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Chapter 27ToriAs the private jet slows down on the runway, nerves tighten my stomach.I’ve experienced a roller coaster of emotions over the past month. But the past three weeks have also been a dream come true instead of the nightmare I expected when I was forced to marry Angelo.I’ve become good friends with Rita and Tiny. My relationship with Big Ricky is still developing because I don’t see him as often.I haven’t heard from Giorgio since he confronted me at the cathedral. All the bruises he left on me are gone, and being out from under his control is a dream come true.My duties at the Parish have continued as normal, although Rosa’s more distant than usual. I don’t blame her. People only know the dark side of Angelo, and they fear him the same way I used to.There are still times I’m cautious around him, especially when he comes home in a bad mood. He never takes it out on me but is just quieter than usual.The most important change is the way I feel about him.I’ve fallen in
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Chapter 28AngeloIntroducing Vittoria to my family went much better than I expected.In the past, Uncle Maurizio mentioned several times it would be to our benefit if I married a woman from a family with business ties to the Cosa Nostra. Someone like Valentina Toscano.Aunt Gloria took Vittoria to the kitchen to show her the recipe collection she’s so proud of, and I’m expecting some kind of blow-back now that we’re alone.Uncle Maurizio glances over the backyard, then lets out a sigh and murmurs, “You’ve always had an eye for beauty.”A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Right? Vittoria is exquisite.” When my uncle’s gaze meets mine, I say, “I love her.”It’s the first time I’m saying the words out loud. I know Vittoria is taking longer to develop the same feelings for me, but I feel I’ve made significant progress with her in the past few weeks. It’s only a matter of time before my wife will love me the same way I love her.His eyebrow lifts. “When did you marry the girl?” “It’s
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Chapter 29ToriGlancing around the room, Aunt Gloria brought me to, I can’t keep from smiling.“You have such a beautiful home,” I compliment her as I walk out onto the balcony.The room is on the second floor, and it has a spectacular view of the Mediterranean Sea. I grin when I see a couple of sailboats bobbing on the blue water.The bedroom is situated on the side of the house, but we still have an amazing view. The breeze plays with my curls as I glance down to the rock garden below. Seeing how high up I am, I feel a slither of fear and lightheadedness.I turn around and walk back into the bedroom, but there’s no sign of Aunt Gloria.I didn’t hear her leave.The next moment, Uncle Maurizio comes into the room, and with a hostile expression, he tosses an envelope on the bed. “There’s five thousand euros. It’s more than you deserve.”Huh?His dark eyes lock with mine, and when I see the disgust on his face, my heart sinks to my stomach.Oh, no!He crosses his arms over his chest, t
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Chapter 30AngeloWe’re five minutes away from the office building where I’m meeting with Sangrioti when my phone starts to vibrate.Pulling the device out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I frown when I see Aunt Gloria’s name flashing on the screen.“Zia Gloria?” I answer.She weeps uncontrollably, and it sends icy shivers down my spine. “He’s dead,” she gasps. “She killed him!”“What?” I pat Big Ricky’s shoulder, then order, “Turn around. We’re going back to the villa!” Focusing on my hysterical aunt, I snap, “Who’s dead?”“Your uncle. That snake you brought into our home killed him.”What the fuck?A dark frown forms on my forehead as all my emotions spiral into chaos. “Uncle Maurizio is dead?”“Y-yes,” she sobs. “Vittoria pushed him off the balcony.”No, she didn’t. She wouldn’t.“What. The. Fuck?” I growl before I shout, “Drive fucking faster!”I’m torn between the shock of Uncle Maurizio’s death and my aunt blaming Vittoria for it.Aunt Gloria weeps uncontrollably, and it has
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Chapter 31ToriReaching the counter, I’m breathless as I ask, “When is the next flight to America?”The attendant frowns as she looks at her computer screen. “Where in America?”“I don’t care. Anywhere.”Her eyes dart over my face. “Are you okay?”I nod and squeeze the words out. “I lost…I lost my husband.”I lost Angelo.A heartbreaking cry threatens to rip free from my throat.He sounded so angry over the phone. I just know if he finds me, he’ll kill me.Oh God.Another wave of trauma, fear, and heartbreak shake me to my core.Compassion softens the attendant’s features. “I’m so sorry.” She quickly checks the screen again, then says, “There’s one boarding right now with Swiss Air. It’s destined for Minnesota. Will that be okay?”I nod frantically. “How much?”“One thousand six hundred euros.”I quickly take the envelope from my handbag and give her the cash and my passport. “I’ll take it.”My heart beats out of my chest, and I keep glancing around me while she processes the purchas
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Chapter 32AngeloOne of the guards found the sedan, and after searching the vehicle, Vittoria’s luggage was retrieved from the backseat.The tracker’s signal disappeared ten minutes ago, meaning she’s probably on a fucking plane. It’s either that or the ring was destroyed, which I seriously doubt.“Find out what flight Vittoria is on!” I bark the order as I walk back to the SUV.“Where are we going?” Big Ricky asks while he grabs hold of the luggage to bring it along.“To the private jet. We need to be up in the air STAT.”“Call me as soon as you know which flight Mrs. Rizzo took,” Big Ricky shouts at Bruno, who’s already jogging toward the airport’s entrance.He waves a hand in the air to show he heard the order.Jesus, baby, stop running so I can get to you.We climb back into the SUV, and while Big Ricky drives to where the private jet is, I make a quick call to the pilot so they can refuel and get ready for take-off.Christ. The only thing I have counting in my favor is that she’
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Chapter 33AngeloFeeling Vittoria’s body go limp over my shoulder, I hurry toward the SUV.Big Ricky has his weapon drawn to handle anyone who tries to intervene.“Hey! What are you doing with that girl?” A woman shouts. “Mind your own fucking business,” Big Ricky growls.The way Vittoria screamed still echoes through my mind, and it’s easily the most haunting thing I’ve ever heard.Lowering Vittoria from over my shoulder, I quickly pick her up bridal style and climb into the backseat of the SUV. “Let’s go!”Big Ricky slides behind the steering wheel, and within seconds, we’re speeding away from the traffic we caused.Vittoria’s body is limp in my hold, and as I look at her face, my heart breaks when I notice how pale she is.“Baby,” I whisper.She’s been through so much. Just thinking about the trauma she’s suffered has rage burning in my veins.“I’ve got you,” I murmur as I brush wild curls away from her face. I pull her closer to my chest and hold her tightly as Big Ricky drives t
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Chapter 34ToriRunning down an empty stretch of road, shadows darken as they creep toward me.I open my mouth to scream, but there’s no sound.Pressure builds around me, and it feels like I’m being chased, but I can’t see anyone.Intense loneliness engulfs me, and suddenly, I’m wearing a wedding dress.Black ink slowly spreads up from the seam of the dress, and my body feels heavier and heavier as I try to walk.The ink reaches my neck, and I gasp for air as I stare up at the blacksky.Unable to open my mouth, my panic and fear become so intense it feelslike I’m being strangled.“Noooo!” I slam into something hard as I startle awake. My breaths are nothing more than gasps.“I’ve got you,” Angelo’s voice rumbles above my head.Oh, God. No!As I realize I slammed into Angelo’s chest, and I feel his arms around me, all the terror and trauma come rushing back.Maurizio telling me how my corpse will be eaten by worms. The struggle on the balcony before falling over the railing. Maurizio
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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
