I'm Nothing (The Family Book 2)(6)

“Agh!” She cried out as he tightened his hold. His other hand wrapped around her neck, tugging her close.

Tears sprang to her eyes as he cut off her airway, making her fight.

“You see, Zara, I’ve killed women like you for a lot fucking less. I give you an option, and you think it’s an insult. Baby, you’ve got no idea what I can do to you, but I’m going to show you.”

He shoved her forward, so her body crashed over the desk. The impact of the hard wood winded her.

I’m fucked.

I’m totally fucked.

Me and my big fucking mouth.

Yes, it was a lot of fucks, but the occasion called for it.

Lucien stepped behind her. He pulled on her hair so she had no choice but to follow the action, and once again, his hand was cutting off her ability to breathe.

She clawed at the hand at her neck, trying to fight him.

“You see, Zara, it’s time for you to fucking learn your lesson.” He released her neck, and she gasped out, panting for breath. The hand that was on her neck moved down to cup her breast.

She tried to buck against him to get him off, but that didn’t happen.

“Let me go,” she asked, panting.

He pressed his cock against her ass, and she tried to fight him, to get away.

Slamming her back down on the desk, she cried out. The tears spilled easily from her eyes as he held her in place. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her ass, and she tried to contain her sobs.

“Stop, please.”

“I tried to be nice, and now you’re making me show you.”

“Fine! I’ll do it. Please, not now, not like this. Please.” She begged for him to stop.

“Do you really think you’ve got a choice right now?” He started to touch her, and Zara fought. Lucien only showed her exactly how he intended for her to submit, with violence.





Chapter Three



After the third meeting at Donnie’s, Tonio wanted the chance to relax and take a break. Nothing was coming together at his father’s laptop, nor was anything going well with The Family. The outpouring from their colleagues was less than desirable. No one wanted a bunch of teenagers controlling millions of dollars worth of illegal business. It was kind of pathetic. They were more than happy to torture said teenagers to mold them into taking over, but now, they wanted them gone.

Donnie had already taken out three hits on men who’d come after him. Tonio had killed many people in his life, but so far, he was being left alone, and that scared him more. He was used to being the one that was chased, not to doing the chasing.

At the end of the two hours of negotiating, and coming up with a plan on how to tackle their current problem, Tonio had wanted something to eat, and to also see Zara again. Pizza and Zara were a good mix as far as he was concerned. There were three men close to the family who had also been close to their fathers. The information they had suggested these men were working on not only a takeover, but also a mass kill as well. They were waiting for the right moment to take out all four of them. Tonio wasn’t interested in dying today, or any other day.

Driving down toward the pizza shop, he saw the sign read that it was open but the lights were out. In the back, he saw there was light, and when he glanced at the time on his dashboard, he saw it was only ten.

Zara opened late.

Climbing out of his car, he made his way toward the door. Tonio caught sight of a goon and paused.

Why the hell would Zara have goons in her shop?

He recognized them as he’d grown up with them, and was one himself.

Opening the door to the shop, Tonio made sure he had his hand wrapped around his gun.

“The shop is closed,” one of them shouted on a grunt.

“Sign doesn’t say so.” Tonio gripped the butt of his gun as the guy came toward the front desk.

Most of the time, he was recognized for being part of The Family. However, in rare circumstances, some people failed to do so, as did this guy.

“Listen, punk, get the fuck out of here now.”

Punk? Seriously.

Tonio reached across the counter, grabbing the bastard’s tie, and slammed him face first on the marble counter. Drawing his gun, he pressed it against the man’s face.

The man grunted, then tried to squeal.

Out of the back, another man came rushing out. Tonio held the man down, and pointed the gun at the other.

“I see we’ve got a problem here.”

Another man came out.

What the fuck?

“Fuck, that’s Tonio Guzman. He’s part of the mafia,” the third one said, holding up his gun.

“Ah, I see, a goon who knows when to be fucking respectful.”

“You don’t need to be here, Tonio,” the third man said.

“It’s Mr. Guzman to you!” He pressed the muzzle of his gun against the man’s head until he screamed like a little bitch. “Now, tell me, why you’re here.”

Silence fell around him.

“Tell me why you are or I’m going to start going psycho, and no one is leaving this quaint little pizza shop alive.”

The sudden feminine scream that echoed through the shop twisted something in Tonio’s gut. He remembered many feminine screams, and how he had to keep on doing what his father said even as they begged and pleaded with him to stop.

Lifting the gun up, he fired at the third man’s leg, then aimed at the second. “I’ve got an itching in my hand right now. What the fuck is going on?”

“We work for Lucien West, and we’re collecting a debt.”

He pulled the man up and slammed him down, knocking him out. “Have a good sleep.”

An older woman who looked a little like Zara came out of the backroom with her hand pressed to her mouth.

“Where’s Zara?”

Just as she was about to speak, Tonio heard the screaming.

Pushing past the older woman, he made his way toward the office. He didn’t wait. His life, past and present, seemed to meld into one in that moment. In the past, he was the one who caused the women to scream, and now he wanted the chance to protect.

Tonio slammed into the office, and what he saw sent him into a rage. Lucien fucking West was in the stages of getting his pants down, and Zara’s were already wrapped around her ankles. She was fighting, screaming, begging to get away, but he wouldn’t let her.

Moving forward, Tonio banded his arm around Lucien’s neck, and dragged him back, slamming him into the wall.

“What the fuck?” Lucien tried to fight back, but he was no match for Tonio. From years of being his father’s pet dog, Tonio had learned to fight better than the rest. He knew how to fight dirty, and how not to hold back.

Slamming Lucien into the ground, Tonio started to kick him.

“Tonio, stop,” Zara said.

He glanced over to her, and that was all the distraction Lucien needed, rolling away from him. Pulling out his second gun, Tonio trained it on Lucien.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Lucien asked.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I’m collecting a debt. This has nothing to do with The Family.”

“It does now.”

Lucien snorted. “This girl is nothing to you.”

“She belongs to me. You were going to rape her, sell her to your little buddies? What were you going to do, Lucien?”

“The girl’s in a lot of debt, and it’s going to take her a great deal to get out of it.”

Tonio nodded. “How much?”

Lucien gave a figure that had Zara gasping. Clearly Lucien thought he was an idiot. “I’ve put two bullets in your goons outside. I’m not above putting one in you.”

“You know The Family doesn’t like you,” Lucien said.

“Do I look like I give a fuck? They got a problem with the way we do business, they come to me.”

“Are you paying her debt?” Lucien asked.

“Yeah, I am. Get the fuck out of here, now!”

“I’m not leaving without my money.”

Tonio was tired, and he was pissed. He fired his gun, and a bullet went into Lucien’s foot. “You’ll get your money when I say!” Moving toward the man, Tonio dragged him out of the room and threw him at his goons. “I suggest you all get out of here, and now!”

Opening the door, Tonio nodded at them. All of them were screaming and crying out in pain.

He waited until they left the shop, Lucien giving one final threat that it wasn’t over. Tonio rolled his eyes. It was over.

Moving back toward the office, he found Zara sitting on the floor. Her jeans were now up her thighs, but she looked as pale as a ghost.

He knelt in front of her, keeping his hands by his sides. Placing his gun beside him, he held a hand up showing her he meant no harm.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Protect me?”

“Did you want me to let him rape you? Lucien would have, and I guarantee your debt would have still been intact.”

She shook her head, and he saw she was also shaking, which tore him apart.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

She wasn’t.

Tonio moved closer to her, and even as she tensed, he pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay.”

“Are they going to come after you?” she asked, resting her head against his chest.

Tears were falling down her cheeks, but she wasn’t sobbing or losing her shit. It was kind of surreal to be holding her. She smelled nice. Like pizza with an underlying vanilla tone.

“They can try and come after me. I’ve got my friends to have my back.”