to rip her dress off.
Liam leaned forward an infinitesimal amount. Except, of course, Nunzio couldn't even manage that and was forced to use a knife he had on his person to cut it off her, including her bra and panties, to leave her completely naked.
This time when she looked at Liam, her pride had tripled, but it was also rimmed with deep humiliation. She fought to cover herself up but failed, not when she was held by her arms by two of Nunzio's goons.
“You know what I'm going to do to you?” Nunzio asked, using his index finger and thumb to wipe his nose. “I'm going to fuck what's mine, all the fucking time. And when I get tired of you, I'm going to throw you to my men, so they can pass you around between them. You understand that, you little bitch?”
With jerky movements, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. He kept looking at Liam for a sign of approval.
“Cunts need to be taught a lesson, huh, Stone? Or they get out of hand, huh?”
Liam nodded. He agreed, absolutely. Cunts needed to be taught a lesson.
“Spread her legs,” Nunzio ordered as he neared her.
“No. No. No.” She kicked out. “I would rather die a thousand deaths than have you touch me.”
Liam unfolded his body from the chair he had been sitting in and strode toward Nunzio who was still struggling to get his prick out. Taking him by the collar of his shirt, Liam lifted him and hurled him clear across the room. His bodyguards were too shocked to react instantly and raised their guns only when Nunzio, squirming on the floor shouted at them to.
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
Everyone there knew that Liam dealt with Romano Senior, and the older man held him in much higher esteem than he did anyone else, and ultimately, they all answered to the real patriarch of the Romano mafia.
The men seemed to hesitate, but it was clear they held little reverence for Nunzio and stood down.
Shrugging out of his jacket, he placed it on the shoulders of the trembling girl. He couldn't help grinning on the inside when she shot him a look of pure disdain. She had already assigned him a column and put him in the same category as Nunzio. But now that he stood so close to her, he saw something else in her eye. Intrigue. She was as intrigued with Liam as he was with her.
As he turned around to face Nunzio again, he realized her face, her fragrance—a fresh powdery scent—her sweet jawline would be forever imprinted on his mind. And he would never be able to erase her from his existence.
He stood over the writhing man on the floor as he pathetically nursed a bleeding nose, the result of the edge of a piece of furniture he collided with when Liam flung him aside. He tried to crawl away, but Liam stepped on his shirt, keeping him in place.
He shouted at his men to kill Liam, kill them all, and because none of them obeyed him just showed how little people thought of his presence. He then resorted to waving his knife feebly at Liam, while trying not to cry about his broken nose.
“You fucking broke my nose. When my father—”
Divesting him of the knife easily by kicking it out of his hand, Liam started to lose patience with him.
“I'm going to make this easy on you and do the decent thing. I'm going to purchase her from you. How much for the girl?” He turned and looked at her. “And her family?”
Nunzio couldn't seem to articulate his thoughts properly. He was embarrassed and angry, and Liam wished he could have twisted his neck right there and be done with him. He still might, but he needed to speak to Romano Senior first. For all their faults, Romano did love his children.
“Ten million dollars,” Nunzio spat like a petulant child and thought he had the upper hand in the game.
Liam pulled out his phone and instantly wired the money. If Nunzio thought Liam would not pay that amount and then feel as if he’d won a small victory, he didn't realize exactly how much Liam wanted her. Every part of her.
He then crouched down at Nunzio's side.
“If you so much as think about the girl, I will cut off your dick, feed it to your dogs, and make you eat their crap before I kill you. Do you understand what