TIFFANY WEST
The mansion was a sprawling estate with several wings, each of which I was told belonged to the Russo brothers— Lorenzo, Savio, Dario— and a guy named Ronan.
“I don't see guards anywhere?” I asked as I followed him down the familiar hallways.
He threw me an amused quizzical stare. “Already planning your prison break?”
“I'm glad you realized this is a prison for me,”
He remained silent. “We don't need them. Even Dario is capable of defending himself, and with you, I'll assign someone to follow you around,”
“I could run you know,”
“Try it,” It was a dare and warning from him.
A cold shiver erupted at the base of my spine. “Would you feel good about yourself, catching a girl half your size?”
“Yes,” There wasn't an ounce of doubt in his reply.
I crossed my arms as we entered the large bedroom I had woken up.
“We'll share the same room,
“So we'll sleep next to each other. We'll fuck like a happily married couple. And I'll cook and cater to you like a good little wife. Aren't you worried I might try to kill you while you're fast asleep in your own bed?”
“I'd like to see you try,”
The dark edge in his voice should have sent a shiver down my spine, but instead heat pricked at the bottom of my stomach, sparking to life.
“I'm not sharing the same with you,” I said and without even glancing at me, he walked to the right corner of the room, towards a door. He pulled it open and it led to a small room. I stepped inside and noticed my suitcase from the hotel on the bed.
It was smaller in comparison to his, but I'd rather sleep in there than on the same bed with him. I opened the door close to me, and it led to the bathroom. I moved to the next door, but it was locked.
Raising a brow, I turned to meet his cold blue eyes on me while he leaned against the adjoined door separating our rooms.
“There's only one door needed to leave this room, and that'll be mine,”
“Thanks for making me feel exactly like a prisoner here,” I murmured, before meeting his gaze again. “You do know none of these would stop me from trying to escape right?”
He didn't say anything, just pulled away from the wall about to leave when I called for his attention again.
“My phone?”
“In your bag,” He left, not sparing a glance at me.
Immediately, I dug the phone from my bag, turning the device on before dialing Elena's number. It didn't get to the second ring before she answered.
“Tiff? Thank goodness, I've been calling you. How are you doing? Did he hurt you?”
“Not exactly, but he drugged me and brought me to his house,”
“I know. I saw him take you. But there was nothing I could do,”
I didn't doubt her for a second. Lorenzo was definitely not the type of person who'd listen to anyone, much less Elena. “I can't stay here Elena. I can't,”
There was a pause on her end. “Have you spoken to him, maybe there's —”
“There's no compromising from him. I need to leave here,”
“Whatever you need me to do I'll do it. But if you're able to escape, what next? Would you go back to New York? Knowing Lorenzo he'd just hunt you down and drag you back. The cops and the law won't be able to do a thing, he literally has them in his pocket and Dimitri isn't too thrilled about interfering in this matter,”
I knew Elena was right. Lorenzo would just find me and bring me back even if I escaped as long as I was still married to him. And I knew better than to accept help from the cops. I was basically on my own, but I couldn't not do anything. I couldn't remain trapped in a marriage I didn't want, especially to a Mafia don.
*****
(Thirteen Years Ago)
(Lorenzo- 15 years old; Savio- 12 years old; Dario- 2 years old.)
LORENZO RUSSO
“You are a fucking waste of my blood. You and your brothers share your mother's tainted blood genes. You're all disappointments. Your stepbrother, Viktor, will become Don when I retire,” Father glowered at me. His lips curled in disgust.
“Being a capo is my birthright. I'm your legitimate son,” Ever since the night of my mother's death, and my father brought in Viktor, his illegitimate son from one of his whores, he treated me, Savio, and even Dario like dirt. I'd thought it was for our sake, to make us stronger for future tasks. I'd done everything to prove my worth to him.
“You and your brothers are disappointments, but don't you worry, I won't allow you to bring shame down on me,” Father's lips curled darkly, and without hesitation, he plunged the knife deep into my stomach. And all I felt was pain. Bone deep.
I thought I had died, but I hadn't. Hope flared through me as I tried to open my eyes.
“Shut up boy,” That was Harold's voice. He was his father's trusted soldier.
I struggled into a sitting position and peeled my eyes open. My ribs burned like hell. I felt pain in my lower stomach where my father had stabbed me.
Harold turned to me. “You're stronger than I thought. Good for you,”
My vision was blurry. I was sitting in the back of the car. And next to me was Savio and Dario. They were both unconscious.
“What did you do to them?”
Harold met my gaze through the rearview mirror. “Relax boy. I gave them an antidote right after your father poisoned them. They are just sleeping,”
“Where?” I coughed, shifted on my seat, and then winced in pain. “Where are we?”
“Kansas City,” Harold steered the car into an empty parking lot. “Final stop,”
He got out then opened the back door, and pulled me out, before pushing out Savio and Dario. I gasped in pain, holding my ribs, and staggering closer to the car.
“What are you doing?”
He pulled open his wallet and handed me a twenty-dollar note and a coin. I took it confused, staring at him.
“Perhaps you all will survive. Perhaps you all won't but I refuse to add killing a bunch of children into my charges to hell,” He grasped my throat, forcing me to meet his cold gaze. “Your father thinks you boys are dead, you'd be smart to keep it that way. Make sure you and your brothers stay off our territory,”
Their territory? Once upon a time, it was my territory. My heritage. I didn't have anything else.
I glanced at my brothers’ unconscious figures. “Please. Don't leave us here,” We won't make it. Dario was too young for this.
He shook his head, slid into his car, and drove off.
I sank to my knees next to my brothers. My clothes were covered in blood. We'd been ousted from our own home. We had nothing but the dollar note and coin and a knife strapped to the holster on my calf.
I coughed and tasted blood. We had nothing. Perhaps we'd die anyway. I fought the tears that wanted permission past my eyes when something caught my attention. There was a huge graffiti on the wall of a building next to my right. A snarling wolf in front of swords.
My eyes widened in horror as I remembered, that Kansas City fell under the Bratva territory. It belonged to the Russians.
Fuck. Harold couldn't kill me and my brothers, but I was sure this place might.
Two days later. Only two days and we ran out of money and hope. I tried to get money by pickpocketing the next day. I'd chosen the wrong guy and been beaten up. I didn't know how to survive on the streets but I couldn't stop trying otherwise my brothers and I would end up dead. And I still had a debt to pay to the man that we once called father.
The next day I had stolen some burgers and fries from the old man who ran a food van. He was a Bratva and I had no fucking clue not until I was hunted down in the parking lot where I hid behind a van.
Suddenly a black haired guy with gray eyes appeared from nowhere. He was bruised, but not as badly as me, dressed in fight shorts. He stared at me.
“Stealing from the Bratva in this area means you got a death wish or are batshit crazy,” He glanced at the side of my stomach I was holding. “Probably both,” His voice had a rich Italian accent.
“I didn't know he was Bratva,” I said.
He shrugged and looked over his shoulder before turning back with a twisted smile. “What family?”
“Ndrangheta,” I spit out in rage. “Bit anymore I guess. My father wants me dead,” I paused, scanning him. He was covered in scars. He looked almost my age. “You?”
“Famiglia,” His black eyes took in my injury. “We have to kill those fuckers after you, that's the only way out of this. I suppose you know how to fight,”
Who the hell was he? “This isn't my first rodeo,”
The black-haired guy pulled out his karambit blade just as soon as three Russians after me attacked us. He brutally killed two of the Russians with his blade, while I killed the third.
“We should leave, more Russian fuckers will be here soon,” He led me out of the parking lot.
“Why did you help me?”
There was dark amusement in his eyes. “Because I like to fight and kill. Because my family wants me dead too. But most importantly, because I have a feeling we'll make a good team,”
“Who are you?”
“Dimitri Castello,” There was that twisted smile again as he stretched out his hand. “You?”
“Lorenzo Russo,” I took his hand. “I also have a feeling we'll make a good team, but first we have to get my brothers,”
That day a new hope sparked in my heart, and I knew one day I'd go back to where it all started with my brothers. I'd send a bullet into the head of the man I had called father and reclaim my birthright.
(PRESENT)LORENZO RUSSOThere were two rules I always followed. Never leave the house without my .45. And never put myself in a position I knew I couldn't get out of. I'd only survived this long by following those two simple rules. I'd never been tempted to break them— up until I made a costly mistake by fucking her that night. And now I made another one by marrying the little vixen.One bad decision was starting to fuck up my entire life.I hadn't even known she was in any way related to Francis Strauss, even when he had proposed marriage to his stepdaughter. I couldn't care less. Even when I had discovered the family connection a few months ago when she had visited Las Vegas during Christmas. I still didn't give a fuck. I'd rather aim my bullets in Francis' head and get the debt over it. But everything changed in a second. A second and a fucking name was enough to change it all.Soon I found out Francis was also involved with the Turkish Mafia. He owed them as much as he did me and
TIFFANY WEST I leaned against the adjoined door, listening to the subtle noise that lingered in Lorenzo's room. It was a few minutes past four am when I'd been startled awake by the sounds from his room. It seemed he had just returned home. After a few more minutes, the door from his room opened and closed again. He had left?Gently, I pull my open, peeking into his room. He wasn't in. I stepped into his room. It was eerily dark. With dark walls and mahogany furniture, it had a masculine touch.I left his room, the cold from the marble tiles seeping into my feet. The lights in the mansion had been turned off. I wandered around, heading to the front door, but it was locked as well as the back door.The only light that was on was coming from down the hallway. I walked towards the hall opening, and took a right, heading into uncharted territory. There were more paintings down this way. More rooms too. I heard a clang as I approached the glass door at the very end. Then another. Weight
TIFFANY WESTIt was an explosion of fire, bursting inside me, spreading from my stomach to the tip of my fingers, and shamelessly, thoughtlessly, I kissed him back.Fuck. It hadn't even lasted more than a minute but I could still feel the intensity of his lips pressed against mine, invoking everything I shouldn't feel. But I did. It was intense, resurrecting an insatiable want and need.I jerked from my thoughts, my eyes snapped up to find Stefano, the new babysitter Lorenzo had left to guard me right after he left in the morning, without saying anything about the kiss.I wasn't one to hold something as trivial as a kiss in my mind, but strangely, it had consumed my entire thoughts and I wished I hated it.I narrowed my eyes at him, trying my hardest not to glare. The guy was almost twice my size, with hard muscles and scars, and a very terrifying scowl on his face.“What's it?”“That thing's been buzzing for hours,” He pointed at my phone, and to my surprise, it had been really ringi
TIFFANY WESTMy breath escaped me in one rush as Lorenzo pressed his body deeper into mine. I could feel every inch of him against me.“Lorenzo,” His name was barely a whisper against my lips, but I clung to him desperately like he was my lifeline. Tears blurred my vision, but I held them back.His gaze leveled to the open wound in my hand. They remained there for more than a second. His jaw clenched hard and muscles grew taut beneath my palm. When he brought his ice-blue eyes back to me, the darkness in his soul had licked into his eyes, filling them with black. His gaze held a silent promise of retaliation.“Where are you hiding whore? Viktor wants to see his fucking whore, fortunately, he doesn't care if we bring you dead or alive. After all, you were his before the fucker stole you,” The voice echoed around us, drawing closer.The hold on his gun tightened, his head tilted to the side, listening for a second. I could hear the heavy footfalls of my chasers, they were drawing close.
“Fuck. With the excruciating pain, I feel, it might as well still be in there,” My fingers curled into his shirt, digging into his arm as he used scissors to cut through my shirt, ripping it off until I was only in my blood-stained white lacy bra.He examined the fresh wound carefully before he picked up a cotton wool and began to gently clean the wound himself.I swallowed, stunned quiet. His gentle touch against my skin ignited something deep inside of me. A flame. Burning to life in my chest, and consuming every inch of me. His gentleness was shocking.I couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever done something like this for me. Not since Dad. How could a man be so cold, and yet so warm all at once?The pain was excruciating nonetheless. Even after he had cleaned it up and carefully dressed it, it still hurt like a bitch.“The Doc would take another look at it when he gets here,” I nodded. My unharmed hand behind my back to unclip my bra. “I need to get out of these,”Lorenzo
LORENZO RUSSO“Capo, I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean—” Stefano began, jerking up from the couch as soon as I descended the stairs. “Not now!” My voice was calm. Dangerously calm. “Where's Dario?” I poured myself a glass of vodka, chugging it down at once. The burn blended smoothly with the anger of wanting to lose.“He's in his room,”“Keep him there,” I'd deal with Dario later. Since he'd hit puberty he was completely intolerable and had been difficult even before that. And now his induction as a Made Man was in a few weeks, and the kid was acting up. He was fifteen, he should have been inducted at thirteen when he had his first kill, but Savio and I knew he hadn’t been ready. I couldn't keep pushing his induction any further. He was a Russo, and it was time he grew up and started acting like it. Maybe I sheltered him too much from the cruel realities of our world. He wasn't like Savio and me. And if he kept on acting like a child, even being a Russo would not save him. “And Savio?”
LORENZO RUSSO “Came to watch me shower?” I flicked my attention to her as I turned.It was a question. But she only let her gaze travel through every inch of my tattooed skin until it rested on my cock. I was fucking hard just seeing her in my shirt. Her breasts tightened under the fabric, her nipples hardening under my attention. The shirt was barely covering enough, and with the lustful way she was looking at me, nothing was stopping me from pulling her into the shower and fucking her against the glass. But I held back.“What happened?” Her eyes were no longer on my pulsing dick. They were now on the crimson fluid that washed from my body to my feet.I didn't reply.She tried again. “Did you kill him? The other guy dragged into the truck?”I still didn't reply. Eager to see where she was heading with this.“So you did,”“Disappointed?” I raised a brow. She had no idea how focusing my rage on that fucker saved the streets of Vegas.She gave me an incredulous look. “He tried to kill
TIFFANY WESTIt really hurts like hell. The pain only grew worse after some days. But luckily, the medication the doctor had me on sometimes relieved me of the pain. Elena stayed with me for the last few days before she returned to New York with Dimitri. Hopefully, they'll be back soon. Without someone to talk to, I was slowly losing my mind.I shifted on Lorenzo's bed. I hadn't returned to the inner room yet. Strangely, I was getting comfortable on his bed and his clothes. They made me feel safer. Warner and even calmer.“Yeah? Come in,” A knock drew me from my thoughts. And soon the youngest Russo stalked into my room.He glanced around before his gaze fell on me. He looked somewhat lost in the middle of the room.“How are you doing?” He took some steps closer, his eyes on my shoulder.“Bored to death, but it's better than being dead honestly,” I joked.The kid chuckled. “I have a few books and ice cream for you,” He held out four books and a bowl filled with ice cream. He walked cl
TIFFANY WEST As soon as the line of SUVs halted in front of the Russos mansion, I let out a sigh of relief. I'd never thought the day would come when returning to Vegas felt like returning home.I left the SUV with Dario, Milo, and the other guy, Elio, while Savio, Chloe, Leona, and the two other girls rescued from Montenegro rode in the second SUV. Even after stepping on Vegas soil, Savio hasn't been able to get in contact with those he left behind in Montenegro. It worried me. I didn't know what had happened to Lorenzo. I was almost on the patio when the front door burst open. I stopped in my tracks, sending a quiet glance at Milo. Before I could say anything, Elena rushed out, stepping a few inches away from me. Her brown eyes scanned me thoroughly. I had changed earlier on the jet. I was wearing pants and a shirt, but it did little to hide the bruises on my neck, arms, and face.My eyes watered immediately, not from the pain I was feeling though. I wasn't sure why, but I was an
TIFFANY WESTI woke up on a plush, unfamiliar bed, still dressed in the dress shirt one of Salvatore's men, Ortiz had forced me to wear. My head still pounded as if I had been at a month-long rave, and there was a soft spot that throbbed even harder near my temple.It took a few seconds to blink away the groggy confusion. To remember what happened.I didn't move. I didn't breathe.I took in my surroundings— the expensive furniture, the small space. And something in my brain clicked. Quickly, I scrambled up from the bed, rushing to the curtain covering the small window. I tugged at it, and looking at the window, I froze.Fuck. We were up in the air. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Savio had knocked me out back at Salvatore's mansion. And we just left. We'd just left Lorenzo back there. Surrounded by more reinforcement of Salvatore's men.My eyes glistened, and just as I was about to hurry through the small door, it opened and Dario stepped in. His gaze widened in shock and relief as they found me.
TIFFANY WEST I felt something cold slip up my back thighs and into the waistband of my lacy panties, but I didn't look. Instead, my eyes were fixed on his moving lips.My brows lifted the instant I could make out his breathless words, but before an emotion could betray me, Lorenzo shoved me hard to his side, my back hurt hard against the wall, and I crashed to the floor.“Get her out of here Salvatore. I don't have the time or patience for a child's game. This has all been entertaining, but let's be honest here: you don't want Reno or any other thing. That's not why you took my brothers and called me here. Family dinner? Fuck don't be ridiculous, tell me what you truly want?”Silence held the air captive once more, and this time it was shattered by Salvatore's dark laughter. “I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,”“The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a
TIFFANY WESTI was a heartbeat away from hysteria. The delirium loomed close, ramping up my pulse as I stared at the old bastard I still couldn't believe was Lorenzo's father. The thick suffocating silence in the air still held Salvatore's threat in place.Tension crackled in every direction as I waited for either Salvatore to take back his threat or Lorenzo to crumble, but neither did. Instead, the two Russos just stared at each other, almost as if they were having a secret conversation through their eyes.All I could do was wait for the spark to ignite the situation into a raging inferno, but the silence stretched into another minute before Lorenzo abruptly pulled up from his chair, silently walking over to the mini bar at the corner to pour himself a drink and then he trekked over the open window, staring into the darkness.“What do you say, son?” Salvatore's voice taunted once more, his eyes shifted to mine. The intense darkness looming within attempted to force me to look away, b
LORENZO RUSSO Trying to keep my rage at bay was a losing battle. I could feel the rage simmering underneath my skin while my gaze slid from Tiffany's bare feet, up her once flawless thighs to the hem of the overbearing white shirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. She wasn't dressed in the body hug top and jeans she'd been wearing in the video.My fist curled into a tight ball of fury. One I knew too well. One that would only be appeased if someone died right now by my hands.“What the fuck happened to her?” My voice remained calm and controlled as usual. I wasn't one prone to raging outbursts. That was Savio. As aloof as he could be, he was also hot-tempered. “Why the fuck is she wearing that?”“Ortiz was just messing around. Don't get too worked up, nothing drastic happened. She's one feisty little cunt,” Salvatore's explanation didn't sink in. Nothing breached my internal battle.I wanted their blood.I craved their pain and everything torturous every second they breathe
LORENZO RUSSO“Two at three o'clock,” Dimitri said, his voice low and quiet as they echoed in my ears.“One at ten,” I heard from Dimitri’s capo, Luca, just as I adjusted the little device in my ears.“Three on the balcony at four,” Ronan's voice seeped in as well. He had joined us after escorting Leona and the two girls he had rescued with Savio into one of our jets, and they were already on the way to Las Vegas.I slanted a glance over at Vito from the passenger seat. The car slowed as we reached the corner of Salvatore's street. He had forwarded an address the second our call disconnected.I took out my phone, sending a quick text to Savio. I was fucking worried, I hadn't heard from him since Ronan and he parted ways. I had no idea what the fuck was happening at his end with Frizz, and the younger Duval. He could be in trouble seeing as he wasn't even picking up or hadn't read my previous texts informing him about Salvatore's sudden appearance and Tiffany's and Dario's situation.“
TIFFANY WESTI sat on one of the chairs in the dining room, cradling my cell in my hand while I stared at the sheer curtains billowing in front of an open glass door leading outside. I could barely see the faint outline of the deck chairs, the beach umbrella, and the corner of the pool. There were Lorenzo's men at every corner, and I honestly doubt anyone could successfully get past the mansion doors even if there was an attack, yet Lorenzo's words kept troubling me.I sighed, glancing at the time. It was almost eight, and the darkness outside made me grow more anxious. Stefano was a significant foot away from me; he was leaning against the wall, staring out into the darkness while Dario had joined the men outside twenty minutes ago, and I couldn't stop thinking about Lorenzo, debating whether I should call Lorenzo or not. I was going crazy with worry, I needed to hear his voice and know he was okay.Finally, I made up my mind to give him a call. But my worry only intensified as I lis
LORENZO RUSSO It was five after seven and my men were already waiting in ambush, blending into the darkness. We received the route Viktor would be using to meet up with Frizz from Savio and Ronan and we were waiting for him.It didn't take long before a line of three cars came into sight, and on cue, it began raining bullets, causing a return fire from Viktor and his men. One of his cars flipped over, while the others came to a halt from busted tires.The gunfire lasted a few more minutes before we cleared up Lorenzo's men, leaving just the bastard Russo.He had sustained a bullet wound to the stomach from the gunfire but was far from vulnerable. His cold-blooded eyes shot to mine as I stalked closer to one of the SUVs he had used as a cover.His eyes darkened when they met mine, and his lips pressed into a thin grimace. He remained silent, his jaw clenched as he watched me lower to my haunches in front of him.I examined him carefully, rubbing my hand on my jaw, then met his gaze ag
LORENZO RUSSO“Come,”I led Tiffany back to the bedroom and stopped near the bed. I jerked my head to the door on the left, staring at her. It was barely noon, yet she looked painfully beautiful in simple jeans and a white body hug top that exposed the piercing on her little belly button.I felt myself go hard, and maybe if it wasn't for the important task today, I would have contemplated spending my day buried in that body of hers. But I couldn't. And the restless anxiety that followed me from the early hours of the morning still stuck with me. No, it only grew worse.I had started to believe bringing Tiffany and Dario here was a bad idea. Dario was a Russo and well capable of defending himself. Even though he hadn't been initiated yet, he had killed before during one of the Bratva attacks a few years ago and I knew with the proper motivation called survival instinct, he could kill again. But still, something about not being around them, especially now that Viktor was in Montenegro,