Savio Russo & Skylar Duval (Part 3)

HIS SWEETEST OBSESSION (PART THREE OF THE MAFIA OBSESSION SERIES)

I was stolen. Taken years ago by a ruthless man who wanted my parents dead. Ivan Gambino. Turned out to be a Slovakia Mafia.

I thought that was the most horrible thing that could happen to me until I was sold to a more ruthless man. A flesh peddler. A heartless disgusting scum. A demon on earth by the name of Tymon Mazur. A Polish Mafia.

Now the life I once led as Chloe Skylar Duval is dead and buried. I'm now known as Skylar. The Little Red. Tymon’s most prized possession.

I have no idea if my family's looking for me, or even if they're alive. I'm all alone. I'm trapped in a gilded cage of hell. There's no more hope. Only servitude and pain.

Then I met him. Savio Russo. Son of one of the men I detested.

My first thought was to hate him for the sins of his father, but I just couldn't. Not when he storms into the hellhole I've grown accustomed to. Like a bright light at the end of a tunnel. But he's far from an angel. He's also a ruthless man behind the seductive stares and endearing smile.

Savio saves me from hell and gives me a chance at what was left of my old life. A fresh start with my sisters.

But I'm not the girl I once used to be. I'm a shadow of myself. Even though I'm free it feels like I'm still trapped in that hell beyond salvation.

But he's always there beside me with his soothing words and vows of protection.

Just when I start to believe in a reality I crave. One of true freedom and lack of fear, my nightmares are back. The monsters return. And they want me back to the hell I was saved from.

And I know without a doubt they'll succeed, because the monsters in my story always win.

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(SEVEN MONTHS AGO IN MONTENEGRO)

SAVIO RUSSO 

It took me everything not to pull out my Heckler & Koch and empty my bullets in Frizz Nowak's head. I'd been tempted for months since I'd been working undercover as one of his contacts as Raffelo. A flesh peddler who takes pleasure in trafficking women for sex.

My jaw ticked at the disgusting thought and the urge to rip off my mask was too tempting. And in this situation, too stupid. It would only put Ronan's sister, Leona, and the thirteen other girls who were abducted. Six from Las Vegas, including Leona, and seven from other countries.

“Almost there, they're exquisite,” Frizz gloated from pride and I could do nothing more but stare at the back of his head, silently promising him a torturous death. As I glanced over at Ronan who was closely beside me, I knew exactly what he was thinking the same as me.

We kept moving straight, moving from one container to another, and I knew every one of them contained women stolen from their lives and were about to be dragged to hell.

My blood boiled hotter and forced down any emotions. We reached another container and Frizz ordered one of his men to open it. Soon, we were staring at several women, sandwiched together inside the container. Some were scantily clothed, others having one form of injury or the other. 

I searched through their faces, hoping Leona would be one of them. And there she was, crouched in a corner with her arms around another girl. The other girl looked barely above eighteen. The instant Leona's eyes met mine, they widened, but thankfully her expression remained impassive.

“You were right, Frizz, they are exquisite,” I whistled, falling back into character and hoping I was slaying the role regardless of my simmering rage.

“Make your pick,” He turned his proud eyes full of self-satisfaction to Ronan and me.

I took a moment to pretend I was conflicted before my fingers landed on Leona. I wished I could free them all this instant, but I couldn't. Not until I found out who the bigger bosses running this operation were, and then we would burn all of them to the ground.

“Good choice,” Frizz sent a smile my way, ordering his men to drag her out.

I could feel the heat of Ronan's rage at the surface, and I sent Ronan a warning look.

“No!” Leona screamed, fighting back at the man who was dragging her away from the young girl she had been holding. “I'm not leaving her,”

The next thing that was heard was the sound of Frizz's hand against Leona's cheek. The air turned silent. It grew heavy with a deadly chill. And this time it was almost impossible not to put a bullet through the motherfucker's head. Maybe I would have if we were not interrupted.

“They're here,” One of Frizz's men informed him. “Thomas looks pissed, and he hopes the girls are ready for movements,”

I knew the drill. The women held in the containers were usually moved to what I suspect was their permanent hell. That was all I knew. I had no idea where they were taken or to whom they were taken.

“I'll take the other girl,” Ronan pointed at the girl his sister was fighting for, and then to another young girl. “I like them young and I do enjoy a good threesome,”

Frizz barked out a laugh, giving his men the orders to take the girls out, before turning to us. “Let's call it a night here. It's a pity I couldn't introduce you to Viktor tonight, we'll see how tomorrow goes,”

I nodded, feigning as though I cared. Viktor was the bastard son my father, Salvatore Russo, had with another woman he deemed held more value and importance to our own mother. But that was far from the only reason I hated Viktor. He was the reason Salvatore had given the order to his right-hand man, Harold, to have my brothers and I killed. He was also consigliere to Davano, the Turkish Mafia don who was as annoying as fuck. The only reason Viktor hadn't shown up tonight was because my brother, Lorenzo, and Dimitri had already gotten to him. It was better that way because the fucker would recognize me the second we meet. 

“Keep walking,” I muttered, gripping Leona's arm tightly while Ronan handled the other two girls. While I wished I could stay behind and figure out who Thomas was and where the girls were being taken too, we had to take Leona and the two girls to safety first.

We were almost at our car when my eyes took in three figures from a distance. Two were armed men flagging at both sides of a young woman.

My legs instantly force to a stop. My gaze fixed on the woman in the middle. She was wearing a long dress, her light brown hair moving with the slight breeze of the night.

She was beautiful, slim and I found myself staring longer than I should. She must have felt my stare because she tilted her head slowly and met my gaze. Instantly, her deep blue eyes struck me with a sense of deja vu. 

I had seen her before. I definitely had. She had an uncommon face, her beauty flawless but there was a certain familiarity in her. She looked almost like Elena Duval.

Then I froze.

Suddenly, hell opened up before me, threatening to swallow me.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was not possible. She couldn't be. This woman was supposed to be dead. I'd searched for her for years. I'd been asked a favor by Dimitri to take up the search for Elena's sisters. Hell, Owen and I were the first to find the remains of her body— her teeth and hair in a massive grave among the other remains of sex slaves.

“Is something wrong?” Ronan grabbed my attention for a second and I realized he had helped the women into the car, waiting for me. “Do you know her?”

“Something like that,” I glanced back at Chloe Skylar Duval, but her gaze was no longer on me. I took out my phone, discreetly taking a picture of her, immediately I forwarded it to my brothers and Dimitri hoping they were together.

““Lorenzo…” I called the instant he answered the god-damned phone.

“Savio, what the fuck…” He started but I cut me off in a rushed whisper.

“Is Dimitri there?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“You're on fucking speaker, what's going on?” Dimitri responded.

“We got a fucking problem,” I stated, sending another glance at Chloe.

“What about Leona?” Lorenzo asked.

“We got her and two other girls out. Ronan has led them to the SUV now—”

“And you're fucking making a call now? Get your ass out of there,” Lorenzo said.

“Wait,” I heard Dimitri say. “What happened Savio,”

“Except I'm fucking seeing ghosts now, but I just saw her. She isn't dead. She's fucking alive, and she's here,” I rushed, keeping my eyes on her to ensure she wouldn't vanish.

“What the fuck are you talking about—”

“I just sent you a photo,” I voiced. “It's her, isn't it? It's the other Duval, she's alive,” There was an eternity of silence before I heard Dimitri's deep voice.

“This doesn't make sense, is she with the other girls?” Dimitri asked.

“No. It seems she's been in Montenegro for a very long time. She's here to pick up the girls with some men, and take them to their new home,”

Silence filled the air once again. And as the seconds ticked by I knew I couldn't leave this place without her. It had crushed Elena to find out her sister had been dead. And now I found her, the fuck was I letting her out of my sight.

“Savio, whatever you're thinking is too risky,” Dimitri spoke again.

“I can't just leave her here—”

“Like fuck we will,” Dimitri almost growled in frustration. “But now's not the time. We'll get her out, but not now. We need information from Viktor to know what we'll be working on. Take Leona, and you and Ronan should get out of there,”

My grip on my phone tightened. This was risky, I knew it. It would be much better to get the information we need from Viktor first. That way, we'd have an idea of what was going on and who was leading this sex trafficking operation.

That was the logical thing to do, but for some reason, I just couldn't leave her. It was impossible to.

“Fuck. Ronan will take the girls out. But I'm not going anywhere, I can't just leave her here. She has to know Elena has been looking for her for years, and she even thinks she's dead,” I voiced, letting them know my mind was made up. 

They knew better when I'd made up my mind, nothing could stop me.

I heard Lorenzo sigh in frustration.

“Don’t lose sight of her, Savio, and stay alive,” Dimitri said right before I disconnected.

I threw the keys to my SUV to Ronan. “Get the girls out of here. I'll keep in touch,”

He caught the keys, nodding. “Don't get yourself killed,”

I rolled my eyes. Besides Dimitri, Dario, and Lorenzo, Ronan and Vito were special to me.

I watched Ronan drive away, before I turned, daring to approach the trio with guarded caution. She didn't look my way, but I could feel her attention on me. She already considered me a threat. Only if she knew I was the last person she should be scared of.