3. Chapter 3

Demi

A fter two days of waiting on an email from Edward, it finally arrived. I knew it would, my special treats worked like a charm just as I planned. I just knew he would take a little convincing and the way to every man's heart is always food—or a blow job. I doubt he would have accepted the blow job, so lady fingers it was. The email stares at me ominously as it waits to be swiped open. Time feels like it freezes for a minute while I wait for the message in the email to load. When it finally opens, my eyes race over each line, reading the acceptance letter carefully.

Demi,

I am pleased to announce you have been selected to participate in the Night to Remember Auction held on May 10th at Club Lust. A town car will pick you up at the address you provided, and return you back there at the end of the event.

You are to ensure that you are free from Friday night until Sunday night at midnight. Once purchased, you, the merchandise, will spend the weekend with the winning bidder. At the end of the weekend, you will be returned back to Club Lust and you will be compensated.

You will wear your best lingerie on stage. Hair and makeup will be supplied, courtesy of the club. To keep identities private, you are to choose a name to be called for the weekend.

If there are any further questions, please do not hesitate to reach out.

The email goes on to list the date and time. This opportunity couldn't possibly be any more perfect than this. Saturday is Jay's birthday. I have two days to pick up some new lingerie, find a birthday card for Jay, and tie up all my loose ends. Everything has gone exactly as Cecile described. This will be not only an easy surprise to pull off, but the best birthday present of all. I've really gone and outdone myself, but I like to give my man what he deserves, and Jay deserves revenge. Besides, it's the only thing I could think of that Jay doesn't have. He's so hard to shop for. I sigh, thinking about my tall, dark, and handsome Italian stallion. It has me licking my lips, remembering this morning and the way his eyes drank me up like a cool glass of water on a hot summer day. The way my man only has eyes for me makes my heart skip a beat. I know I'm hard to handle but that man was made for me and all my crazy. I giggle to myself, just thinking about all the things I can't wait to do for him. Leaning back in my lounge chair, I watch as the water in the pool laps at the edges. It's not even ten in the morning and I've already plotted the perfect revenge murder.

While Daddy Jay works the day away doing all his hard Mafia Don tasks, I message Cecile to have her complete my errands and pick out the perfect lingerie set for the auction. I'm so lucky to have Cecile. She's always been a bit of a double agent. Her loyalty can't be bought. She's my cousin. Our family blood runs thickly through our veins. The auction to lure Ghost into my hands was all her diabolical thinking. Brilliant minds just happen to run in our family.

I send a different list to Frank. He's in charge of making sure I have all the tools I will need. Shibari ropes, a carving knife like the kind you use to dismantle a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. I won't be cooking turkey though. Instead, I'll be serving up a heaping portion of equal parts justice and revenge. Poor Ghost will never realize what's in store for him or his body.

I laugh maniacally at my own deranged humor. The Ghost is about to become an actual ghost instead of just a washed up, wannabe-exiled-member-of-the-Mafia slinging dirty deals to anyone desperate enough to make one with him.

Ghost is lucky Jay wasn't there the night he killed his brother. Jay would have shown no mercy, and two years later, given the opportunity, I know he won't show mercy now, either. Ghost thinks he got away with it. He thinks Daddy Jay licked his wounds in defeat and took the high road, but he never accounted for me. I'm the damn Mafia queen, and I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike him down once and for all. A queen waits patiently, acting quietly in the shadows of grief to plot her vengeance. Only revealing her true intentions at the very end, once victory belongs to her, and that's exactly what I've done.

I will never forgive.

I will never forget.

I will sentence him to death; as his judge and executioner. Hand-delivered to Jay like the juicy little morsel he is. He will pay for what he took from us, for what he took from Jay. Ghost destroyed my family and now I'm going to destroy him. He ripped out Jay's heart and left a black hole where the organ used to be. An empty void that was impossible to repair, no matter how hard I've tried. Watching my man hurt like that damn near broke me. I swore I would find a way to make things right. Lucky for me, the opportunity finally came knocking at my door.

Of course, I'll let Jay do the honor of ending Ghost's life, but I'll serve it up for him on a golden platter just the way he deserves, like the finest cut of meat just waiting to be carved into a million tiny little pieces. After all, he's the one in need of closure. When he's finished, I'll bake him a little surprise and give him the best birthday sex of his life.

This is going to be the beginning of a new era for my big, bad Mafia daddy. He's going to make an example of Ghost, and show everyone in this stupid city exactly why you don't mess with our family. Occhio per occhio, an eye for an eye.

The streets can flow with the blood of our enemies for all I care, and I'll be right there, bathing in it.