His Witness by Vanessa Waltz

Author:Vanessa Waltz [Waltz, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha male, mafia erotica, crime romance, alpha male romance, dark erotica, dark romance, mafia romance, alpha male erotica
Published: 2014-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

TOMMY

“Tommy-boy.”

Jack’s fatherly smile greets me as I walk into the Italian grocery, his arm wrapping around my back as he invites me inside.

“How’s your parents?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Same as usual.”

It was always a bit depressing to return to their house at the end of every night. Ma would sit frozen on the couch beside Dad, who barely saw me through his alcoholic gaze. “Where were you?” she’d ask¸ hardly listening to the response.

I had so many memories of tugging my mom’s sleeves, her mouth set in a firm line as she ignored me, and ignored me, and ignored me.

Jack takes me into the back of the store. “Today I’m going to ask you to do something a little bit different.”

Something different? Excitement leaps in my chest as he pats my back.

“I believe in you, Tommy. You’re a good boy. You’ll make an excellent soldier when you get a bit older. For now, you can practice.”

He leads me into his office, where there’s a badly beaten man strapped to a wooden chair. One of his eyes is swollen shut. I inhale breath sharply through my nose and smell the sweat stinking from his body.

“Who the fuck is this kid? Jack, I didn’t do anything.”

Jack ignores the man, turning toward me. “Do you have rats at home, son?”

I blink. Rats? “Um, sure. Sometimes.”

“What do you do with the rats?”

“My dad usually sets out traps for them.”

His low voice hisses in my ear. “This guy is a rat. I’m going to show you how we get rid of rats.” He slides something hard between my numb fingers. “Here, take this.”

It’s a knife.

I swallow hard as my fingers clench around the handle, looking up at the man, whose eyes widen. I can see the whites of them. Jack moves from my side and grips the back of his chair. The man struggles in his restraints, eyeing the blade in my hand.

I’m just a kid and he’s scared of me.

Then Jack turns his head toward the man sitting in the chair. “You better smarten up and start giving me answers, or my friend here’s gonna stick that knife right up your ass.”

Jack gives me a smirk, and that twinkle in his eyes builds pressure in my chest. It’s similar to that feeling you get when your father expects you to do something you really don’t want to. You do it anyway, though, because you love him. You worship the ground he stands on.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about—Jack! Stop this!”

“Hit him where it hurts, kid. Hit him hard, like you’re punching someone.”

The man in the chair struggles in his restraints, screaming at me. “Don’t listen to him! Think about what you’re doing!”

I hesitate, but Jack’s smile urges me on. It’s okay, because Jack said it was okay. He’s done so much for me already. The knife almost slips in my hand. I want to throw up from the nerves balled in my gut. My fist makes a sphere around the handle and I aim for his stomach.

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