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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Fourteen
Hope. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when i opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what I wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. Hope. I searched for more. Answers i needed to questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until i remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still,i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, beautiful . Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake.
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Fifteen
Damian I stood in the darkened room and watched as Hope slept. The strain of the frown i was wearing inserted a dull ache in my temples. Her chest rose and fell with her slight breaths, and even in sleep, tension furrowed her brow. I moved closer and touched my fingers to her forehead, smoothing them across the pale skin. She was as lovely as ever, even in her weakened state. Raven curls lay haphazardly against the pillow. I took one between my fingers and moved it from her forehead. It was longer now, no longer the shorter cap of curls that had flown about her head as she laughed or smiled. Her skin had lost its previous glow, but i knew restoring her health would bring it back. Her eyes had been dull, frightened, but I remembered well the brilliant blue sparkle, how enchanting she looked when she was happy. I cursed and moved away from the bed. It had all been a ruse. She hadn’t ever been happy. Truly happy. It seemed I had been incapable of making her so. All the time we were
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Sixteen
Hope. Two days later, i sat nervously in a wheel chair, my fingers clutched tightly around the blanket the nurse had draped over my shoulders. Damian was standing behind me as the nurse gave him my aftercare instructions. I Really didn't want to leave, atleast not yet. The man claimed to be my husband but I had no memory of him. It didn’t help the fact that he made me nervous and self conscious. He would make any woman wearing hospital gowns feel small compared to his dolce pants. The man was built different with blue eyes and hair as shiny as a new toy. How he chose me to be his wife still puzzled me. I was nothing like him. I straightened my maternity top that one of the nurses had been so kind to provide. I was about four months pregnant. I had no idea how I felt about the pregnancy. The staff at the hospital had been so kind to me, and leaving them to go home with a stranger felt like still stepping into unknown land. But Damian had said I had no family, or at least that's wha
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Seventeen
Hope. The next morning, I sat across Damian as he watched me eat breakfast. He nodded approvingly when I managed to finish the omelette he had prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of her. Looking at him, he didn't look like the type that would be caught dead in a kitchen. He had staff that did everything for him, but he had dismissed them all and prepared my breakfast. And the omelette was surprisingly delicious. Maybe the man had more to him than his thousand dollar suits after all. Despite mu anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this man, this strange sexy man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitous of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure if it was out of deference to mu memory loss, and he had no wish to frighten me, or if this was simply the normal course of our relationship. "I had no idea you were so domesticated." i finally managed to say breaking the silence. He l
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Eighteen
Hope. My forehead wrinkled as my eyebrows came together. I pressed, trying to struggle through the thick cloak of black in my mind. Surely there had to be something, some spark of a memory. “Yet I wasn’t harmed,” i said in disbelief. “A fact I’m very grateful for,” Damian said. “Still, it must have been very frightening.” A sudden thought came to me, and my hand flew from his in alarm. “Was anyone else hurt?” Again his gaze flickered away from me for just a second. He reached up and recaptured my hand then brought it to his lips. A soft gasp escaped me when he pressed a kiss to my palm. “No.” I sagged in relief. “I wish I could remember. I keep thinking if I just try a little harder, it will come, but when I try to focus on the past, my head starts to spin.” Damian frowned. “This is precisely why I do not like to discuss the accident with you. The doctor warned against causing you any upset or stress. You must put the incident from your mind and focus on regaining your strength
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Nineteen
Hope. I dozed off, and when I woke up, i looked at the clock by my bed and saw that an hour had elapsed. I felt refreshed and drew away the covers, wanting to get up and move around. The constant rest was starting to make me restless. Though i was dressed in soft pajamas, I nevertheless reached for the silk dressing robe lying at the foot of my bed. Tying it around my body, i walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, where i found Patrice. I smiled at the other woman and assured her i was feeling well when she prompted me. Patrice nodded approvingly, and as if sensing my need to be alone, excused herself. I took the opportunity to explore the spacious penthouse. I walked from room to room, acquainting myself with my home. Only it didn’t feel like home. I could see Damian in the style and makeup of the decorations and furnishings, but I couldn’t see anything that made me feel as though I had made any mark on the apartment. For some reason, that discomfited me. I felt like
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Twenty
Damian I watched her go and cursed under my breath. I dragged a hand through my hair before i sat down and reopened the laptop. A quick check of the browsing history showed she had done nothing more than research memory loss and a few articles about my company. Another check of my files indicated none of my business documents had been accessed. I cursed again. I had reacted badly, so harshly , but seeing her using my computer had immediately put me on guard. I propped my elbows on the desk and held my head in my hands. My meeting with the detective in charge of the investigation into Hope’s abduction had been an exercise in frustration. They had little to no information to go on, and the one person who could supply it couldn’t remember. There were no new developments regarding where she had been for the past month. Hope hadn’t been rescued as the news had led viewers to believe; rather, she had been abandoned by her kidnappers, and an anonymous caller had alerted the police on he
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Twenty One
Hope. I stood in the closet of the bedroom Damian had given me, staring blindly at the row of clothing hanging in front of me. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and concentrated on what to wear. I rummaged through the many outfits, but none of them felt like me. With an unhappy frown i turned to the row of shelves that lined the right side of my closet and saw a stack of faded jeans next to several neatly folded T-shirts. I reached for the jeans, knowing that this was what i felt most comfortable in. But when I unfolded the first pair, i saw that they weren’t maternity pants. They were not going to fit. A quick search of the rest yielded the same results. I turned back around and flipped through outfit after outfit on the hangers and saw that they, too, were not suitable clothing for a woman in the more advanced stages of pregnancy. Why did i have nothing to wear? I glanced down at the bulge of my stomach. While i wasn’t huge, the waistlines of the clothing in my closet
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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 131
The doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God. “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.” “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.” I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob. “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality. “Yes?” “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.” “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said
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He was a passive-aggressive son of a bitch. Shooting someone in the eyes meant, “I’m watching you,” in our world. I honestly had no idea who it could be that wanted to send me a message so desperately that they would kill my best friend to do it. “Sit down, Sammie.” Tony told me. I took a seat at the table with the others and Tony said, “Does anyone know of any beefs against us?” Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine ha
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 129
129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 128
128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 127
127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 126
126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 125
125. “With clothes on,” she said. I laughed and said, “Yes, I’m going right now to get dressed, then I’ll order breakfast.” She only nodded, but she hadn’t let go of the doorknob. I half expected her to be gone when I got back, but to my delight and relief, she wasn’t. I found her sitting on the sofa looking out the window. I sat down in the chair across from her and smiled. She shot me a look that should by all rights have set me on fire. “Was this all some big pick-up game to you?” she asked. “A pick-up game? No, Bella. We both had too much to drink. I’m not normally a heavy drinker and last night I was looking for some liquid courage. Once you report what I have to tell you, life as I know it is going to implode. I wouldn’t have had the audacity to expect that a woman like you would ever want to be with a man like me.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not convinced. I wish she could see inside of my head because I meant every word. I know what I am. I’ve known sinc
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 124
124. I woke up in a strange place, in a strange bed, next to an extremely hot – and gloriously naked – strange man. …What happened last night? My mouth tasted like cotton and I had an icky sweet taste in my mouth that literally made me want to vomit. My stomach felt bloated, my head was pounding and I couldn’t hold my trembling hands still if I tried. There was light streaming in from the giant windows that surrounded the bed and it was doing nothing but making my head pound worse and darkening my already foul mood. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the strange bedfellow next to me. I tried to shake out my hair, but it was a tangled mess. The motion of sitting up had made me nauseated and once again I had the feeling that I was going to throw up. I looked around me, wondering where the bathroom was. I was humiliated enough just waking up here, the last thing I wanted to do was hurl all over hot guy. I needed to get the hell out of here. I slipped out of the bed and st
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter 123
123. Even not knowing exactly what Shane had planned for her, Mia was still relieved to see him when he entered the basement two days after Wallace had taken her from the street. Her first thought was he looked like hell. His normally robust tanned skin was pale, and his face looked gaunt, though he couldn’t have lost much weight in the four days since she’d seen him, even with a gunshot wound. Her gaze darted to the sling encasing his left arm, where she could see the bulky bandage covering most of the left side of his chest and clavicle underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It was insane, but she had to physically bite her tongue to keep from asking how he felt and fretting over him being out of the hospital already. The reality of her position and situation made it easier to rein in the concern. She lay on the cold concrete, naked as the day she was born, with her hands cuffed to her ankles, which were spread by a metal bar. It was an obscene, undignified pose, b
