Chapter Fifty Five

He ordered and she did as he said to tired to protest, when she came out of the shower the maids had left her clothes and she put them on without thinking. The short skirt and skimpy top emphasized her stunning body, adding the four inch patent heels and she looked like a Mafia Moll, just as he wanted. His eyes darkened appreciatively when he saw her and his dick grew hard, she was truly beautiful and he could see the lust reflected in his mens eyes. Taking off his jacket he draped it over her shoulders and she huffed angrily.

‘Questi sono i vestiti che mi avevi lasciato, se guardano è colpa tua’ [These are the clothes you had left for me, if they look it is your fault]

His grip on her arm tightened,

‘Non mancarmi di rispetto davanti ai miei uomini Juliette. Si divertiranno a guardarmi sculacciare il tuo bel’ [Do not disrespect me in front of my men Juliette. They will enjoy watching me spank your pretty ass]

She huffed again but bit her lip

‘Get in the car’

He ordered her in English and she did as she was told wondering where they were going at this early hour. She should have known, he had her so mixed up and aroused just by being close to her she had let  her guard down. She was dozing when the car pulled up and stopped, she blinked sleepily and then her eyes flashed open,

‘Why were they at the airport?’

Her car door was suddenly tugged open and before she could react she was scooped up by one of the Guards and carried onto his jet. As soon as he out her down she tried to get to her feet,

‘What the fuck?’

She struggled as the Guard held her down,

‘Behave Juliette, we are going home stop making such a fuss’

Romero ordered but she fought harder,

‘Let me go, let me go. How fucking dare you. You tricked me, I do not want to go back to Sicily. Let me go!’

She shouted angrily but he just sighed,

‘You have no one to blame but yourself’

He snapped and nodded at the Guards, her arm was pulled out from her side and held tightly so she could not move it,

‘No, Romero, don’t you fucking dare. I will never forgive you. No , no’

She screamed helplessly as the needle was plunged into her arm and the sedative injected, Her eyes locked with his as she continued to struggle but it took effect quickly and he saw the hurt in hers as she slumped back unconscious. He was confident he could win her round and tell her it was for her own safety, he would charm her and make love to her and she would do what he wanted.

He could not have been more wrong. When she woke up on the huge bed in his room hours later she was sick, only just making it to his bathroom before vomiting until she dry heaved. She managed to drag herself into the shower then returned to the bed and slept on until the next morning. When she felt a little better the maids brought her some fruit and bread and cheese and a large jug of freshly squeezed juice, she ate a little and waited to see if it stayed down. She wasn’t sick again so she ate the rest but did not get up, the slightest movement was a huge effort and she slept a lot for the next couple of days. Romero stayed away, he wanted to give her time to recover and calm down he felt guilty and he knew she would be angry.

Juliette pretended to take longer than she needed to recover, watching and waiting she covertly studies the comings and goings of the maids and the Guards. It was easy to plan her escape, they really thought she was ill and she played her part perfectly, when they least expected it she disappeared. Carlotta waited at the spot she had told her to hidden in the darkness by the curve in the road, she was startled when Juliette jogged around the bend and slipped into the car panting,

‘Get us out of here’

She gasped and her friend pulled the car onto the round and raced back to her villa,

‘He drugged me Carlotta’

She explained,

‘I never wanted to leave the States but he fucking drugged me’

The tears dripped down her cheeks at his betrayal,

‘I loved him’

She whispered,

‘I must be so fucking naive I loved him, how pathetic am I?’

She berated herself and Carlotta hugged her,

‘You are no different from millions of women all over the world honey. Every one of us has given out hearts only to have it shattered and broken by fucking men’

Carlotta said from bitter experience as Juliette lifted her head,

‘Well I’ve had enough, call my Father’s men and all the Dons who do not support Romero, he’s about to learn never to cross me again’

She dried her tears and strode into Carlotta’s office and hour later she stood before the selected Dons and told them her plans,

‘Siamo confusi Juliette, Romero e voi, non vi sposerete questo fine settimana? Sono sicuro di non essere l'unico ad avere un invito’ [We are confused Juliette, Romero and you, are you not marrying this weekend? I am sure I am not the only one who has an invitation]

Taking the gilt trimmed card her offered her she was shocked at what she read, it was a formal invitation to her wedding to Romero something she knew nothing about.

‘What the fuck is this?’

 She looked at Carlotta and anger burned in her eyes,

‘’What the fuck does he think I would just agree to marry him after he drugged and kidnapped me?’

Juliette was raging and turned to the Dons,

‘Non sapevo nulla di questo e posso assicurarvi gentiluomo che non sposerò il Gran Don Romero’ [I knew nothing of this and I can assure you gentleman I will not be marrying Grand Don Romero]

They looked at her angry face and could see she was not lying to them, their Leader an older Don called Giovanni, nodded,

‘Allora penso che faremmo meglio a metterci al lavoro, non è vero?’ [Then I think we had better get down to business, don’t you?]