My palms twitched with anger as I watched my brother enter the house. His body was battered and bruised, reminding me how close we came to losing him at the hands of Ivanov. I pulled him into an embrace as soon as he was within reach, needing to feel he was real.

“Antonio.” My throat tightened with profound guilt and sadness. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“I’m fine, Brother. Sit down, and I’ll fill you in on everything.”

For the next several hours, Antonio told us everything he could remember. Blistering, fiery anger coursed through my body as he described how Dmitri took him and how he was now holding his own daughter against her will.

“What are we going to do about it?” I looked at my older brother, who was standing beside a man he’d introduced as Bastian Silva. Dmitri might have been this woman’s father, but she was now Matias Silva’s heart—and we would stop at nothing to bring her home to him. We owed him that much for saving Antonio.

“We found some information showing he has an estate somewhere outside of Vegas. When we find out where we will pay him a visit,” Bastian explained his English pretty spot on for a man who rarely came to the States.

“Let me know when. I want to be there.” I folded my arms across my chest and growled. “This motherfucker is going to pay for everything he has done.”

Antonio took a deep breath and looked at Massimo, who nodded.

“There is something else you should know, Vin.”

I glanced between my brothers. “What is it?”

“We found evidence that Dmitri is the one who killed Miguel’s sister and tried to frame you. We also believe his first attempt at trying to take Catarina was a diversion to get to one of us. I just happened to be the poor schmuck he got first.”

I paced the floor, trying to tame the demons inside me. I had to get out of there and let the beast out, or I was going to explode. The darkness I fought was always close to the surface, and hearing Dmitri Ivanov was responsible for everything woke the monster inside. I needed to funnel the anger elsewhere, or it would only lead to bloodshed.

“I need to go. Call me when you have something.”

“Vincenzo.” Antonio stood slowly and pressed his hand to my back. “Don’t do anything stupid. We need you, okay? Let Massimo and Donny figure out where he is, then you can have your revenge.”

“Fine.” I nodded my head, covering his hand with mine. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Hurrying from the house, I was aware of my siblings’ stares. Everyone worried I would succumb to my urges to inflict pain. The only problem was, I already had. Pointing my bike in the club’s direction, I knew exactly what I needed. It was the only way to satisfy the need to punish someone without risking something illegal. I quickly returned to the restaurant, ensuring Riley didn’t need me, which she didn’t—they were about to close up, anyway. Still needing some time to cool off, I rode around the city. It was nearly midnight by the time I pulled into Discoteca.

Fantasia was on the second floor of my brother’s club. He’d added it for people with freaky needs like mine. Initially, I was worried he would be embarrassed that I took part in what the club offered, but he understood why I needed the outlet and said nothing. None of my family wanted to see me revert to the monster I’d once been. Stepping into the elevator, I blew out a breath. Everything was spiraling out of control, and I feared I was already losing myself. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the threshold that separated me from La Lama.

The metal doors parted, exposing the sleek interior of Fantasia. Inhaling the leather scent, I stepped onto the plush carpet and scanned the room. Holly was behind the bar, serving several of the scantily dressed members. Glancing my way, she smiled and held up a glass, silently asking if I needed a drink. Shaking my head, I walked toward the back office, unnoticed by the patrons. I needed to get out of the clothes I had on and get into character—it was the only way I could utterly lose myself.

Setting my helmet on the desk, I stripped off the leather jacket I wore and tossed it onto the chair, then changed into the leather pants I kept at the club for this very reason. It wasn’t hard to find someone willing to submit to my needs. Women usually begged to play with me. Most pretended not to know I was an Anastasi out of respect, or maybe even a little fear. I was one of the most desired Doms in the club. Finding pussy was as easy as snapping my fingers.

“Looking for a submissive tonight?” The timbre voice of Max, another member of the club, grinned as he leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“Yes. You?”

“Nah. I just fucked the hell out of a pretty little brunette. Calling it a night and heading out.”

I raised a brow, wondering if she would want another round with me. “Was she any good?”

“She could barely handle me. There’s no way she can take what I imagine you want to give tonight.” He gave me a knowing grin.

“What makes you say that?”

“The look in your eyes says you want to punish tonight. The girl I just fucked is too new. Tonight was a first for her.”

“Yeah. She couldn’t handle what I need tonight.”

He patted me on the back and jerked his head toward the bar. “Try the redhead.”

I looked in the direction he motioned to and saw, hands down, the most stunning woman in the club. It looked like she was wearing a wig, but many people came here in disguise, so that didn’t bother me. I didn’t want to know them personally—I only wanted their body for the evening.

“Thanks. I’ll do that.”

Leaving his side, I slid onto the stool beside her and ordered a vodka tonic. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “You looking for a Dom tonight?”

Her head turned toward me, giving me a glimpse of her piercing green eyes. Like two magnets, they drew me into their depths of mystery. The leather mask did nothing to hide their beauty, only accentuated them.

“Isn’t that why most come here?” The rasp of her voice caused my dick to harden as she spun on the stool, scanning my bare chest.

“I like it rough. Can you handle that?”

She ran her palm along the ridge of my muscles and pinched my nipple. Leaning in close, as I had done to her moments ago, she pressed her lips against my ear. The heat of her breath sent a shock wave of desire straight to my cock, making my balls pulse with energy.

“Hard. Rough. Painful.” She tugged my hand between her legs. “It’s got my pussy wet thinking about it.”

My cock strained harder against my pants, threatening to rip open the metal cage holding it in. I stood, taking her hand in mine.

“Let’s go.”

She followed me into one of the private rooms and shut the door. I walked to the table, pushed it against the back wall, and flicked on the music. The room filled with Sucker for Pain, which seemed fitting for what I wanted—no, needed—to do to her body.

“Take off your clothes and kneel.” I watched in amazement as she stripped off the corset top and leather skirt she was wearing without hesitation.

Already bare beneath the fabric, she dropped to the floor, ready to be commanded. My hands twitched with need. Unlike previous subs, this woman had me enthralled in ways I couldn’t explain. Her body was perfect with clothes—without, she was a vision to behold. Even hidden behind the leather mask, her eyes glinted with intrigue. They were the most captivating green I’d ever seen, locking me in place like a leash had been wrapped around my neck. I had no doubt being this up close and personal that she was wearing a wig, but the fake red locks gave her a sexy fucking vibe that was hard to ignore.

“Do as you please with me, Sir.”

Her soft voice broke me from my trance, snapping me back to the present. Stepping forward, I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

“Your body will belong to me after tonight. Are you prepared to submit yourself to me and only to me?”

She held my gaze, searching my eyes for what I wasn’t sure. Everything about her had me feeling on edge—which was unusual for me. She might not know it yet, but this woman may very well hold the power that would be my undoing.

My cock pressed against the leather, begging to be let loose of the confines. I needed to know she was willing to belong to me—even if it was only for tonight.

Like a rubber band being stretched to its breaking point, I snapped when she spoke the one word it took to release the monster, pleading to be let out.

“Yes.”

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