The sexy dance was going to really drive the crowd wild.