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18 || Interrogation

Song: Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know (slowed + reverb)

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Josie

"Choose your safe word."

I barely make out the low rasp of his voice over the pounding of my own heart.

Thump.

Thump.

Nico hadn't spoken a word in the past fifteen minutes. He'd just held my body to his in a possessive grip while he continued to play the game with the two men.

"What?" I whisper glancing around the room, hoping to catch the eyes of one of the two women serving the drinks but they don't look at me.

"Pick a damn word because when I start, I won't listen to stop or no." His voice is sharp yet so calm that I barely register his hands that are suddenly off me.

Fear lodges itself in my throat when I tip my head back to watch as he briskly removes his blazer and drapes it over my lap before starting to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

I turn my head to look at the Governor and his brother. Surely Nico wouldn't be as foolish as to do something to me with them in the room.

I look down to his hands on either side of me, he'd rolled up his sleeves to his forearms and now he was removing the rings on his middle and ring finger.

I stare at the inked text in between his fingers but I can't seem to focus. And with a deep breath, I blurt the first thing that comes to mind when I think safe.

"Butterfly."

It was the first thing I ever drew and seemed to be the only thing I doodled everywhere, something that I use to mark things as mine.

It was my safe space.

He hums in acknowledgement and I snap back into reality as my heart rate accelerates.

Am I going to die?

He exhales heavily through his nose, "Not until I'm done with you." His voice is laced with dark humor but the trickling of a promise beneath has my ears ringing.

Laughter breaks out across the table and I look up to see the two bothers engrossed in their own world, completely oblivious to my turmoil.

"If at any time you want me to stop, you use your safe word." He sounds so controlled and firm.

"Butterfly?" I try pathetically, hoping he'd let me stop this before he actually hurt me.

He pauses for a moment before chuckling under his breath, I can imagine him shaking his head.

"Il voglio ubriachi." Nico's deep voice vibrates against my back, and when the two servers nod and instantly move towards the two men, I gather that they work under his command. (Italian| I want them drunk.)

I'm about to ask him what he's saying to them but all that escapes me is a gasp when his hand slips back to rest on my bare thigh, beneath the blazer thrown over my lap.