Chapter 3
Caitlin
Sometimes it’s hard for me to distinguish fear from excitement. I have an intelligent, rational mind, but as soon as it lands on something that scares me, I leave my body. And the way I come back is through s*x and pain.
So getting bound, whipped and face-f****d by the mafia kingpin who showed up to kill me? Didn’t scare me.
Talking about my dad’s death shut me down, though.
And when my hitman packs up my electronic equipment, throws me over his shoulder and carries me out of the apartment, real fear sets in.
“Mr. Tacone?” I mumble, swinging over his wide shoulder. I have a close-up view of his a*s, and it’s quite impressive, I have to say. He’s definitely an Italian Stallion, this one.
Who knew?
I might have played my cards differently if I’d known skimming over
