Page 11 of Mafia And Taken
“She may be a woman, but she is here with great reluctance,” I snapped.
He closed his eyes briefly. “Very well.”
The doctor knew I wasn’t going to change my mind.
"I’ll need your assistance. The best spot is between her shoulder blades. I need her laying on her front.”
She had only my jacket and a sheet covering her torn nightgown. I didn’t want to expose her body to anyone else’s eyes. I rolled her body so that she was on her stomach, all the time making sure that her body remained largely covered by the sheet.
Then, pulling my jacket part of the way down, I took my knife and sliced through the satin fabric at the top of her back, exposing her delicate skin.
The doctor got a syringe ready and inserted it in the optimal position and then covered it with a small dressing. The tracker was the size of the lead tip of a pencil and was the ideal way for me to keep control of her. I would always know where she was, and she wouldn’t be able to get away from me.
The idea of having control over her made my dick stir.
She looked so helpless and vulnerable in her current state…and I liked having her powerless in my bed like this.
When Dr. Cotrone was all finished, I pulled my jacket back over her shoulders, and then I showed the doctor out of the bedroom.
“In light of your examination, what’s the prognosis?”
“She has a severe concussion from the knock to the back of her head. Apart from that, it’s just cuts and some nasty bruises. She also seems weak, but nothing a good meal and rest won’t sort out. The emotional trauma will be harder to deal with, as you know. It’s better that she has complete rest for the next twenty-four hours to get her strength back to cope with the funeral and aftermath.”
Even the doctor knew that her father would be a dead man soon enough.
“You know what complications to look out for with a concussion—bleeding from the ears, problems with vision, seizures, etc. You know where I am if you need me. I’ve sent Ovidio to the private clinic. He has internal bleeding and needs surgery straight away. I’ll see how long I can keep him alive for you to get what you need out of him.”
The doctor headed for the staircase and took his leave. He was paid a lot of money for his discretion, and I knew that he could be fully trusted.
I saw Marco come up the stairs at that moment. He was scowling, but that was nothing new. He signaled to me to meet him in his bedroom which was at the other end of the hallway.
I followed him and closed the door behind us. “What the hell are you doing?” demanded Marco.
“She’s a girl.”
“She’s a potential traitor,” retorted Marco.
“She’s a Mafia daughter, and we should treat her with respect.” I didn’t even know why I had just said that. “Anyway, you won’t get anything out of her in her current state. She’s too shaken up to talk.”
“Well, I’ll shake her into talking then.”
“You’re too impulsive, Marco, charging in headfirst like always. We can do it another way.” Marco had always been impulsive in his actions, while I liked to assess the situation and think out my strategies first.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll keep an eye on her like the doctor asked. I’ll get into her head and get her to trust me, and I’ll get the information out of her like that.”
“You know you can’t control someone’s emotions, right?” said Marco, shaking his head at me.
“It’s called psychological tactics—something you know nothing about given the way you rush into everything like a mad man.”
“That’s called the element of surprise,” said Marco, glaring at me. “It’s better to hit your enemy before they know what’s happening.”
“I know how to play this. I’ll have her eating out of my hand and telling me everything we need to know.”
“You know you don’t just tell a girl ‘trust me’ and she’ll spill all her secrets?” I knew I wasn’t persuading Marco over to my way of thinking.
I sighed. “I know. But I also know she’ll be of no use to us unless we do things my way. Most girls won’t respond well to your violent tactics. Look what happened with Juliana.”