Russo: His Untold Story (Blacklisted #3) by Maria Delaurentis Read Free Book Online

won’t mind joining me.” I’m a complete piece of shit. Why was I feeding her this bullshit right now? Fuck she deserved so much better.
    “That’s very sweet of you, I’d love to. But what about clothes? I didn’t pack anything!”
    “I already have a bag for you in the car, cara mia.” I winked and moved out of the car quickly before she’d see the look in my eyes. I was losing it fast. Her excitement, the trust she had in me—it was too much. I moved to her side of the vehicle and pulled her out, handing the keys to the waiting valet.
    “I’ll go back for our bags in a while. First we have to check in and see how the plan is working so far.”
    As I pulled her through the hotel I watched her take it all in. The Four Seasons was a far cry from the basement she had been staying in. She continued to spin around slowly as I checked us in, the clerk laughing quietly as his eyes followed Brie’s movements. I lead her to the elevators and pulled her in, my arm wrapping tightly around her. I was so scared to let her go—but only because I knew exactly what was coming.
    I had reserved a beautiful suite, my guilt undoubtedly doing most of the work here. Everything was picturesque, and perfect—much how I saw Brie. I quickly explained the layout of the room while I took my jacket off. When a knock sounded at the door I fought the urge to pull my concealed knife from my waist; I didn’t want to startle her.
    “I’ll get it,” I told her, before checking the small peephole. Oh, bellboy… Madonn, I needed to get my act together. I took the bags and tipped him, making sure to put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door after he departed. When I was all set I pulled my laptop out and called her over, patting the seat on the couch next to me. It took a moment for the surveillance feed to come through but soon my handiwork came to light. I had staged the room earlier, leaving an overnight bag, a bottle of champagne, clothes here and there. More importantly a small envelope sat on the bed, waiting for the sick fuck that I knew would show up.
    “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at the envelope. She always noticed the smallest things.
    “I had some of the other pictures of you I took printed; including the one you suggested.”
    “Oh the one with me in your bed, with the handcuffs?” Her cheeks flushed at the memory, a small smile teasing her lips. It was all I could do not to drag her into the bedroom right now. My hairs stood on end as I remembered every inch of her soft skin staring at me while she twisted her wrists and playfully begged me to remove the cuffs. Brie kept me in an eternal state of lust, confusion, anger, and guilt. I was having a hard time pulling myself out of the memory until sound emitted from the small speakers of the laptop.
    I watched eagerly as Genovese suddenly came into the scene. I felt like a kid who was just told he could eat all of his Halloween candy. He hadn’t sent someone else, he hadn’t ignored my baiting—he came. I watched as he angrily searched the rooms, seemingly annoyed that no one was there waiting for him. Soon enough he was taking the envelope from the bed, his hands tightening on the contents as he mumbled under his breath. I felt Brie shudder next to me, and realized how creepy this might be for her. I pulled her close but continued to watch as the piece of shit dropped his pants and boxers. This was the fucking icing on the cake. This sick old bastard was gonna beat his meat over some fuckin’ pictures. I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.
    “No he’s not really going to do that is he?” Brie shrieked, horror emanating from her eyes. The second he was touching his dick she looked away, more angry than upset at this point. That was my girl; all fire. It took a lot to break her. I buried my face in her hair and closed the laptop, deciding I didn’t need to expose her to more than necessary. The rest of the night went by in a blur of me doing anything I