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Authors: Marita A. Hansen

Tags: #fbi, #kidnapping, #mafia, #dark romance, #italian mafia

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I breathed out, knowing I
would
have
to go on the prowl again, something I was dreading. I hated the
games some women made me play. I just wanted sex, not to court
them, especially since there was no way I could get tied down—not
even if the female was as beautiful and sweet as Andriena. Thank
God I didn’t have to marry her now; because once we were safe in
my
famiglia
compound, Pedro couldn’t do
merda
to us.


Are you
alright
,
Alessandro?” Andriena asked, snapping me out of my
thoughts.

I nodded, my mind returning to her
predicament. “You sure you want to go to my home? I can take you
someplace else if it’s going to upset you.”


You said the soldiers who hurt
me are gone, and anyway, you’ll be safer with your
famiglia.


True,” I
said, concerned with how fast
the mafia war was escalating, my family now involved in it. “I just
don’t want you to go through anymore than you already
have.”


As long as I’m with you,
I’ll be fine.”

I
nodded again; worried she was
becoming attached to me. I couldn’t commit to her, my need for sex
insatiable. It was why I’d begged my father to buy a porn studio,
which he’d done, allowing me to take charge of it. I’d reveled in
it, picking the best-looking women to fuck to my heart’s content.
Then my father had gotten ill within weeks of purchasing the
business, and my mother had taken over. Fuck! The look on her face
when she’d found out what I’d been up to. I was sure she was going
to castrate me. Yet, to my surprise, she agreed to keep the
business, as long as I didn’t perform. But that was the whole point
of having it—so I could get sex. So, when the D’Angelo job for a
slave trainer came up, I’d grabbed it with both hands.

I turned to Frano, holding out
a hand. “
Grazie
for all you’ve done for me. When the war is over, I would
love to return here and continue working for you.”

His eyes flicked to Andriena,
drawing my attention to her. She was staring at the floor, making
me wonder whether I’d hurt her
feelings with my words. Still, she needed
to know I couldn’t be with her, and it was better now she realized
it, than further down the road.

I refocused on Frano, giving
his shoulder a friendly pat. “Take care, cousin, and don’t let
that
troia
push you around,” I said, looking at Camila.

Her eyes widened, then her hundred-watt
glare zeroed in on me. I smiled back, amused I’d annoyed her. I
still didn’t understand why Frano was marrying her when he had one
fuckable-looking woman standing right next to him. I winked at
Rita, getting a blank stare in return. Frano sniggered, the man the
opposite of my oldest brother, who probably would’ve hit me if I
had done that to Ghita. My mood darkened at the thought of Camila’s
dead sister. I may not have liked her, but she didn’t deserve to be
murdered in cold blood.


Anyway, enough standing
around,” I said, just wanting to get home now. “We better get a
move on.” I headed for the door, one of the Landi soldiers opening
it for me. I descended the steps to the car, popping Bianca’s
luggage into the trunk. I was surprised by how little she was
taking, which made me wonder whether she was considering returning
to the D’Angelo household. I hoped she wasn’t, because—

My eyes moved to the
second-story window, seeing the reason why. Jagger was peering down
at us, his face an emotionless mask. Unlike Frano, I didn’t like
him. I understood he’d been through hell, but he didn’t need to
push his pain onto Bianca and Honey, especially when all they’d
done was try to help him. I’d wanted Honey to come to my home too,
but Frano had said that Pedro had refused to let her leave. Anyway,
I didn’t think my
famiglia
would appreciate an FBI plant in their midst, not to
mention my two oldest brothers hated slaves being in the
house.

I turned my back on Jagger, the Donatelli
sisters grabbing my attention. Camila and Andriena were hugging
each other, both of them having a tearful farewell. I waited for
them to part, then ushered Andriena into the backseat of the black
sedan. Once she was in, I turned to Bianca, who was staring up at
Jagger. I didn’t doubt she loved him, but I knew she was strong
enough to move on. Again, he didn’t deserve her, and with them
being parted, I was hoping she would finally see the man for what
he was: weak and destructive. If anything, I wanted her to fall
back into the arms of my oldest brother. Regardless of Ricardo’s
violent affliction, he’d never hurt a woman. He also treated them
with respect, something that Bianca deserved after all she’d been
through.


You ready to leave,
Bianca?” I asked.

She nodded, her expression
hard
ening.
“I was a fool to think I could have him. He’s too damaged.” Her
attention moved to Camila. “Don’t damage him further. Try to at
least make him happy—if he can ever be.”

Camila went to say something,
but Bianca turned away from her and
climbed into the car, getting a complaint
from Andriena. The door on the other side opened. Andriena got out
and headed around the trunk.


I’m next to you,” she said,
pushing me forward.

I smiled. “All you Donatelli women are
bossy as hell.”

She smiled back. “I am when it comes to
you, so get in.”

I saluted Frano, then climbed into the
backseat, Andriena sliding in next to me. She closed the door, then
angled her head around me, focusing on Bianca. “He’s
mine.”

I laughed. “Firstly, she’s not interested
in me, and secondly, we aren’t married, so I’m not technically
yours.”

Andriena
placed a hand on my leg as the
driver pulled out of the driveway. “
Signor
Santini,” she said, fixing me with a
stare, “when you promised to marry me, it made you
mine.”

My smile dropped.
“I only agreed to
it to save you from Pedro.”


You still can’t break your
promise, so when I get to your home, I need to speak to your
madre
about arranging the
wedding.”

I felt my heart sink.

She covered her mouth, her eyes
dancing with mirth, then she cracked up, her laughter filling the
car.
“I’m
joking!” She continued to laugh for several seconds more, then
finally got herself under control. “
Dio mio
, do you realize how terrified you
looked?”

I scowled at her, not amused at
being made fun of.
“Commitment would strike fear into the heart of any
man.”

She threaded her fingers
through mine
, her laughter finally dying down. “I do know what you’re
like; I just have to win you over.”

I frowned, because no one could win me
over.

She laughed out loud
again. “I’m
kidding!”

I let go of her hand. “Your humor
isn’t contagious.”


Oh, don’t be like that,
Alessandro.”

I crossed my arms over my chest
and leaned back into the seat, still unhappy. I knew she didn’t
mean to upset me, but
regardless, it made me feel like
merda
. If I could commit, I would. I wanted to have a wife and
children, but knew it was an unrealistic fantasy, something I’d
come to accept years ago.


Alessandro?” Andriena said, now
sounding upset. “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean anything by
it.”

I breathed out and patted her
lap, wanting to mollify the situation.
“Don’t worry, I’m over
it.”

Bianc
a mumbled something, making me turn
to her.


What
?” I asked.

She placed her mouth next to my
ear
,
whispering, “She’s lying, she does wants you.”


What did she say?” Andriena
asked loudly.

Bianca angled her head around me, focusing
on Andriena. “I told him that whoever wins his heart will be one
lucky woman.” She winked at her, then turned to look out her own
window.

I leaned my
head against the seat and
closed my eyes, hoping no one won my heart, because no matter what:
I was destined to live a life filled with sex and whores, not love
and marriage.

***

A jolt pulled me out of my sleep. I opened
my eyes and straightened, my head having been resting on Andriena’s
shoulder. Still not fully awake, I turned to Bianca, wondering why
she was shouting at the driver to go faster. Outside her window, an
expansive valley stretched out for miles, the cliff’s edge a lane
away.


What’s
happening?” I asked.

G
unfire answered my question, the sound
coming from behind our car. I turned and looked out the back
window, seeing two cars on our tail. I swore, the fucking Landi
having lied to us. I knew it was too good to be true that they
would let me and Andriena walk away.

I turned back around, realizing a second
later it couldn’t be the Landi, since the two soldiers up front
worked for Pedro. The driver had his foot planted to the floor,
while his partner was pulling out a gun.


Who are they?” I
asked.


Donatelli
,” the soldier in the front
passenger seat replied. He reached between the seats, passing me
back a gun.

I held it out for Bianca to take, knowing
they were coming for her. “Do you know how to use a
gun?”


S
ì
,
” she replied, taking it.

I leaned forward. “Have you got anymore
guns?” I asked the soldier.

He handed me another
one
. The car
swerved, making me drop it. I picked it up, and undid my seat belt.
“Move to the middle,” I ordered Andriena.

She undid her seat belt and climbed over
me.


Buckle up,” I lowered the
window, “and put your head between your legs.” I glanced over at
Bianca, who was staring down at the gun, her hands shaking like
crazy. “You too, get your head down.”

As soon as she did, I angled my gun out
the window and aimed for the tires of the closest car, hitting one.
The car veered right, crashing into the rock wall lining one side
of the road. The other car swerved around it, gaining on us fast. I
got off a couple more shots before having to retreat inside the
car, a hail of bullets coming our way. I flung myself over Andriena
and Bianca as the bullets flew through the rear window, spraying
glass over us. I winced, the shards cutting into my
back.


Fuck!” the driver yelled. “They
got Sal!”

I looked up, seeing
the seat in front
of me shot up, the soldier having taken the bullets meant for me. A
loud boom sounded. Our car swerved to the right, flinging me
against the door. The driver made another sharp turn, making me
fall onto Andriena this time. She yelled out, my weight probably
hurting her. I pushed up and grabbed my seat belt, clicking it on
as more gunfire opened up on our car. The driver veered to the left
more, looking like he was having trouble controlling the car. My
eyes shot to Bianca’s window, knowing we were heading for the
edge.


Get down!” I shouted at
the women.

I turned to
Andriena
,
curving my body around hers as the car went over the edge. It came
down hard on its wheels, flipping over a second later. The women
screamed as it rolled down the hill, our bodies getting batted
about. I yelled out as my head hit the ceiling. I blacked out, then
came to as the car rolled onto its tires, thankfully stopping. I
blinked, trying to get my vision in focus. Bianca was frantically
yanking at her seat belt, while Andriena looked dead. I felt her
neck, intensely relieved to find a pulse.


It won’t come
out,
” Bianca
shouted, her panic palpable. Her eyes shot to her window. “They’re
going to kill me!”

I undid my seat belt and climbed over
Andriena, the blood coming from her head scaring me. But Bianca was
my priority right now, because she was right: the Donatelli would
kill her for having poisoned their heir.

I
yanked at her seat belt, the fucker
refusing to budge, the buckle damaged. I pushed open her door and
climbed out. Turning back, I put my foot on one side of her seat
belt and grabbed the other end, yelling out as I wrenched on it. It
creaked, but didn’t give way, so I did it again. This time the
strap came free from the seat. I quickly pulled her out, glancing
over my shoulder to see where the Donatelli were. Men were getting
out of the car, one already heading down the hill, treading
carefully on the slippery slope.

I
shoved Bianca, yelling,
“Run!”

As she
took off, I climbed back into the car
and unbuckled Andriena’s belt. I glanced at the driver, who was
slumped over the wheel, no doubt dead like his partner.

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