Caged Bliss – Bianco Crime Family Read Online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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Angelo licks his lips and leans forward, but I keep moving out of his reach.

Tommy’s going to watch this.

He’s going to watch me come and I’m filled with revulsion.

I don’t regret it—that was the best orgasm of my life—but I hate the thought of that asshole seeing me mid-humping, my head thrown back, bliss ripping through my brain.

Angelo stares at me, his face stern and angry, like he wants to command me to stay.

But I can’t now that I have Tommy’s face in my stupid head.

I hate that man so much. He even manages to ruin a perfectly good orgasm with the most attractive human I’ve ever seen in my life.

I turn and flee the room as the mecha-dongs keep on air-humping nothing.

Chapter 11

Angelo

Laura’s basement is unfinished and filled with tools. There are chisels and hammers, saws and sanders, power equipment I only vaguely recognize, and an extremely advanced and efficient air filtration system. My sister stands in the middle of the space, hands on her hips, staring at a huge, half-finished, human-sized tongue made from granite.

“It’s not what the papers say, but it’s what the papers don’t say.” I have the folder Claudia stole for me spread out on a work bench against the far wall. I know Laura’s only half listening, but that’s fine—mostly I’m talking to myself anyway. “I knew shit felt fishy and there was no way Tommy was able to squeeze that much cash from a nightclub, but now I’m absolutely positive I was right.”

“Good for you,” Laura murmurs, raises a huge steel spike, and slams the back with a mallet. A piece of the granite chips away. She frowns a little, pats at her tight bun, then moves to the side.

“What pisses me off is Simon doesn’t ask any fucking questions. All he sees is money coming into the Famiglia coffers, so what’s the fucking problem? So what if Tommy’s running a scheme on the side? He’s a goddamn criminal. He’s supposed to.”

“Right.” Laura’s lips press together and she chips off another piece.

“Except he’s supposed to run big games across the Don first before making any plays. You don’t think it’s shady as hell that he’s keeping Simon in the dark?”

Laura turns to me and frowns. She’s wearing huge goggles like someone from a steampunk movie would wear, all leather and strappy and glass. When she pushes them up, I can tell she’s annoyed.

“Why don’t you just kill him?” she asks, waving the spike in the air then miming slamming it down on someone.

“Because sometimes murder’s not the most optimal solution.”

She just looks at me.

I sigh and stretch my back. “Alright, because Tommy knows some shit I need to know, and I can’t just off a made man without permission from the Don.”

“You killed that Paulie guy.”

“He wasn’t important.” I gather up the papers and shove them back into the folder. “Tommy’s got backing from someone. You should see the fucker. He’s got half a million dollars in jewelry on his body at any given moment, plus another half a million on that junkie he calls his girlfriend. He’s doing something, Laura. And when I figure it out, I’m going to nail him.”

She shoves the goggles back on her face. “Too complicated. You should just stab him.” She turns back to her big stone tongue and I sit there watching my sister work for a little while.

In all the years I was away, I doubt she let a single person into this basement. Which is a shame, because my sister is a genius. Tortured and difficult, definitely, but incredibly brilliant with her chosen medium. She moves around the stone block ruthlessly making little gashes and breaks to the main structure, slowly bringing out her vision. Right now, it looks like a lump of slimy gray emerging from a rough stone, but I know it’ll soon look like the other finished sculptures she keeps scattered around.

They’re tongues, but they’re beautiful. One’s abstract, lines and shapes hinting at the greater structure. Another’s hyper-realistic to the point of having little bits of fake spit glistening. Two others are cartoonish, almost garish, while the last is horrifying, a twisted monstrous slug-like creature that I have to assume is a nightmare version of a tongue.

“You really should show these.” I run my hand down the realistic version and can feel the minute bumps and scrapes. “They’re incredible.”

“That’s not why I do it.” She barely looks at me as she works.

“But still, are you really going to keep this stuff hidden down here?”

“Do you want to carry it up?”

“Yeah, okay, that’s a fair point, but come on. That’s just a logistical problem.”

She stops and faces me again. My sister’s strange by all measures, but she’s got her reasons and I stopped trying to make her fit into the perfect little box of normal a while back.



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