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Domenico Thirteen
I stared up at him, my brain trying to process his words. My gaze bounced between his eyes, confusion flooding me. What was he talking about?I had less than two seconds to decide what my response was. Go or stay? And which was the right answer?Did I trust him enough to leave? Or was he simply dragging me to another level of hell?The silence made up my mind. There was nobody around, not even Marco. We were alone.He slipped my shoes on as I sat up, then pulled me to my feet.His hand sat in the space between us. I looked from it to his eyes and made my decision—I slipped my hand in his.“Why are you helping me?” I asked as we raced across the open space to the door leading to the fire escape.“Because I’m your knight in fucking black armor, princess. Now let’s go before they notice your cage is empty.”My muscles were stiff, and his arm wrapped around my waist to help hold me up while we descended the stairs.There were a couple of beat-up cars in the gravel lot, inc
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Fourteen
The next day I was feeling better. While not the healthiest, pizza was definitely higher in nutrition than my sandwiches. By noon I had managed to eat three slices. I also drank and drank and drank. Dehydration was part of my issues, it turned out.The more food and water I was able to get in me, the better.Domenico was different. Still dominant and grating, but now his touch set me on fire. I knew more, understood why.He was not a sadist. He was my savior.“He told me to do whatever it took to keep you safe.”Whatever to keep me safe included how he had to hurt me, because the alternative was far worse.“How long are we going to be here?” I asked, nibbling on the crust of the last piece I’d gotten down. Even full, I felt a surge of energy that I hadn’t felt in weeks.His lips formed a thin line. “I’m still working out a plan.”“You planned out the whole escape, didn’t you?”He nodded. “But there wasn’t time to plan past this point. There are those loyal to me who in
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Fifteen
Sex was so much better after I admitted how much I wanted him. After he told me how much he needed me.For three days we’d remained locked in the hotel room. There were many hours that he kept watch out the window while I read one of the books I’d picked up from my apartment. I’d finished Domenico’s War and Peace while still in my cage and I was ravenous to read more.Oh, how I’d missed reading. I was elated to read again.“Isn’t your car conspicuous?” I asked as he stared out the window.“It’s not there.”I blinked and turned to him. I knew it was a bad neighborhood, but wow. “Someone stole it?”He gave a small shake of his head. “The motel owner has it in a storage garage in the back.”“Do you trust him?”“Not particularly, but a grand in hand and no questions were asked.”Based on his car and his status, money didn’t seem to be much of an issue for him. He was paid well. “So your little gang…what does it do for Ferrante?”His brow furrowed. “Why do you ask?”“From
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Sixteen
The weight of Domenico’s arm around my waist along with his chest pressed against my back gave me the best night sleep I’d had in a long time. The bed was shitty and hard, but the safety I felt lulled me into a deep sleep.I stared at the drab walls with the dirty, peeling wallpaper and waited, snug in his embrace, for him to wake up.His arm flexed, pulling me tighter to him.For days we’d been holed up in that small motel room.My strength had greatly improved with the increase in calories and fluid. My skin no longer looked like a corpse. My eyes were no longer encircled by darkness. Even my weight had begun to bounce back a little.After five days, the biggest secret had been revealed. We were both part of the same family organization, only I was a deserter. That was why my treatment was different.Later in the day, I was reading when a question that nagged at me sprang forth. “That Russian girl was only there a few days. Why was I given a rose and she wasn’t?”He lo
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Seventeen
When we got off the interstate, we were still alone. The anxiety that one of them was going to suddenly pop out had me still clutching the door so hard my hand hurt, but I couldn’t let go.The area shifted, no longer dirty and run down—everything was pristine and well-manicured.The Northbrook neighborhood I grew up in was still marked by massive mansions with a few smaller, older homes mixed in. Many of them had been torn down to have the giant structures replace them.My stomach knotted at the wrought-iron fencing, and I took a deep breath before I stared up at the stone facade, noticing how little had changed in three years.My hands shook as we pulled up to the house that I had once called home. It was the property my father purchased when he’d climbed his way higher into the organization. A veritable fortress, a gilded cage.As soon as we stepped out of the car, there were half a dozen men outside, half of them with their hands on their guns. I recognized the man in f
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Eighteen
It had been years since I’d been cut off from my mother’s family, and there was one man I knew who would help. My only hope was that I could reach him before his men opened fire on us. Thankfully we were only about ten minutes away.“Stay with me. Please,” I said as I bit back tears.Nearly a decade had passed since I’d visited, but I still knew the way. My mother had made sure of it. She’d even made a song of it, a rhyme. It was a little like “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes,” but with street names. Maybe she knew one day I would need him and that was how I would remember.The estate was larger than I recalled but held more warm memories than my father’s house. A tall stone-and-iron fence surrounded the property and the gate was open, one guard in the shack, but there was no time to stop.It had been so long since I’d last seen my grandfather. Would he recognize me? The years apart were not by my choice, but the tighter my father wound the leash around my mother’s neck, t
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Nineteen
I followed Luca through the central hall with its large marble staircase. A glance down the extra-wide hall, and I was reminded of the sheer size of the estate.I’d forgotten that, though my grandfather was second, he’d raised his family here alongside my great-uncle. Both were great men who’d lost their wives and daughters early, and I could see the toll in his eyes.“You know, you could have at least told me who you worked for,” I said to Luca as we ascended the steps.“Would you have believed me?” he asked as we reached the top and continued down the hall.“Maybe.”We stopped at the third door down. There was no special marking—it looked just like the other doors, but when he opened it, a wave of nostalgia hit me.“Relax here. There will be a maid up soon to help you.” He closed the door behind him, and I was alone in silence.The room was familiar. One I’d been in long ago, one that hadn’t changed. There was a large four-poster bed against one wall, and a floral duve
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Domenico Twenty
Amelia dried my hair, straightening out my waves as she did so, curling the ends as she went. While that was going on, the girl they’d sent to get me new undergarments returned, and we were able to get me fixed up and into my chosen outfit.It was strange, stepping into a dress that my mother once wore. It was a little large due to my weight loss, but thankfully it had a tie-up back. I think that was why Amelia picked it. Her shoes, however, were nearly a size too large, but we found a pair with clasps that would help keep them on.When I stepped out of the room, two men were stationed across the hall. They were my guards, but I wondered why I needed them. One started walking, and I fell in line behind him as the second followed me.As we walked, more staff and members of the organization stepped out of our way.The respect I was regarded with was both familiar and strange after years of no one showing respect as I walked among them. The men around me watched each step, but
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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Domenico After all the words and all the things…
When I started writing this, well, it was an idea I’d had on the backburner, so when I was approached to become part of the Sinister Fairy Tale Collections, I was like “Ya know, I have this start of an idea and about 3 scenes.”It exploded from there.Oddly, the scene where she wakes up in the cage and when Domenico comes out of the shadows was the one scene that stayed from that original idea.I hope you loved Domenico and Ari as much as I loved writing them.To Jo, thank you for escaping.The beginning scene on the bridge was a real life incident that happened to one of my oldest and dearest friends. While she was able to get out of the situation before they got her stopped due to flashing lights nearby, it could have turned out horribly wrong for her.Please be aware of your surroundings. If something doesn’t seem right, call the police. It’s better to be discovered as nothing than something happening to you.Stay safe!Easter egg (ha! I’m lit
Domenico Epilogue
A year and a half later…The whirlwind that was our marriage didn’t allow for things like a honeymoon, even after our wedding for the masses. However, we both needed a break. Desperately.For a year I’d gotten an in-depth schooling of the inner workings of organized crime. It made me realize all I’d gleaned before was just the tip of the iceberg.There were so many pieces constantly at play to keep track of.My grandfather was wonderful in reminding me of my Vitale lineage and history, and I was ready to carry on our dynasty as a Ferrante.Four weeks ago we boarded a plane and left Chicago, bound for a boat and the sea. Domenico once told me his dream, and I’d wanted to make it come true.While I had a feeling the three-hundred-foot yacht we chartered was not the sailboat Domenico had envisioned, the size was necessary due to the amount of staff we were required to travel with.Business never stopped, and it was difficult for Domenico to relinquish control, but w
Domenico Thirty-Three
From the moment Giovanni showed up, our lives had been nothing but a whirlwind. From the choice we’d had to make, which was really no choice at all, to getting retribution on my father and releasing him from service, to pulling up to the Vitale stronghold in a Ferrante vehicle.My life was no longer the standard life by which I was accustomed to living.For the last several years, I’d stripped to put a roof over my head and food on my table just to be out from underneath my tyrant of a father. For the first time in my life, I was free.Now, I’d willingly traded my freedom for a cage—one that would give me a lifetime with the man I loved. My father was dead, and the structure of the organization was a little unstable. Time was critical, and all moving parts had to be settled before we would be given even a moment to adjust to our new roles.For Domenico, there was less of an adjustment. He already knew everything the Ferrante organization was doing, as he had orchestrated ma
Domenico Thirty-Two
The days passed quickly as Domenico and I took hold of our new roles. The Ferrante household was strained, to say the least. The uneasy acceptance from his siblings ratcheted up the tension, and my presence didn’t help.The household held a buzzing energy that I was desperate to get a reprieve from. I knew it would take a while for everyone to accept Domenico’s new position as well as our marriage, but I also knew it was only going to get worse when it was announced to the rest of the organization.Giovanni didn’t seem concerned, especially not after his ultimatum.After my encounter with Salvatore, I knew we were going to have an uphill battle of trust with the Vitale side. They didn’t know me, and to some it mattered that my mother was a Vitale, but to others it didn’t. Salvatore was going to be a problem that would have to be dealt with if my grandfather hadn’t already.I didn’t wander the house without Domenico or a guard, so while I waited for Domenico to finish his me
Domenico Thirty-One
It felt like whiplash—and quite a role reversal. At my grandfather’s Domenico had been heavily guarded, and as we walked down to the dining room I couldn’t help but notice all eyes were on me.When we arrived, Giovanni was sitting at the head of the table. He looked up from his drink and smiled. “Much better. You no longer look fresh off the battlefield.”The rest of the table was empty.“Where is everyone?” I whispered to Domenico.“They like to be fashionably late,” Domenico said with a sigh of annoyance.A chuckle came from Giovanni as he stood and pulled out the two chairs to his right. “Sit here. They’ll be in shortly.”“Has Manetto or Renata spread the word about Roman?” Domenico asked as he pushed my chair in for me.Giovanni returned to his seat and swirled the brandy in his glass before taking a slow sip. “I forbade them, so it is possible, though I think Manetto returned to his line of cocaine, and Renata is probably plotting some manipulation.”Just then ther
Domenico Thirty
Once everything was settled, Giovanni released us to clean up, assuring us he would send the physician to tend to our wounds. I didn’t even want to look at myself in a mirror. In twenty-four hours I’d been hit by a car, had my head slammed into metal bars, and had been beaten with a belt. Domenico didn’t look much better. I hadn’t really gotten to focus on much but the presence of him, and I had a feeling there was more to be seen under his clothes.When we stepped out of his office, a woman in slick black heels and tears streaming down her face stomped toward us.“You murderer!” I recognized her as Renata Ferrante, Giovanni’s wife. Domenico stepped in front of me, but when I watched her pull her hand back to strike him, I moved in front of him and grabbed hold of her wrist.“Don’t you fucking touch him, you witch,” I growled.“Get your hands off of me, maggot!” she screeched.In her heels she was easily six inches taller than me, so I turned her wrist outward, bringing he
