Free The Power of a Woman: A Mafia Erotic Romance by Gina Whitney, Leddy Harper

Scarface’s neck, choking him out. I wanted to say something, scream with joy, yell for him not to kill him yet, but nothing came out. I remained silent, shaking from both fear and excitement.
    In seconds, he was down on the ground, on his back, passed out. Stefan rushed to me and released me from the chains, his chocolate eyes hazed over by an emotion I’d never seen in them before. “We need to hurry before he comes to,” he whispered, the adrenaline evident in his husky tone.
    Stefan set me on the couch and gave me a blanket to cover up with. I was shaking and he must’ve thought I was cold, but in reality, I couldn’t feel anything. I could’ve suffered from hyperthermia and not even realized it over the extreme levels of adrenaline that coursed through me. He took off his shirt and threw it at me before dragging Scarface to the chains I had just been released from. He stripped him of his clothes and restrained him, exactly the way I had been with his knees on the floor, spread beneath his dangling body. Seeing the bastard that way, a confident, controlled calmness overcame me.
    This was it. This was my time.
    And I knew just how to start the festivities off.
    I held the Taser gun in my hand and delivered the first few zaps to his balls, awakening him to his very own nightmare—the same nightmare he had me living in for days. Each time he went into orbit, the veins in his neck and temples practically popped. But I didn’t let up. Even when he looked at me with desperate, unfocused eyes, I didn’t let up. I had no doubt in my mind that he’d planned to kill me at the end of week. There was no conflict within me over what I would do to him…only blinding rage.
    “Aww, are those tears welling up in your eyes?” My words were meant to taunt him, the same way he’d taunted me for days. I wanted him to know how it felt to have everything stripped away from him. “Is Daddy gonna cry?”
    “Fuck you, cunt.” He spat in my face once he finally started to come to. He blinked and focused his gaze behind me, noticing Stefan in the background. “You’re going to pay for this,” he seethed with struggled, forced words due to the extreme levels of voltage that’d been sent through his body.
    “From where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the one paying, Zeke.” Stefan’s controlled voice came from over my shoulder. His presence gave me the strength to carry on. Not that I would’ve backed down from giving this monster everything he deserved, because nothing would’ve stopped me from doing that. But with the blinding rage that whirled inside me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from traveling down the roads too dark for my own mind. I was capable of a lot, had seen a lot in this life, but even I had my limits. If I didn’t have Stefan behind me, supporting me, lending me his control, who knows how far I would’ve gone…and those demons would’ve haunted me far worse than the ones caused by Scarface’s torment.
    “You won’t get away with this,” Zeke barked, sounding like the rabid dog he was. But it gave me an idea. The fucker had spent days treating me like some mutt he’d picked up off the streets. I’d let him know just how bad my bite was.
    I knelt down to him, fighting a deep desire to claw at his face, attack it with my fucking teeth. Gnaw his nose off completely. Mangle him in ways he deserved. But instead, I smiled and moved the bowl of water he’d offered me closer to him.
    “Are you thirsty?” I asked sweetly. However, the undercurrent of ambivalence became heavy on my tongue. Stefan had moved behind him by this point and met my gaze with a quirk of his lips, showing me his approval.
    Zeke’s dark eyes flared with burning rage as he stared back at me, unmoving. Apparently, the bastard didn’t take too kindly to being treated like an animal. But that’s how it was with sick, demented people. The ones who beat on women, abuse children and animals…they never liked it when