Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 151 - Bab 160

"Chicago is safer for Don Angelo, since it's his domain, but we have every available agent out looking for him. Why would he risk travelling with a hostage?" Tanya insisted, frustrating Luca. "Make your case, Cattaneo," Jeff insisted. "I guess you don't get it. New York makes her happy. Comforts her. Makes her feel like a good person. New York is where she got off on Scott's dick for the first time. New York is you, Scott. If Don Angelo wants his Stacy back, he won't stay here," said Luca. "He'll take her home, where he fucking tortured her for years. He'll try to fuck with her head. Familiar surroundings. Old words she hasn't heard in a year. He'll try to—" my nostrils flared. Like a bull in a china shop, I couldn't stop seeing red. I wanted to rip his fucking head off. "Hey," Luca snapped, slapping the back of my neck and grabbing a hold of me. Responding to the images in my head of the fucked up shit Don Angelo put Stacy through, I sucker punched Luca. "You get one of th

Whose name was the property in? Jenny? Collette? Joey? Not mine. Never mine. Come on Stacy, whose fucking name was the property in? By my count of sunrises and sunsets, this was day three of being out here in these woods. My throat was as dry as a desert, my head throbbed painfully and the hunger pains were kicking my ass. That's how I got the lovely gift in my arm, courtesy of Joey. The little pip squeak wasn't getting another bullet in me. I'd sooner blow my own brains out than go out like that. Collette. The woods I was currently roaming belonged to Collette. At least on paper. She didn't come out here. When Don Angelo brought me hunting as a child, it was just the two of us. Despite the bad bitch Collette thought she was, she really couldn't handle the nitty gritty of being a don's wife. The one time Don Angelo brought her along and I killed a deer so he wouldn't beat her that night, she damn near lost her fucking mind. You're welcome, mom. Remembering the answer that time to

I can't remember who you are, but baby you could take a girl to hell and make her beg to stay. Because I was in hell and yet I just couldn't quit. Had to kiss him one more time. Hold his hand one more time. Hear him speak one more time. Stay awake. Stay alert. Next question: what was his name? Remember his name, Stacy. Remember his name. Distracted by apparitions of my mystery man, Joey caught me off guard, wrestling me to the ground. "Die, you traitorous bitch," he said, lowering the muzzle of his gun to my forehead. "That's sorella to you," I said, not hesitating to shove my gun into his groin and pull the trigger. He rolled off of me into the fetal position while covering his junk, refusing to let his gun go. I crawled to a tree and pulled myself up against it until I was on my feet again. "You could have shot my dick off. I'm going to fucking kill you, you crazy whore," he screamed in agony, blood pooling around his hands and gun. … You're not some conquest. You're

An overwhelming surge of affection hit me like a tidal wave, drenching me to the bone in love. His love meant having a conscience though. The horror of me standing over my near defenseless brother hit next, making my hands shake so hard I almost dropped the gun. "Shut your fucking mouth, you annoying, whiny, idiot," said Don Angelo, pulling up in a Jeep. I couldn't do this. This wasn't me. Not anymore. There were fates worse than death. Being by Don Angelo's side for life. Being without Scott. He wouldn't understand. He wouldn't love me anymore. I can't live in a world where you don't love me, Scott. "Dad please. Make her stop. She deserves this, not me. She's the traitor," Joey cried, raising the gun at me with shaky hands. Before I knew it, Don Angelo was by my side, breathing down my neck. Waiting for me to perform. "Seven shots. Do me proud. Make them count," said Don Angelo, kicking the gun out of Joey's hand. "Such creative choices. Where would you like the next

"Spare me," he croaked out. "Please don't kill me, Stacy." My eyes wouldn't let me look at him. I was scared shitless. Of her. Of my beautiful girl. Shook to the core. Then Don Angelo spoke and the anger returned with a vengeance. "You're a little early, Scott. You don't mind if we finish up here before we get to you, do you? Don't worry, you're next," said Don Angelo, throwing me a manic smirk. The sick fuck was having the time of his life. She took her eyes off the man on the ground to look towards me, but the soulless eyes remained. She was looking right through me. Like I didn't mean shit to her. "Don't," Luca seethed, keeping his voice low. "No sudden movements. You want to be useful? Use your head. Fucking talk to her." That look. Those dull eyes. I knew what came next. If I opened my mouth, she'd be in pain. "Hi Luca. Long time no see. Thanks for gift wrapping yourself for me. Our little spat was becoming a nuisance. We'll deal with you after Scott," said Don Angelo, h