Book Playlist - https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLoNBmGuFJko7pakarfhivRlKhdv4WhMTK&si=U6muZkLQZYd1_5ZKThe call with my mother ended quickly. A simple okay from myself, and then I hung up. I don't like her calls. Not the ones like that."Babes?" Ethan pulls me to him. "Are you okay?""Mum needs me. I need to meet her at Bocca Felice." His head tilts, and a knowing expression covers his face."Okay, well, I will meet you there shortly. Then you can let me know what happens, okay?" He looks at me, and I nod as his arms pull me in. With my head resting on his chest, I breathe deeply."I wish she had just told me on the phone." I don't understand her sometimes."Stop panicking; you have no idea if it is bad. Look, get sorted, go meet your mum, and I will be through in an hour, okay?" He stands waiting, and I nod.He's right; I need to stop panicking.My fingers rap against the chair. My mother never summons me unless it is terrible news. Strangely, she has summoned me to a restaur
Present DayMy feet hurry along. The last thing I want to do is to be caught here."He's close to the Cosa Nostra, be damn careful when you do this."Ignoring the words of my ‘sold to’ boyfriend that he said to me earlier, I keep going. Once I round the corner, my pace picks up. I haven't met Dario.Yet Dan warned me.He's close to the Cosa Nostra.He's got deadly hands.He never quits.I need to pray he quits and that he won't realise I took this and ran. I'll be honest. At first I didn't know. Foolish, maybe, as Dan looked astounded when I had never heard of the Pesci brothers.Maybe Dario is close to them, but who gives a fucking shit? I need this. I need to ensure I keep Dan and his friends happy. I have watched this place daily since Dan told me about the job.Tonight was the night I took what they wanted; I took something I never thought I would touch in my life, but I have.God, Lucia, you're fucking foolish!Stopping, my eyes go back to where I had run from. Sweat beads on my
I sit across from my father. His wide grin makes me want to puke, along with his newest bit that clings to him like flies to shit. I drown out their conversation, not wanting to hear.She's a certified lawyer.She doesn't work anymore.She has the most beautiful emerald eyes.No, Dad, she's another piece for your collection."Is she behaving herself?" My dad's question is aimed at Dan, and I sit still waiting. Dan twists his head to look in my direction, and a knowing expression covers his face."Well, Gino, how do I put this?" Dan waits, his eyes fixed on me. He's set to torture me, torment me, or maybe just use me as his personal sex slave? Then again, that was his agreement with my father.He's waiting for my response to this morning's question, or rather, his demand.He says it's a choice, but it isn't. We stare each other down, my dad's eyes flickering from me back to Dan."Lucia." My father's words are loud."You have a choice, woman. Accept we both join you in bed tonight, or D
Present DayAs I pace the floor, my anger rises."How do you manage to lose a fucking gun?" I step towards him. My fist clenched."I erm, I placed it on the desk." His body quivers."You placed it on the fucking desk and turned your back on it?" Stepping closer, he nods."I didn't think. I always do it. I don't understand. One second, it was there, then it was gone. I searched and saw no one." His words burn me.Pushing him back, I stand over him."Not seconds. Seconds meant you would have fucking seen who walked in and took it!"Someone was there, or he is lying. Lying so he can keep the gun concealed, to use later, maybe? I watch him cower on the floor."Someone sort him out." Turning, I walk out, Mac follows, and I enter the SUV. "Take me to Al Prato." I hope he knows who it was or saw something.Sucking in a breath, I count.Bury the emotionsHide the angerDon't feelStopping outside, the door is opened for me. I walk in and look at Dom."I can tell you." He laughs slightly, and
I didn't leave it again after being told this was my room. Someone had knocked and brought me food.Thank you, thoughtful kidnapper, for feeding me.Other than that one interaction, I had not seen anyone else. I tried leaving, but Door Jockey Steve, as I called him, told me to stay in my room until he got more orders.I was just grateful the door wasn't locked. I thought it would have been to keep me where the mafia guy wanted me. Now, my friendly, hot-as-hell kidnapper has invited me to breakfast.I'm no fool, hot kidnapper. Breakfast is a way to make me talk. I won't.He was interesting, though. I watched his eyes search my body like he was looking for something deep inside my skin and bones and boy, his bone grew.Laughing, I put my shoes on. Sure, he got hard, but then his eyes fell on the bruises, so I made a witty remark to make him talk and leave. I glance at my jumper. I wore it to hide the bruises, but now, what is the point?He's seen them. Stepping to the door, I open it. D
I watch as she leaves the kitchen. She uses humour as a way to deflect. She uses jokes to avoid serious questions and answers. Strolling to the cupboard, I pull the mop out.Sure, they will clean up, but I may as well. It saves anyone from slipping. Quickly wiping up the coffee, she decided to splash across the marble floor. I stepped back and placed the mop away.Grabbing coffee, I walk back to my room."You took your time."My head snaps up."Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean.""Yes, you did. Just leave." I stand, watching as Roxy walks to the door. She hesitates for a moment."I apologise, Sir, for my forwardness." She nods and disappears. Drinking the coffee, I run through some work before showering and dressing.Stepping into the office, my brothers and some of the men are waiting for the updates."Well, brother?" Lorenzo looks at me. "Is she a spy, crawling her way into this to cause issues to avenge her father?" His smirk widens as he leans back."Son." Turning, I look at our father. C
It feels awkward knowing that he went through my things. I understand, though, that he wants the gun, but I didn't lie when I said I didn't know where it was. I don't have any idea about that fact. I know I gave it to Dan, but I can't say that."So, why do you not have a phone?" My eyes move from the scenery outside to his eyes. I didn't think of this question."From what I can tell, you don't have a bank. Not an active one; the last time it was used was a year ago."My eyes search the car for an answer, any answer.You're not the typical kidnapper, MarcoMy eyes narrow at him."It's strange, no phone, no bank, from what I saw and know, no passport, no family photos." He's looking at me, waiting. How do I lie? I can say I have no need for a phone, which everyone will know is bullshit.Panic rises in me. For all the other questions, I could lie. Find answers that worked, but this, though?Shit dude! There are such things as personal spaceThe longer I fight for an answer, the harder it
TW - This chapter contains r*pe scenes. I’m instantly overwhelmed as I step into the room. There is laughter and talking. I see multiple people positioned around the large wooden table. As I step closer, I sense it is African Blackwood. Stupidly expensive.Chewing my lower lip, I watch Marco pull a chair for me. There are five men, not including Marco, and four women. My eyes don’t settle anywhere. Instead, they flicker around the room, searching for a safe spot.Somewhere that doesn’t have a Pesci family member.“Right, Lucia, these are my brothers. Lorenzo, Dario and and Matteo. That is Iz, or Isridana, although she hates her name.” I nod at his words. Dario, I look at him. I thought it was him I was stealing from. Dan wasn’t wrong about who I was stealing from. Dario is huge, and based on Elmay’s words, I can see the crazy in his eyes. He is enormous, though. Matteo has muscles and a strong jaw but looks exactly as he is, like a politician. My eyes fall on Lorenzo. He’s young, may