Trapped (Sinners of Boston #5)

29. Santino

TWENTY-NINE

SANTINO

Stay away from Delilah .

I thought I’d driven that point home with a mock execution, a brutal beat-down, and thoroughly humiliating him before I dumped his ass on Mikhail’s doorstep. The dumb fuck couldn’t take a hint. She walked out on him on his wedding day, and he still wouldn’t leave her alone.

It pissed me off.

I’d been willing to let him live. But now, I was going to decapitate him and punt his head into the harbor. The next day, I drove past his house in Providence, a Sig in my lap, but he wasn’t there. Delilah had given me the names of some businesses he owned. No dice. So I made a detour to my future father-in-law’s house.

One didn’t simply walk into a Pakhan’s home without getting shot by bodyguards, so I called Mikhail. Told him I was in the area and wanted to talk.

The gates opened after a thorough inspection of my car and a pat-down. Mikhail’s estate was a fortress. More cameras than a celebrity rehab center.

Guards led me through a manicured garden where Mikhail waited for me on the veranda, looking like the dictator of a small, corrupt country. He wore a black satin robe, his expression wooden.

Mikhail nodded. “Costa.”

“Thanks for meeting me.”

One of his men opened the door to his house, and he waddled inside. I followed, feeling naked without my piece. The house reeked of cigar smoke and old money. Heavy velvet drapes cast a dim pallor over everything, and the walls were lined with dark wood paneling.

Mikhail led me to a study. He gestured for me to sit, and I took the chair across the desk. Mikhail took his time, slowly making his way around, the desk chair groaning as he sat down. He made a show of arranging papers and stacking them before he finally looked me in the eye.

“I never thought my daughter would be involved with one of you.”

I sat down. “An Italian?”

“A Costa,” he spat.

“Maybe you should’ve taken better care of her.”

He stabbed his finger in my direction. “ Watch your mouth . You’re in my house. If you want to leave in one piece, you’ll speak to me with respect.”

Who did this guy think he was?

The tough guy act didn’t work when you ruined your reputation by allowing a psychopath to abuse your daughter.

I smiled, knowing it would incense him. “Your daughter came to me.”

“You defiled my little girl. Stole another man’s bride.”

Yes, I did . “She needed my protection from the man you sold her to.”

He made a dismissive hand gesture. “I should have never raised her in this country. It filled her head with nonsense. Dimitri is a good man.”

Debatable .

“You took advantage of my girl.” Mikhail pointed at me, his finger trembling. “You forced her.”

“There wasn’t any coercion.”

Mikhail’s eyes blazed. “She was engaged.”

I shrugged. “She ran away from the wedding.”

“I don’t believe it. You must have tricked her.”

I wanted to laugh. “Isn’t there footage of her fleeing the church?”

A rhetorical question, considering I’d watched it weeks ago when the video had made the rounds through the criminal underbelly.

Mikhail shook his head. “My daughter would never disobey me.”

This guy was delusional.

“Look,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Delilah made her choice. She’s with me now.”

“You’re either very brave or very stupid.”

My patience was wearing thin. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “She’ll just run back to me every time you force her into Dimitri’s arms.”

“Not if I kill you right now .”

I drummed my fingers on the desk. “Mikhail, I didn’t come here without backup. If you hurt me, they’ll make what you did to my cousin seem like a mercy killing.”

Mikhail’s face turned a deep shade of red. “Why are you here?”

“I came here to negotiate a truce. I plan on marrying your daughter. There’s no need for more bloodshed. Let’s focus on our businesses and keep our families out of it.”

His eyes narrowed. “What’s in it for me?”

“Peace. Stability.”

Mikhail shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under him. “And the terms?”

“I want Dimitri gone.”

Mikhail’s eyes flickered. “Why would I kill a man who’s been loyal to me?”

“It’s good business. Delilah will never go back to him willingly. If he tries anything against her, it’ll just escalate things. Plus, I’m prepared to offer you a payment in good faith to show I’m serious.” I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. “Half a million dollars. Your businesses will continue without any interference from us, and I’ll pull back any operations encroaching on your territory.”

He studied me for a long moment. “Half a million for my daughter?”

“I’ll do two hundred now and the rest when Dimitri is in a hole in the ground.”

He mulled over this, the silence stretching between us. Finally, Mikhail nodded slowly. “We have a deal.”

He extended his hand.

I hesitated before taking it. “When will it be done?”

“It might take a few days, but I’ll contact you.”

Delilah’s father waved me out. I stood, my stomach churning. He didn’t even flinch before serving up one of his men. I caught the gaze of the guard, who ushered me out of the house. I wonder how his guys felt about that.

Walking out of that house was a relief.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine shaking hands with a Romanov. Making a deal with her dad went against every sane instinct, and Delilah thought I’d trapped her?

Such a fucking lie .

She was mine. And I was all hers.

I told Vinn about the deal with Romanov.

He said he’d be speaking with Mikhail to iron out a few more details. There would be weeks of negotiations, but it looked like the alliance was moving forward.

Costas and Romanovs.

Working together for the first time in decades. I had my doubts. Mikhail wasn’t known for his honor. I didn’t trust him, but I didn’t have to. I had something he wanted. As long as we held each other’s balls in a vise, nobody could move.

When I got home, Delilah was perched on the couch, her legs crossed. She wore a black dress with a plunging neckline, the fabric hugging her figure. Loose brown waves cascaded over her shoulders, her lips painted deep red. She looked gorgeous, like an actress from a noir film.

She glanced up at me, smiling. “How did it go?”

Something flipped in my chest. Her smile always fucked me up. I crossed the room and stood in front of her.

“The deal’s moving forward.”

She arched a brow. “And you trust my father?”

“Nope.”

Delilah took my hand, gently pulling until I sat beside her. “Did he ask about me?”

“I told him I was taking care of you.”

She gave me a sad smile. “So he just handed me over? Again?”

“He tried to get you back, but I’m a good negotiator.” I leaned over, kissing her cheek. “With everybody except you.”

She put her hand on my chest, showering my skin with sparks. Any lingering sadness on her face vanished as she straddled my waist. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw.

“Speaking of, I need more money.”

My gaze drifted down her neck. “So that’s why you’re dolled up, huh?”

“You know me so well,” she purred.

My principessa had no concept of money. How did she already blow through what I gave her?

I stroked her hair, inhaling the scent of her flowery shampoo. Delilah kissed the base of my throat. She didn’t need to fuck me for money anymore. All she had to do was ask. Should I remind her? I couldn’t think while her lips teased me.

I groaned as warmth flicked my skin. She nipped at me. My thumb traced her mouth, and she let it slip inside. Her lips formed a tight seal around me. Then she sucked. Her tongue swirled around me, and my cock hardened.

“How much do you want, baby?” I whispered.

“Eight.”

Eight thousand ? “For what?”

“There’s a vintage Dolce dress on an auction website that’s exactly my size. I want it.”

Didn’t she give me that excuse already?

The questions faded as she slipped down between my thighs. She kneeled at my feet, hands on my thighs, and began unbuckling my belt. She ripped it off and tugged my pants. I lifted my hips, and she dragged my slacks and briefs down to my ankles.

Delilah wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed around the head, and precum slipped down my shaft. She leaned forward and licked. She didn’t take me in all the way, but her tongue swirled, caressing the underside of my cock.

My thigh muscles twitched.

The first time she’d wrapped her lips around me, it’d been at the hotel. I’d dragged her mouth to my cock sometime during the night, enjoying the sight of theRussian princess at my feet, giving me a hand job with her engagement ring still on.

Then she took me in her mouth. I remembered feeling out of my depth. That I’d planned to own her, but…the way she made me feel? She owned me. It began my obsession with her. I’d pay every last dollar in my bank account to keep her.

Delilah buried her face between my thighs. Her little mouth could barely fit me, but her throat opened up nicely. I kept my hands at my sides for as long as I could before I grabbed her hair. My hips rocked slightly as I guided her mouth up and down my shaft. She hummed around me, and my balls tightened. It felt too good. I pulled her off my spit-slicked cock, hauling her up my body.

She crawled over my lap, and my cock slipped into her soaked pussy. She braced herself on my shoulders and rode me, giving it her all. I sat back, watching her. Her eyes fluttered. The shoulder strap of her dress slipped. I tugged it down further, exposing her tits. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her toward me. She lost her balance, catching herself on the back of the couch. I grabbed her breast. Sucked it into my mouth. My tongue played with her nipple, and my cock twitched inside her. She moaned, her hands sliding to my hair and tightening.

Bossy girl .

Her tit slipped out of my mouth with a pop. I lifted her off me, my hands grabbing her ass. Holding her, I stood up and stumbled for the bedroom. She slipped down my arms, but I caught her before her toes hit the ground. She slammed her lips into mine. She really wanted that money.

I fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “For eight grand, you need to give me more than your mouth and pussy.”

Her mouth twitched. “You want to fuck my ass?”

Blood pounded in my ears. “ Yes .”

“Take it, then.”

When she offered herself up like that, I couldn’t resist. I positioned her over the bed, grabbing cuffs from a drawer and tying her ankle to the ropes attached to the footboard. Then I hiked up her other leg, tying that one, too. When I finished, she was bent over, perfectly exposed to me. I grabbed a bottle of lube before I slid inside her soaking pussy and squirted a dollop onto her. I grabbed her ass, my thumb following the trail of lube and slipping inside her.

So fucking tight.

Delilah moaned as my thumb worked her. I applied more lube, slowly opening her up with another finger. Then I tossed the lube aside. My cock twitched inside her as I watched her squirm. She was a sight—tied up, exposed, and ready for me. I kept slamming into her, my balls tight and aching. Fuck. She felt too good. I buried myself deep as I came.

I caught my breath and pulled out slowly, not wanting to leave the warmth of her pussy.

Panting, she turned her head to the side. “Oh my God, Santino.”

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back. “More, principessa?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

My cock throbbed. I pulled all the way out of her, covered in our combined cum. I grabbed the lube, slicking it over her and myself, prepping her for the next round. I lined up myself at her asshole. The tip of my cock pressed against the puckered hole. Slowly, I pushed in. Her body tensed, but she made the effort to relax and push back against me. Inch by inch, I worked my way inside, and she gasped.

Once I was fully seated, I paused, giving her time to adjust. She clenched around me, her body trembling. I pulled back slightly and then thrust in again, harder.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

She was tight. It took every bit of control not to just pound into her. I started moving, building a slow rhythm. She screwed her eyes shut, meeting my thrusts. Her gasps turned into keening wails.

My hand slid around her waist, finding her clit. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts, her body convulsing with each touch. Her moans were different this time, deeper, more primal. She was close.

“Come for me, Delilah.”

She screamed, her body locking up as she came hard, her muscles squeezing me like a vise. I kept thrusting, riding out her orgasm until I felt my own release building. With a final, deep thrust, I came inside her again, filling her up completely.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. I slowly pulled out, watching my cum drip from her. She looked thoroughly fucked, her body spent and quivering.

I untied her, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the bed. I laid her down gently, brushing her hair from her face.

“You did good,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “I’ll get you that money.”

She smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering shut.

As she drifted off, my heart pounded. That post-nut clarity hit like a freight train. Delilah had been burning through cash faster than a forest fire. Vintage dresses and shit—sure, she liked them—but this was starting to feel off.

I slipped out of the bed, my gaze catching her laptop left carelessly open on the dresser. A move so unlike Delilah, who was always covering her tracks. Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe it was the trust issues talking, but I needed to know.

I crossed the room quietly, opening her laptop. It hummed to life under my fingers, the screen lighting up to show her email logged in and open. My eyes darted to her bank notifications—too many recent transactions not to raise a flag.

I clicked it. Bank statements lined up like a breadcrumb trail of deceit. I went through the tabs, scanning the transactions. My jaw clenched as the pieces started falling into place. Large sums of money were disappearing into accounts I didn’t recognize. Dresses, my ass. She’d been lying to me.

Every transaction was a jab to my gut. Payments to suppliers, rent, design fees—she’d built something big behind my back. Every dollar I gave her was being funneled into her secret life.

I’d known from the beginning what this was. She wanted my money and protection. I’d agreed to it. Hell, I’d even liked it at first. But now it fucking wore on me. The more she took, the more I felt like nothing I gave her would ever be enough.

I turned back to the bed. The woman I called principessa stirred on the bed, murmuring something in her sleep. A storm brewed inside me. Mikhail and Dimitri were still threats, and now I had Delilah’s secret stacked on top.

I needed to confront her, but not tonight.

I closed the laptop with a snap.