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
ELENA DUVALI had gone to one of the guest rooms downstairs to shower. By the time I was done, and headed back to the bedroom, Dimitri had left. And as usual, he didn't come home that night.No matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake the memory of Dimitri's mouth on mine. The firmness of his lips. The heat of his body. The subtle expensive scent of his cologne and the self-assured weight of his hand around my waist.Days later, I could still feel the vividness of the moment as clearly as if it'd just happened, and what was worse, everywhere I turned, the little display at the bathroom kept sneaking back into my mind no matter how hard I tried to banish it.It was infuriating. But not as infuriating as coming home every day to a silent, spotless house. Dimitri had left for Europe on a business trip the next day after the Glam event, and our unfinished conversation.It had been a week already since I had last seen him, and I only found out yesterday that he had returned to New York, bu
ELENA DUVALTo say in absolute honesty, I couldn't stand the silence on the drive back home. It was everything between suffocating and uncomfortable, especially with just the two of us in his Ferrari. He had simply collected the keys from Chris, insisting on driving.This was the first time we were together, alone in a car and somehow the car felt so small or was it just me?I looked out the window to the rear mirror and I noticed Allen closely behind in the silver Mercedes we had driven all day.I flicked a gaze over to Dimitri. He had his eyes trained on the road.He was pissed. But I had no idea why. If it was because I had showed up unannounced or because I had kissed him unexpectedly.Or maybe because of the little drama with the Whitmans or maybe it was my dress. With the annoyed glance, he threw my way before we got into the car. I could tell he hated the dress too but I wasn't sure why.I leaned back into the leather seats, and thankfully, we soon arrived at the Ford's mansion
ELENA DUVALI wasn't sure if what I was seeing was real or not at this point. I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but the look in his eyes darkened as his gaze trekked down my body. Almost as if he was undressing me, leaving me completely bare before him. And the crazy part was, I liked it. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I felt the curious gazes of his companions shift on me, and then suddenly, one after the other, I felt curious gazes travel over to me.“They are all staring at us,” I muttered over to Tiffany under my dazzling smile, still keeping Dimitri's gaze. I just couldn't seem to look away, not with how he was looking at me.“Not us beautiful, they are staring at you, everyone wants to know who this sexy as fuck goddess is, Elena,” I could barely hear Tiffany's voice over the heat of Dimitri's gaze. It was distracting. I could see the curiosity in his gaze as well, eager to know what the hell was going on in my head.From my peripheral vision, a face crept into my v
“I'll tell you once we meet,” I said finally, before disconnecting.I pulled my gaze out of the window and into the evening darkness. I swear on my life Dad, Mum, I would send every one of them to hell, I would get back our company, restore our family's honor, and find my sisters. I swear this to you.“Allen, we'll make a stop at Lewis and Sons,” I said and he nodded with a “Yes, ma'am,”Soon, we pulled up at the luxurious curated mall, which was one of the Ford Empire Group's largest fashion subsidiaries. I was in the VIP section, going through some accessories to match the dress I had picked that was perfect for tonight. The Glam event was set to start by seven, and it was already a few minutes to the hour of seven. But I still had at least two hours before I made my appearance there.Tiffany joined me a few minutes later, and we started the necessary preparations for tonight. She was also attending tonight's party and had managed to secure two invites for us.It was a few minutes
ELENA DUVALI found Allen waiting for me beside the car just outside Mr Richardson Villa.He straightened up as soon as he saw me. “Ma'am, are we done?” I stopped walking, turning around to glance back at the villa, my hand on the brown envelope tightened. Everything Mr Richardson had said, rushing like a in my mind. His words and warnings.“Are you still going through this?” Mr Richardson had asked me, but what else did he expect me to do? I just found out the Whitmans were the cause of my parents' deaths and they stole my company. This wasn't just about revenge, or getting back the company. It was more than that. It was figuring out what happened to my family.Why would the Whitmans go to such great lengths to destroy us?Who were these people? Why did they want D&M Corp so bad that they had to destroy my family?And most importantly, who had my sisters? I had a feeling this wasn't just a case of missing persons. Someone took my sisters. And that someone was ensuring I would neve
ELENA DUVALI glanced at the time on my phone. It was a few minutes past the hour of three. I took in a deep breath, sipping from the glass of water on the table. I couldn't keep calm and I couldn't seem to stop my racing heart either. I tried to distract myself from the train of thoughts with the beautiful fountain almost at the center of Mr Richardson's home. It was beautiful. We had one like that in my family's villa in Texas.I was currently at Mr Richardson Villa. After I literally ambushed him in the parking lot, I suggested we go to a nearby restaurant to talk, but he insisted we go somewhere private. Somewhere safer. I rubbed my palms against one another, while I waited for him outside under the shade. And I straightened my shoulder as I saw him approach me with a brown envelope.“Elena,” He called my name as he settled in his chair and I leaned forward.“Mr Richardson,”“Please let's drop the formalities, call me as you've always,” He placed the brown paper on the table, le
I left the beach and made my way back to the mansion. On my way, I put a call through to Tiffany.“Tiff, what do you know about the merger between D&M Corporation and the Whitmans?” I asked quickly, hearing Tiffany's deep sigh over the phone.“Did you remember something?”“I just found out Krystal Group was a result of a merger between Dad's company and the Whitmans,”“Yeah, that's true. It happened right after your parents died. Your dad had signed the merger and I believe sold off his shares to the Whitmans—”“Dad would never. D&M Corporation was his life. Dad wouldn't just sign it off especially since Tyler turned out to be such a cheating bastard. The Whitmans were the ones desperate for that merger to save their crumbling company. Dad wouldn't just hand it over to them,” I was fuming with rage. Just the thought of it riled me up.“Well, you know, with the fraud, illegal dealings and bankruptcy D&M Corp was facing at the time, a merger or acquisition would have been the best optio
ELENA DUVALI inhaled, blinking my thoughts and the unsettling feeling away and as I shifted my attention back to Dimitri he was staring at me with that gaze that was literally saying “You wanted to talk, now talk, Elena”The memory of the look in his eyes the last time I had seen him sent a ghost of shiver down my spine.“You didn't come home last night, or the night before,” I struggled to keep my voice firm.“So you are really keeping tabs on me,” He said, dropping the cigarette between his fingers on a glass while his thumb ran through the bottom of his lips and amusement flashed in his depths.“Seeing as I am your wife, I believe I have earned that right,” I breathed in calmly. And involuntarily, without warning, my gaze moved to his expertly styled hair.It was always neat and perfect, so much so that I always felt the tempting urge to run my fingers through its softness. “It's not like I'm asking you where you were, or with whom,” I paused on my words as Dimitri leaned back in
DIMITRI CASTELLOMy brows furrowed and the corners of my eyes had begun to darken.Just one glance at her sent the blood rushing in my bones boiling. She was a fucking mess and I couldn't think straight. Just the red marks around her chin, neck, and Jesus, the fucking bruise on her lips made something within me snap. And I felt the anger that crept up beneath my skin. It was slow but searing. “Who hit you?” Was the first thing that left my lips as I withdrew my hand from her face. My voice was low and dark, sending a trembling shiver down her spine.Her body stilled suddenly, and I knew it wasn't because of the fucking rain. She was scared. She had no idea just what I was capable of but at least she had an inkling.“No one,” She answered with a trembling voice. Maybe I'd believe her if she wasn't a fidgeting mess already or if she wasn't covered in bruises. But nah, not even then.I knew it was a fucking mistake bringing her here. I'd known why she begged me to come here. To see tha