Chapter 18EdenStanding with the mop in my hand, I read the text Dario sent me a minute ago.Can you take time off work to accompany me to the opening night?I don’t have anything fancy enough to wear to a ballet show, and people will recognize me.Which means I have to tell Dario that I’m a janitor. After the amazing Sunday night we spent together, I don’t think he’ll fire me or break things off.And I can scrounge up a few dollars to get a dress at a thrift store. The corner of my mouth lifts as I type out a reply.I’d love to. Can we meet up tomorrow morning? I need to tell you something.I see he reads my message, then it shows he’s typing.Dario: 9 am at Half n Half? Eden: Okay.Suddenly, someone grabs hold of my shoulder and yanks me until I turn around.“Where is it?” one of the ballerinas barks in my face. “Where’s what?”“Don’t play dumb. Where’s my ring?”The hell?“Vivian, what’s going on here,” Mrs. Stafford asks as she comes down the hallway.There’s a sinking sensation
Chapter 19DarioI can’t focus on the rehearsal, and halfway through, I hold a hand in the air and say, “Everyone go home. Come in an hour earlier tomorrow.”Mrs. Stafford gets up from where she’s sitting and heads in my direction.When she stops near me, I mutter, “Go home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”“I just want to apologize again. I should’ve handled the situation better.It won’t happen again.”I take my phone out to show her she’s dismissed and press dial on Eden’s number.It rings longer than usual before she answers, “Hi.” “Come to the auditorium.”“Okay.”While I wait, I think about how many times I saw Eden cleaning, and not once did I recognize her. Upset with myself, I stare at the empty stage.Now, it makes sense how she managed to evade me after dancing.When she comes into the auditorium via the side door, I stand up and move out of the aisle. Taking the steps down, I meet her in front of the stage.I reach for the cap and take it off her head. Wrapping my fingers aroun
Chapter 20EdenWhen Tyrone opens his front door, I ask, “Want to come dress shopping with me?”He lets out a sigh, then mutters, “Let me grab my coat.”I grin at him, and when he’s done locking the door behind him, I hook my arm through his. “I need a fancy dress for a ballet show. I’m going as Dario’s date.”Tyrone’s eyes widen on me as we take the stairs down to the exit. “Does that mean he knows you work for him?”I nod. “Last night, shit went down at the ballet company. One of the ballerinas accused me of stealing her wedding ring.”Instantly angry, Tyrone snaps, “The bitch.”“Yeah. She slapped me just as Dario came into the office.” I shake my head. “He was so angry I thought for sure I was done for.”“Why was he angry at you?!” he exclaims.“No, not at me. He was angry at Mrs. Stafford and Vivian – she’s the one who slapped me.”When we step out onto the sidewalk, we both notice Junior at the same time where he’s standing across the road.“What are you doing here?” Tyrone shout
Chapter 21EdenDuring an intense scene where the ballerinas are twirling and flying through the air, my phone starts to ring.“Shit,” I whisper. Grabbing my handbag, I dig the device out so I can silence it, but when I see Tyrone’s name on the screen, I answer and say, “Give me a minute.”I give Dario an apologetic look before I get up and quickly leave the auditorium.The music is still loud as I walk down a hallway, and holding the phone to my ear, I say, “What’s up?”“Yo- need t-.”“Hold on, the reception is bad,” I mutter, hoping he can hear me.The call is disconnected, and once I reach the lobby and make sure all the reporters are gone, I dial Tyrone’s number while stepping out on the sidewalk.“Hey, can you hear me?” his voice comes clearer over the line. “Yeah. Why are you calling?”Jesus, it’s cold. I should’ve brought my coat.“Shit went down. Men came looking for you and Mandy, and when Junior confronted them, the fuckers shot him.”“What?” I gasp as shock vibrates through
Chapter 22EdenI feel completely disorientated and helpless as I’m lugged over a shoulder and carried somewhere.Sounds come and go, not really registering.I lose touch with reality, and when I come to enough to make sense of my surroundings, I hear a motor droning and water splashing.My body’s shivering uncontrollably from the ice-cold air blowing over me, and I manage to let out a groan.“How was the high, baby?” A man asks.High?Baby?Where am I?I have to fight to pry my eyes open, but my vision keeps going in and out of focus.Someone slaps my cheek lightly, then a man laughs, “She’s still out ofit.”I realize I’m in a boat as it starts to slow down, and a minute or so later,I’m hauled over a shoulder again.I manage to make out a bigger boat, and some control over my body begins to return. Bile churns in the pit of my stomach, and for a moment, it feels like I’m going to puke.I’m tossed down on a hard surface, and the back of my head takes a knock, drawing another groan f
Chapter 23EdenOpening my eyes, I find myself upside down as I’m lugged over a shoulder again.The world sways, and I manage to see a short hallway with steps leading up to what I assume is a deck.I’m still on a boat?I hear a door open, and a second later, I’m tossed on the floor like a sack of potatoes. A groan escapes me, and when my eyes focus on the man who threw me down, I don’t recognize him. He’s dressed in a suit instead of regular clothes like the others were.“Remove the dress and shoes,” he mutters before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.Huh?I’m grabbed by my arms and hauled to my feet, and when I hear the zipper of my dress go down, the lingering effects of the drugs they gave me vanish at the speed of light.“The hell,” I snap, but it sounds more surprised than angry.I begin to twist and turn my body while slapping at the hands reaching for me. There’s a hard blow to the side of my head that makes me fall on my hip.I push through the pain, a
Chapter 24DarioCarlo has to circle the boat as the helicopters take turns to land and drop off their passengers.We wait until last before Carlo sets us down on the supersized yacht. Angelo shoves the door open and gets out first, followed by me, then Damiano.A man dressed in a tuxedo frowns at us. “We weren’t expecting a fourth party.”An armed guard gives us a wary look, his fingers twitching around his weapon.“We invited ourselves,” I mutter, impatient to search the yacht so I can find Eden.Another man, who’s escorted by two guards, comes up the stairs, and his eyes lock instantly on Damiano. “What’s the Cosa Nostra doing here? This isn’t your territory.”I glance at Damiano. “You know him?”“Kristian,” my boss murmurs. “Sex trafficker. Let me handle this.” Damiano takes a step forward and lets out a sigh. “I’m here for a specific girl.”“We don’t have anyone who belongs to the Cosa Nostra,” the man replies calmly, as if he isn’t worried we’ll kill him.“Show us the girls, and
Chapter 25DarioIt’s been over thirty-six hours since Eden was taken, and I’m starting to lose my mind.I’ve just called Mrs. Stafford and asked her to check in on Quincy.When she asked what happened, I told her I had no idea.I can’t deal with the ballet company right now, and she’ll have to run everything in my absence.All I can think about is Eden.I’m sitting in my office and staring at useless information.A phone ringing draws my attention, and I glance at my jacket that’s still lying on the floor where I threw it after I took it off.Getting up, I dig Eden’s phone out, and seeing Tyrone’s name, I answer, “Hi.”“I’m losing my mind over here,” he whimpers, the heartache and worry making his voice sound much deeper. “I need to know something.”I close my eyes. “I have nothing yet. I’m still looking.” “But you’re the mafia. You can do shit. Right?”I glance at the monitors where information is popping up all over, but there’s nothing of use to me.“I’m looking for her, Tyrone,”
Twenty-two years later…)EpilogueDamianoWalking out onto the veranda, I glance at the lake before my eyes drift over my guests.Everyone’s at the mansion for a cookout to celebrate Mamma’s eightieth birthday.She didn’t want anything formal, so I only invited the other heads and their families over to spend the day with us.I head toward where the men are sitting and take a seat.Dario points to where the kids are standing in groups, and he lets out a chuckle. “Rosie is following Enzo around. He can’t shake her.”I watch as Dario’s sixteen-year-old daughter sticks to my second-oldest son like glue. When Enzo stops and wraps his arm around her shoulder, the poor girl almost melts into his side.Fuck.I better have a talk with Enzo, who’s just turned twenty. I don’t want him getting any ideas until Rosie’s eighteen.Thankfully, he gives her a brotherly hug before letting go of her.My gaze follows Enzo as he walks to where his brother, Christiano, is talking to Angelo’s sons.When my
Chapter 45DamianoAmelio arranged a Mercedes van and a Porsche Cayenne for the vacation in Cape Town. As we’re driven to the hotel, my eyes are on Gabriella, who’s grinning as she stares at the landscape.“It’s so green, and the mountain is stunning,” she tells Mamma.She was surprised when I allowed us all to travel in the same vehicle, and I had to explain the risk of an attack isn’t as high on vacation as it is in New York.“The roads aren’t as busy as in Manhattan,” Gabriella mentions. “It’s nice.”I give her hand a squeeze and lean into her. “Are you happy, amore mia?”She smiles at me, excitement making the green flecks in her eyes brighter. “Yes. Thank you for arranging all of this for us.”“Emilio did all the work,” I mutter.“You’re welcome, boss,” the fucker says from the driver's seat. “Don’t make me throw you out of the car,” I grumble.When we pull up to The One & Only that’s situated near the waterfront, I slide the door open and climb out.My muscles are stiff from all
Chapter 44GabriellaEven though I didn’t have much of an appetite, I made Coda alla vaccinarafor Mamma, knowing she loves oxtail.I hope Stefano suffers a lot.It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we arrived home after attending the funeral.I can’t believe Aunt Greta’s gone.I glance at Mamma, where she’s sitting in an armchair with her eyes closed.“How are you doing, Mamma?” I murmur.Slowly, she opens her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I keep listening for Greta. It’s so quiet without her.I know.“Should I switch on the TV?” I ask.She shakes her head. “I’m actually tired, cara. I think I’ll go to bed.” “Let me walk with you to your room.”I get up from the chair and help Mamma to her feet.As we walk to her bedroom, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her a sideways hug, then say, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make you feel better.”We stop near her door, and she gently pats my cheek. “You’re already helping, mia figlia.”Hearing her call me
Chapter 43DamianoArriving at the warehouse, I get out of the SUV and head to the side entrance.“Carlo, go torture Stefano,” I say. “Just don’t kill him yet.”He nods, and I stop by the room where Mrs. di Bella is being held. “Are you going in?” Emilio asks.“Yes. Go keep an eye on Carlo.”When I’m alone, I think about everything Gabriella told me.As ice flows through my veins, I open the door and step inside. I glance at Bobby, who’s been guarding her, and nod to the door.After he leaves, my gaze settles on Mrs. di Bella, who’s tied to a chair. “Comfortable?” I ask.Her breaths explode over her lips, her skin pale with sorrow. Fear darkens her eyes as she stares at me.“Gabriella told me what you did to her,” I murmur, my tone dark with anger. “What you allowed to be done to her.”“It’s all lies,” she cries.I dart forward, and grabbing hold of her neck, I force her and the chair backward until she slams into the concrete floor.I pull out my gun from behind my back and press the
Chapter 42DamianoAfter leaving Gabriella in Mamma and Vito’s care, Emilio drives Carlo and me to the warehouse.Yesterday was a quiet day for us. Once we all got some sleep, Emilio ordered food for everyone. There wasn’t much talking being done, because we were all processing the shitstorm we just went through.But as I’m on my way to the warehouse, my thoughts are focused on what lies ahead.Vengeance burns in my chest, an incessant inferno that can only be extinguished with blood.A fuck ton of blood.Today, everyone who’s hurt me and mine will die. Everyone but Stefano. He will suffer a million times more than Gabriella did before he meets his gruesome end.After the SUV pulls up to the warehouse, I shove the door open and climb out.Dressed in a suit, I adjust my jacket before I walk to the side entrance while pulling my phone out to call Tommy.“Yes, boss?” he answers on the second ring. “Bring them.”“Be there in ten minutes.”When I enter the building, I head to the room wher
Chapter 41DamianoI got little to no sleep with my cock buried deep inside Gabriella. Not fucking her is impossibly hard, but she needs the rest, so I power through.I deserve a fucking gold medal for the sweet torture I’m forced to endure.Then she fucking stirs against my chest, and her pebbled nipples brush over my skin.Christ.When her inner muscles clamp around my cock, I let out a harsh breath, sweat beading at the back of my neck.Before I can ask if she’s awake, Gabriella slowly starts to swivel her hips.I let out a groan, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. “You’re killing me.”“Hmm…”She rubs her clit against me, the movements quickly pushing me toward an orgasm.“Amore mia,” I grunt. “You’re going to make me come.”“That’s the plan,” she moans before starting to press kisses to my pecs. “You feel so good.” Her teeth tug at my nipple. “You taste even better.”I don’t stand a chance against my wife, and I thrust up once before shooting my release into her wet warmth.M
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