Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 67

DOMENICO

This kind of job wasn’t something I usually handled myself. The last time I went out of my way to deal with a lowlife cop was exactly fifteen years ago.

Paolo had pulled some reckless stunt that nearly got his head blown off, and I had to burn through half the damn city to clean up the mess. What made it worse was that his sister had somehow gotten caught up in it, too—and I’ll be damned if I was going to lose two of my children in one night.

That incident changed Elisa completely. She was never the same after that. And though I never discovered the full truth about what went down that night, I still got my hands bloody for that foolish son of mine, just to keep both of his and his dumb sister’s ass alive.

And now, here I was again—dealing with another filthy cop. But this time, I wasn’t cleaning up after Paolo’s mess. I was doing the job he was supposed to do.

I could’ve sent one of my men to handle it, but something about this one didn’t sit right. I’d ordered Paolo to take this cop out twice, and yet the bastard was still breathing. Still walking. Still talking.

For a man who was so desperate to prove himself worthy of being my heir—a man who’s been clawing for my trust and favor ever since he learned about his brother—Paolo sure had a strange way of showing loyalty. Disobeying me twice wasn’t just carelessness. It was defiance. And defiance from my own blood? That’s a fucking stupid.

Something was off, and I was going to find out what.

"Let go of me, you sick bastard!" The cop’s voice cracked through the damp air like a whip, raw with fear and fury.

Luca didn’t even flinch. The big cold bastard only shoved him harder against the chair, the sound of metal scraping against concrete echoing through the basement. The cop’s wrists were tied behind his back, blood dripping from a split lip, his shirt soaked through with sweat and grime.

I stepped closer, my shoes grinding against the floor. The smell of blood, smoke, and stale water filled my lungs.

"You’ve been a very busy man, Officer," I said quietly, circling him like a wolf. "Raiding my shipments. Putting your nose where it doesn’t belong. You must think you’re brave."

He spat blood in my direction. "You think you’re untouchable, huh? You and your little criminal empire..."

Luca didn’t wait for my order. His fist came down like a hammer, sending the man’s head snapping sideways.

"Careful," I murmured. "We still need his tongue."

Luca grunted and stepped back, cracking his knuckles. The cop coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"I gave my son this job weeks ago," I said, crouching down so we were eye-level. "Twice, I told him to make sure you were gone. Twice, you walked away. You must be one lucky bastard."

The cop’s eyes darted up, confusion mixing with a flicker of fear.

"Why?" I asked softly. "What’s between you and my son?"

He said nothing. Just glared.

I smiled. A small, patient smile. "Luca."

Without hesitation, Luca grabbed the cop’s arm and twisted. The crack of bone filled the basement, followed by a strangled cry that scraped the walls.

"Try again," I said, still calm. "What’s between you and my son? Why’s he going against my order just to keep you alive?"

I held up a finger, shaking my head to shut the bastard up. "Before you think about lying to me, I want you to know that Paolo isn’t the type to defy my order. He lives for it. So think very carefully before you answer my question."

He shook his head, gasping. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Another twist. This time, his scream was raw enough to rattle the light bulb swinging overhead.

"I’ve dealt with rats, traitors, liars, and cops who thought they could dance around me," I said, standing again, my voice lowering. "But you... you’re a new breed of stupid if you think silence will save you."

"Go to hell," he hissed through his teeth.

I stepped closer until my shadow covered him completely. "I own hell."

Luca punched him again, this time in the gut. The man wheezed, folding forward. Blood hit the floor with a wet splatter.

Still nothing. No confession. No fear worth using.

I exhaled slowly. "Kill him."

Luca nodded, pulling his gun free, cocking it with a click that echoed like a countdown.

Then... my phone buzzed.

Once. Twice.

I glanced at the screen. Reina.

The only person who had no damn business calling me right now.

My jaw clenched. "Hold it," I said sharply. Luca froze mid-step.

I stepped aside, answering the call.

"Reina," I said, voice low, taut.

There was a soft inhale on the other end, then her trembling voice. "Domenico... please—"

Something in her tone stopped me cold.

The phone nearly slipped from my hand when I heard her voice again. Shaky, it was full of fear.

"Domenico..."

The sound of her trembling words sliced through the noise of the basement like a blade. I stepped away from the cop completely, my hand tightening around the phone.

What the fuck is going on and why does it seem like she’s crying? Who the fuck hurt her?

"Princess," I said quietly. "Calm down. Explain. Slowly."

I could hear the panic in her breath, the way her voice broke like glass under pressure. "We... I think we’re being followed! There’s a car, I... I don’t know what they want! They might be criminals! Or... or murderers!"

For a man who’d dealt with explosions, betrayal, and gunfire, hearing her sound that scared twisted something cold in my gut.

I shot Luca a look. "Not a word."

He nodded silently, stepping back from the cop, gun still in hand.

"Princess, listen to me," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm. "You’re driving?"

"Yes! Yes! We left my apartment and this black sedan started following us. We tried turning, changing lanes, it’s still there. It’s still... oh God, I don’t even know!"

I could hear another voice in the background practically shouting about 911 and kidnappers.

My temple throbbed. I dragged a hand through my hair, forcing my thoughts to focus.

"Tell me your location," I said sharply. "Right now."

She didn’t answer right away. I heard laughter. Then more chaos. Then another voice yelling something about "never sleeping with your father-in-law again."

I froze.

Luca blinked. Even the cop—bleeding and beaten—lifted his head a little at the sudden silence that fell from my end.

I pulled the phone away, staring at it like it had personally insulted me. Then her voice came again, frantic and laughing through tears.

"Domenico! Hi! We’re fine! Alive! Not kidnapped! Just... you know, almost morally compromised!"

I exhaled slowly, every muscle in my jaw tightening. "Reina... explain. Slowly. What the hell happened? Why are you being tailed?"

She babbled, tripping over every word like she was trying to outrun her own embarrassment.

I closed my eyes, inhaling through my teeth.

Somewhere in the distance behind me, I heard Luca mutter, "Jesus Christ."

My hand dragged down my face. "Tell me where you are right now. I’m coming to get you. I don’t care if it was just a prank or shit, I’m fucking coming right there to get you to safety."

"Please don’t worry!" Reina said, laughing again. "We’re ridiculous, but we survived!"

And before I could say another word, the line went dead.

I stood there for a long moment, phone still pressed to my ear, listening to nothing but static.

The cop coughed. Luca shifted beside me.

I lowered the phone, staring at the floor. Slowly, deliberately, I placed it in my pocket and turned back to them.

Luca looked like he wanted to laugh but valued his life too much to try. "Everything all right, boss?"

I ignored him. My voice was low, clipped. "Find out who the hell was tailing Reina. I want plates, model, every face in that car. I need it right fucking now."

He nodded quickly. "Got it."

I turned back to the cop, who now looked more confused than afraid.

"Seems you’ve been granted mercy," I muttered. "For now."

He spat blood on the floor, glaring at me. "You are really going to let me go? You really are full of shit."

Luca’s fist came down again before I even moved, but I stopped him with a raised hand.

"No," I said softly. "I’m not letting you go for free."

The cop went still.

I leaned closer, voice low, steady, dangerous. "You’re going to tell me what my son wanted with you. You’re going to tell me why he disobeyed me. Because I’ve been lenient once tonight, and I don’t plan on being again."

I am going to find out everything that bastard son of if me is busy scheming, but first, I need to find Reina.