Chapter 66 Chapter 66
Chapter 66
Nina’s POV
I stared at the laptop like it might bite me. Silver lid closed. No brand sticker. Just clean. New. Too new for this house. My heart still hammered from the aftershock of coming so hard in the shower. Body loose and heavy. Mind foggy. But curiosity cut through it fast.
I reached over. Flipped it open.
Screen lit up soft blue. No password. Just straight to desktop. My desktop. The one I knew. Pink background with medical icons scattered. Anatomy diagrams pinned to the wallpaper. My school email icon sat right in the middle. Still logged in. Gmail tab open in the browser. Unread messages stacked high.
I blinked hard. Leaned closer. Scrolled the inbox. Isabella’s last email from two weeks ago—before everything went to hell—still there. Subject: “Exam laptop setup – don’t lose this one, dummy.” Attachment: setup instructions. Timestamp matched. They hadn’t wiped it. Hadn’t even logged me out.
They kept it. My school stuff. My life. Untouched.
A laugh bubbled up. Short. Disbelieving. Then died quick. Why? Why give me this now? After the gun to my head. After the threats. After everything.
I needed answers. Or at least faces to read.
I shut the laptop. Set it careful on the bed. Stood up. Pulled on a loose hoodie over my damp skin. No bra. No panties. Just the hoodie and shorts. Bare feet on the wood floor. Quiet steps down the stairs.
The house felt wrong. Too dark. Too quiet. Lights off everywhere except a low glow from the living room. Evening already? I glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost eight. Shit. I’d slept the whole afternoon away. Body still humming from the orgasm. Thighs sticky. Mind slow.
I padded toward the light. Stopped at the doorway.
Dante sat on the big black leather couch. Legs spread wide. Black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Pants open. Thick cock out. Hard. Wet. A blonde on her knees between his thighs. Fake tan. Big fake tits spilling out of a tiny red dress. Ass round and high. Fat in the way men like him paid for. Her head bobbed fast. Sloppy. Gagging sounds loud in the quiet room. Spit dripping down her chin. His hand fisted in her hair. Guiding her rough. Not gentle. Not caring if she breathed.
She choked. Pulled off with a wet pop. Gasped. Dove back down. Took him deep. Throat working. Dante’s head tipped back. Low groan. Hips lifting just enough to fuck her mouth harder.
I stood frozen. Heat rushed to my face. Not embarrassment. Anger. Fed up. Tired of walking into their world like this. Tired of being the outsider who had to pretend it didn’t exist.
“What the fuck,” I said loud. Voice sharp. “You guys are horny perverts. Get a room or take a fucking break.”
I reached over. Flipped the light switch. Bright overhead flooded the room.
The blonde jerked up. Lips swollen. Mascara smeared. Dante’s eyes snapped to me. Dark. Dangerous. Cock still hard. Shining from her spit.
“What the fuck, Nina.”
His voice came low. Warning.
I crossed my arms. Didn’t back down. “I should’ve hidden a gun today. But baby steps, right?”
Thought stayed in my head. Didn’t say it out loud. But the look on his face said he heard the defiance anyway.
The blonde wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Looked me up and down. “Is she the new maid? I need a glass of water.”
Dante didn’t take his eyes off me. “You heard her. Get her a glass of water.”
I didn’t move. Just stared back.
He reached slow. Pulled the gun from the holster under his arm. Black. Sleek. Same one Enzo used earlier. Barrel up. Then pointed it straight at my forehead.
“Go.”
My stomach dropped. But I turned. Walked to the kitchen. Legs felt wooden. Poured water into a tall glass. Cold. Ice clinked. Carried it back.
She took it. Smiled fake sweet. Then I “tripped.” Foot caught nothing. Glass tilted. Water splashed out. All over her dress. All over Dante’s open shirt. Cold. Wet. Spreading dark patches.
She shrieked. Jumped up. Hand raised like she was going to slap me.
Dante caught her wrist. Hard. “What’s your problem?”
I shrugged. “Saw a laptop in my room. Figured someone left it.”
He let the bimbo go. Gun still in his other hand. Lowered now. “Yeah. I kept it there. Don’t you have school or whatever the fuck you do?”
“It’s the one Isabella gave me.”
He tilted his head. “Do you want the laptop or not?”
I sighed. Long. Tired. “I want the laptop.”
“Good.”
He turned away. Dismissed me. The blonde started peeling off her wet dress. Red fabric clung. Slid down her curves. Tits bounced free. No bra. Nipples hard from the cold water. She reached for Dante’s shirt. Tried to pull it off him too.
He caught her hands. Looked at me over her shoulder.
“You should disappear.”
I disappeared.
Up the stairs. Fast. Shut my door. Locked it. Heart racing. Not just from the gun. From the whole scene. The rawness. The way he didn’t even try to hide it. The way she just… performed.
I opened the laptop again. Screen woke. Notifications flooded the side bar. Mostly school stuff. Assignments. Reminders. But one name stood out. Amanda. Ninety percent of the unread were from her. Texts. Emails. Group chat pings.
I clicked the first one that loaded. Top of the inbox. Sent three days ago.
Subject: Urgent – call me ASAP
Body:
Nina, I think they want to kill you.
My breath stopped. Fingers froze on the trackpad. Eyes locked on those five words.
The room felt colder suddenly. Laptop light the only thing bright in the dark.