Chapter 26RenzoFeeling a hell of a lot better since I killed Constellanos, I’m calmer when it comes to Skylar.With Dario and my men searching the globe for Servando Montes, I took some time to check on my mother before she left to visit her cousins in Sicily.Standing in the living room with a tumbler of whiskey in my hand, I stare out the floor-to-ceiling window, not actually taking in the scenery of the city skyline.I hear Skylar’s soft footsteps as she comes down the stairs, and turning around, my eyes follow her to the kitchen.I finish the last of the whiskey and set the glass down before I head to the kitchen. She’s busy taking ingredients from the fridge.I sit down on one of the chairs by the island so I can watch her cook. No amount of torture will have me admitting out loud that I like watching her prepare food for us.“What are you making for lunch?” I ask as I rest my forearms on the granite top.“Lamb rib eye with garlic and sage roasted potatoes,” she replies. She se
Chapter 27SkylarI’m still recovering from the heart attack Renzo just gave me when he suddenly darts forward again. I’m shoved back down, and before I know what’s happening, his mouth slams into mine.My mind comes to a screeching halt, and I don’t even have the capacity to gasp.I wanted to make him care about me, but I never expected my plan to work so quickly. Hell, all I did was smile at him and show a little interest.His lips move hungrily against mine, and it feels unbelievably good.Shit. No feelings, woman. This isn’t a romance. It’s your ticket out of here.It takes a hell of a lot of effort to remember my plan, and keeping with the act, I wrap my arms around his neck.Renzo tilts his head, and as his teeth tug at my bottom lip, the kiss spirals into a wild force that threatens to overwhelm me.Holy shit. Focus.His tongue sweeps through my mouth, and my abdomen clenches hard while my stomach erupts with a kaleidoscope of butterflies.Instead of having to put in effort to
Chapter 28RenzoLeaning my shoulder against the doorjamb with my arms crossed over my chest, I watch Skylar as she sleeps.The events of yesterday keep replaying in my mind.Kissing her was not planned, and it only left me wanting more.Remembering how she melted beneath me and kissed me back with a fuck ton of passion, the corner of my mouth lifts.She might not like me, but she sure as fuck is attracted to me.Talking with her until late into the night was also not planned, but I enjoyed every second of it.The act she was putting on to flirt with me fell away, and I got to see her real smile and talk about something she’s passionate about.Does it bother me that she’s trying to flirt with me in the hopes that I’ll free her?Not one bit. It’s entertaining.But this isn’t some Beauty and the Beast fairytale where she’ll get to return to her father. She belongs to me.Forever.Pushing away from the doorjamb, I walk closer to the side of the bed and stare down at the sleeping woman I
Chapter 29SkylarRenzo’s not supposed to be the one comforting me. It should be the other way around.I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, wishing I could take away his pain.His grief is something I’ve never considered, but after seeing how much losing Giulio’s hurt him, I can’t ignore it.Renzo’s human, after all. He’s capable of loving someone so much that losing them turns him into a monster.For the first time since he kidnapped me, I put myself in his shoes. If someone had killed Mom or Dad to steal one of their kidneys so a stranger could live, I’d be angry.I’d be inconsolable.Pulling my arms back, I move them up, and wrapping them around Renzo’s neck, I hold him to me as I admit, “I wish I could take away your pain.”When he turns his head, and his lips brush over my jaw, I don’t pull away. Not because I’m playing some game, but because I really want to comfort him.Right now, he’s not my kidnapper, and I’m not his captive.He pulls slightly back, and his eyes lock with
Chapter 30RenzoSince I fucked up at the restaurant two days ago, things have been strained between Skylar and me.Her walls are back up, and she only speaks when I demand a response from her.In my defense, she could’ve stopped me, but she didn’t.I’m at the warehouse because I figured Skylar could do with some alone time.Elio’s taking a nap on the couch while I check that all the shipments are on schedule.It’s been a while since I heard from Dario, and pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial his number.“Hey, brother,” he answers, “you still alive?” “Why wouldn’t I be?”“I figured you and Skylar would’ve killed each other by now,” he chuckles.“We had a close call, but we’re both still breathing,” I say, a smile curving my lips.“What’s up?” he asks.“I’m just checking in with you. You’ve been quiet.”He lets out a sigh. “I figured you didn’t need me around making things harder for you, so I’m in Spain busy tracking Montes.”“You left without telling any of us?” I ask, surprised
Chapter 31RenzoVincenzo checks with Elio to make sure it’s safe before he gives Fabrizio the go-ahead to steer the car up the driveway of the Davies mansion.“Stay in the car, Skylar,” I order.She shakes her head slowly as if she’s stuck in a trance.I know that feeling well.“I don’t want you to see the bodies. It will make it much worse,” I explain.Again, she shakes her head, then she whispers, “It’s my choice.”It is.I open the door, and keeping a tight grip on her hand, I get out of the car. Seeing Elio as he comes out of the mansion, I walk toward him.“Any sign of the fuckers?” I ask.“Two were stopped just down the street. They’ve already been taken to the warehouse.”“Good. Have the men continue searching for the other two,” I order.Elio nods as his eyes move between me and Skylar. “The bodies are still inside. We haven’t moved them.”Nodding, I say, “Keep everyone out of the house until I give the clear.”I suck in a fortifying breath as I lead Skylar up the porch steps
Chapter 32SkylarAfter Bianca gave me a complete checkup, assured Renzo I was physically okay, and reminded us of my biopsy next week, he brought us home.Somehow, I managed to take a shower and put on a clean dress before heading down to the kitchen.I remove all the vegetables from the fridge and pantry and set them down on the island. I pull all the plastic containers from the cupboard and set them down in a neat row.Grabbing a cutting board and chopping knife, I start with the spring onions, chopping them fine before placing them in a container.I pull the pack of carrots closer and get started on slicing them. The nightmarish day replays on a constant loop in my mind.I see Louisa and Dad being shot…their bodies at the mansion.Watching Renzo kill two of the men…how he disemboweled Enrique.Even though it was sickening, it also gave me some sense of relief. I should feel bad, but I don’t.I feel nothing.“What are you doing?” Renzo suddenly asks. “Prepping,” I murmur, my tone e
Chapter 33SkylarI can’t believe Dad’s gone.Sitting in the living room, I stare at the live stream of the mansion.Renzo’s men cleaned the foyer, and it’s hard to believe it’s been less than twenty-four hours since Dad and Louisa were killed.Suddenly, the TV screen goes black, and it’s only then I notice Renzo as he sets the remote down on the coffee table.Taking his phone from his pocket, he dials a number, and a moment later, he says, “Go to the mansion and remove the four cameras I planted. The one in the kitchen is by the vent. There’s another beneath the railing at the top of the stairs, one by the TV stand in the living room, and you’ll find the last one by the dressing table in the second bedroom on the left.”When he ends the call, he looks at me with worry in his eyes.Funnily enough, he doesn’t ask me how I’m holding up, but then again, it’s because he knows exactly how I feel.It was probably worse for Renzo. A child expects their parents to die first, but Giulio was on
Chapter 40GabriellaI was allowed a very quick shower before a nurse tended to my wounds.I sit on the side of the hospital bed, and clench my jaw while I watch as Damiano talks with a doctor.I just want to be alone with my husband.Somehow, I manage to keep my expression neutral as I struggle to keep all my emotions from spiraling out of control.Finally, the nurse leaves, and I slip off the bed. Even though my feet are raw and ache from running barefoot through the damn woods, I walk to the window and pull the blinds shut.“I’ll take her home first thing tomorrow morning,” I hear Damiano tell the doctor while I gingerly move back to the bed.I brace my right hand on the white sheets and suck in a desperate breath of air.I hear the door shut, and I glance at Damiano to make sure we’re alone.I suck in another breath of air, then all the trauma I’ve been forced to endure shudders through my body.Damiano moves closer to me, and when his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, I ca
Chapter 39DamianoDirt shoots into the air as we come to a screeching stop in the lot at the front of the property. The house is medium-sized and looks like it hasn’t been painted in the last decade.There are a dozen armed men scattered around the property, and they open fire on the SUVS while they try to find cover against the sides of the house.I shove the door open and order, “Launch the fucking grenades!”Tommy sends a grenade flying into the side of the house where a group of men are taking cover, and bodies fly into the air.Using the door as a shield, I open fire on the fuckers that are shooting from inside the house, and I have to reload the magazine before I’m able to move away from the SUV. With the submachine gun held in position, I run toward the house while shooting every fucking man I lay eyes on.My vision tunnels on the front door, and I riddle it with bullets before my body slams into the wood. It gives way easily, and I keep going, taking out target after target u
Chapter 38DamianoWith Mamma and the other women and children safe, we all focus on getting everything ready for the attack.Impatient as fuck, I glance at Dario, who hasn’t stopped working since I gave the order. “Do you know where Stefano is?”“His phone signal is bouncing off three towers. I have the area but not a precise location.”“Where?” I bark.“Somewhere near Manorville. Just over an hour away by car.”My phone buzzes, and I rip the device out of my pocket. Unlocking the screen there are more messages from Stefano.I haven’t tried to call him, because then I’d be playing straight into his hands.They’ve had Gabriella for twenty-four hours now, and I try to brace for the worst as I open the text.You’re quiet, cousin. I hope you don’t think you have any other option than to step down.I suck in a deep breath before pressing play on the attached video. It shows Gabriella still hanging from the ceiling by a rope.She must be in so much fucking pain.“Let’s get started,” the sa
Chapter 37GabriellaWhen I startle awake, my entire body aches so badly, I let out a gasp before groaning.Dio.They left me hanging overnight, and the room is freezing. The extreme chill in my body makes the pain so much worse.There’s complete silence as I glance around the room.Yesterday, I was too shocked by the attack and torture to take in anything.I see a metal table and various tools and knives. There’s also a stick with prongs, which they used to electrocute me with. The laptop is still on the table, and the camera’s pointed at me. It looks like I’m in a basement.Knowing I’m being recorded, I lift my head and school my face into an emotionless expression.What doesn’t break you makes you stronger.With nothing to do but think, my thoughts turn to the attack.Aunt Greta. Gerardo. Martha.Sorrow pours into my chest.Please let Aunt Greta be okay. Dio. I hope they got to her in time.When a lump forms in my throat, I try to swallow it down.Before I’m able to process my sorr
Chapter 36DamianoI’m standing in the armory with Angelo, Franco, Renzo, and Dario.Dario’s set up a working station for himself by my systems where he’s searching for anything that can help us find out who’s behind the attack.My phone starts ringing, and letting out a growl, I pull the device from my pocket.“What?” I snap.“The club,” Pippa, the manager of my club, says. Panic laces the words. “There was a car bomb, Mr. Falco. It blew the side wall away. We won’t be able to open.”“Motherfucking Christ,” I shout. “Deal with the shit. I’m busy.” “Yes, sir.”I end the call, and before I can throw my phone against the wall, Carlo grabs it from me.“We need the phone,” he reminds me. “In case the fucker calls.”The fucker, being the person who’s attacking me.I let him keep the phone as I stalk a few steps away before turning to face the men.“Who is behind the attacks?” I bark.“We took out Miguel’s entire family, but maybe it’s one of his men,” Angelo says.“No. The person knew wher
Chapter 35GabriellaMy body jerks as I regain consciousness. My shoulders strain, and rope bites into my wrists as I jerk again from being hauled into the air.A headache starts to pulse behind my temple, and when I crack my eyes open, I see a concrete floor beneath me.Shit.The memories of the attack pour through my mind.I remember the mansion shuddering from loud blasts. Gerardo falling.Aunt Greta gasping for air.Aunt Greta.Dio, I hope she survives the gunshot.I lift my head, and seeing two men in a room with me, horror ripples through me.One of them secures the rope so it will keep me hanging in the air.My shoes are gone, and the pencil dress I’m wearing is pulled up high on my thighs.Shit.“She’s awake,” one of the men mutters. “Get the boss.”Boss?My mind starts racing, flashes of the attack hitting me while I worry about what’s going to happen.I hope Mamma’s okay.Maybe Damiano found out about the attack, and he got to her in time.Damiano.Suddenly, Stefano walks in
Chapter 34DamianoCarlo lands the helicopter on top of the building, and I wait for him to switch everything off.“Who would attack the warehouse?” Carlo asks as he joins me“I have no fucking idea,” I mutter while sending Emilio a text demanding an update.Anger vibrates in my chest as we walk toward the elevator. When my phone vibrates, I read the message from Emilio.Three men dead. Nothing was taken. It’s weird. I don’t feel it’s safe for you to come here. Go to the club. I’ll meet you there.Letting out a sigh, I mutter, “We’re going to the club. Emilio will meet us there.”The news of the attack was unexpected. Sure, an enemy can crawl out of a fucking hole at any time, but usually, things are quiet over the festive season.We take the elevator down to the basement and head to the SUV, and soon, Carlo steers the vehicle in the direction of the club.A couple of blocks from our destination my phone starts ringing while it buzzes with message after message.“Jesus fucking Christ,
Chapter 33GabriellaWhile Martha carries the clothes between my old suite and Damiano’s room, Aunt Greta helps me pack everything into my side of the closet.Aunt Aida’s sitting on a chair we brought into the room for her, keeping us company.“Did you enjoy the wedding before Damiano dragged you away?” Aunt Aida asks.“Yes.” I let out a chuckle. “Thank you for everything you did to make it a perfect wedding, Aunt Greta.”“You’re welcome, cara.”“Oh, I just remembered,” Aunt Aida says. “You can call me mamma or mom. Whichever you prefer.”I stop what I’m doing and drop the hanger on the floor. “Really?”When she nods, I rush to her, and leaning down, I wrap her up in a hug. “Thank you.”“No need to thank me,” she chuckles as she pats my back. “We’re family now.”Letting go of her, I get back to work.Damiano comes into the closet, then glances over the clothes. “Is it all going to fit?”“Yes.” I shoot him a smile. “I’ll make it fit.”“You can always leave your summer clothes in the ot
Chapter 32DamianoWith every passing second, where the guests are drinking champagne and enjoying the reception, I grow more and more impatient for them to leave.“Stop scowling at everyone,” Gabriella whispers, where she’s sitting beside me.“How much longer?” I mutter.“We only get one wedding,” she says, “try to enjoy it.” “I am, but I also want to be alone with you.”She pats my chest and smiles at Samantha as she walks by the table.“You look stunning, Gabriella,” Samantha says, not even daring to look in my direction.“Thank you,” my bride accepts the compliment like the queen she is.Aunt Greta rushes toward us and says, “It’s time to open the dance floor.”“Dance floor?” I mutter. “No one said anything about dancing.” “Do it for me,” Gabriella whispers before standing up.Unable to refuse her anything, I climb to my feet and follow her to the middle of the floor.A song starts to play, and as I take Gabriella into my arms, I ask, “Which song did you pick?”“Anyone by Tommee P