Luca's pov
His name was Danilo Torello, the older brother of Amanda's late husband, aged sixty-one, a retired construction worker, a husband and father of three, grandfather of four.
His relationship with his late brother was nonexistent. He'd basically ignored the existence of the younger Torello and his family until he died.
And then he'd showed up for the funeral, set eyes on Cara and decided he can no longer stay away. The shameless bastard hadn't even tried to hide his perversion, he was caught harassing young Cara in public on different occasions and was even boldfaced enough to propose that Cara quit school to come live with him instead, promising a substantial sum of money to Amanda. It was a wonder why the woman didn't take up on his offer, maybe that had been a stretch for even a conscience as vile as hers.
Danilo was a disgusting creep alright but something didn't add up. It says on his file that he was a technophobe and didn't even own a cellphone nor knew how to use one because he thought they were "evil" and "wrong" for the world. It didn't make sense that he was distributing non consensual sexual content on the dark web.
He was also a little bit of a homebody and would hardly leave the walls of his modest bungalow on the outskirts of Little Village. If he assaulted Cara almost every night for years, there was no way that would have been possible which meant two things– there was someone else involved, the main culprit and Cara was protecting whoever it was for some reason.
However, her efforts were pointless. I could always get my answers elsewhere. There was virtually nothing Grigori couldn't uncover.
I was feeling very bloodthirsty and unfortunately for me Danilo Torello was already six feet below before I can put him there myself. I needed to sate the vengeful devil inside me somehow. I picked up my phone and dialed Grigori.
"I want you to track Danilo's illegal content distribution and get me the data of every transaction plus the buyers."
"Yes, boss." Grigori answered. "But I must say, that would take a while."
I considered his words before giving a small nod of acceptance. The wait would be worth it. "Do your best."
I tossed the phone back on my office desk and reclined into the backrest of my chair. My blood was hot and violent in my veins as I pictured the things I'd do to Danilo Torello's accomplice. And their buyers, too, for they'd made the single, big mistake of subscribing to Cara's suffering and drawing deranged pleasure from it. They all deserved to be lying in the bottom of the ocean as fish food.
As for Amanda, an icy smile curved up my lips, she wasn't going to be spared. One way or another I'd drive her out of the family and unleash my full wrath on her. Someone as contemptible as her didn't deserve to keep the Salvatore name. The sooner she was out of my father's life and paying for her actions, the better. I didn't think I could go one more day knowing a witch like her was living under the same roof as him.
Cara was asleep when I returned to the bedroom, looking more at peace than she'd ever been. I was proud of her for speaking about her horrible experience, grateful that she finally confided in me. And I wasn't going to let her down, every single one of the men responsible for her trauma would pay with their lives. That, I swear on my mother's grave.
I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and tucked her properly before heading back to my office to finish with some paperwork.
The next morning, Cara was acting a little weird, avoiding my gaze as she mumbled an awkward "good morning" as a greeting instead of kissing me like she always did.
Her big, free spirited smile was also missing.
My eyes narrowed. "You're forgetting something."
She blinked up innocently at me, her blue eyes clouded with hidden emotion. "What?"
"This." I said before crushing my lips to hers.
She melted immediately, kissing me back, matching my fire. I groaned into her mouth, my hands slipping under her slip and finding her ready for me.
I broke away from her, trailing kisses down chin to her throat to her beautiful tits and all the way to the luscious flesh between her thighs.
She moaned sexily when my mouth sucked on her labia, a sound that went straight to my groin. I lapped on her pussy, licking up her sweet arousal and eliciting a fresh rush. Soon, she was writhing and whimpering and begging for release.
I let myself get drunk on her nectar, reveling in how delicious she tasted. "You're the best thing I've ever tasted." I growled against her swollen folds. "You're sweeter than honey, I want to eat you out forever."
A pleasured sigh escaped her lips and she thrust her hips into me, wanting my mouth on her as much I wanted it.
She came apart when I drove my tongue into her, crying out my name like a key on a grand piano.
I came up and kissed her, letting her taste for herself how wonderful her juice was. Then I undid my pants and fucked her brains out, all the while letting her know that I wasn't going to tolerate any awkwardness from her.
"Don't you ever act professional with me again." I grunted as I rammed into her. "Do you understand?"
She let out a series of incoherent whimpers, her eyes fluttering with pleasure. "Yes."
"Try it again and I'd spank your ass so hard you'd be unable to sit properly for days."
She moaned deeply as if turned on by the thought, her fingers digging into my back.
I watched her, drinking up the sight of her sensually parted lips, her bouncing boobs, her tightened belly and my thrusts grew uncontrolled, wrecking her walls until she was coming again in violent waves.
She cried out my name again, evoking my own release and I came with a roar, jerking uncontrollably into her as she milked every last drop of my orgasm.
I fell on top of her, careful not to crush her with my limp, heavy body. We were both breathing hard, drenched with sweat. I held her longer, not caring that we both reeked of sex, waiting out the after sensations of our explosive love making.
"That was amazing." Cara panted into the silence as I rolled to the side and brought her with me.
I lifted her wrist and placed a kiss on the inside. "YOU'RE amazing."
A delectable blush stained her cheeks and I marveled at how beautiful she was. However, something heavy was shifting into her gaze.
"Are you… are you not going to ask about this?"
It took me a second to realize she was referring to the faint cuts on her wrists. I regarded them shortly before redirecting my gaze to her. "You don't have to tell me about it if it's too hard for you."
"I want to." She said immediately, taking in deep breaths like she'd done the last time. "I did it to myself."
My chest tightened immediately and she must have felt it because she reflexively tried to pull away. I held her even closer.
"Tell me, bambina."
She sawed on her lips. "It's stupid but I did it to cope. I didn't even know when and how I started. I just… I just found myself scratching on my skin when I was plagued by my memories. I'd use anything– my fingers, a shaving stick…"
Dio. A fresh boil of fury bubbled up in me, filling me with more murderous intent. Danilo and his sick buyers were practically dead men walking at this point. Knowing that I won't be the one to personally take out all of them riled me even more.
Cara's eyes were glistening with tears. I cupped her face, forcing her to look directly at me. "From the faintness of the scars, it's clear that you overcame it. You quit, you won. And I promise you amore mio, nothing else would haunt you now that I'm here."
She sobbed on a chuckle. "Thank you."
"For what tesoro?"
Her expression turned coy. "For you know, staying."
Placing a kiss on her brow I said, "I'm supposed to thank YOU for that instead. I fucked up a lot in the past and you're still here with me."
Amusement played on her sexy mouth. "Only because you refused to let me go."
My mouth twitched with a smile. "Well, that is true."
She giggled as I sank down to her neck, planting open mouthed kisses on her skin. Her little mewls had me hard and ready for her again. An hour and a few minutes later and I had her screaming my name three more times.