Chapter 10ToriWeโre taken through a set of glass doors at the back of the mansion, and stepping onto a veranda, my gaze keeps flitting over all the beauty, which I canโt help but notice.The backyard is very big, and the lawn looks freshly cut. There are lounge chairs situated on either side of a rectangular pool, and the water looks as blue as the sky.Potted flowers add color to the garden, and there are four large ones at every corner of the pool.I see Father Parisi standing by Tiny, but there are no other guests.Are we early?Without saying a word, Angelo continues to walk to the side of the house until he stops beneath the tree I saw when I was in the living room.Everyone follows him, and when he turns to face me, a shiver creeps down my spine.Iโm not going to lie, I feel super uncomfortable being the only woman here.Two of Angeloโs men come to stand on either side of Giorgio, and a hollowness settles in my stomach.For a moment, the thought that theyโre going to kill us f
Chapter 11ToriAfter Angelo tells everyone to leave, even Tiny and Big Ricky, I find myself alone in the living room with my new husband.God, this is not what I meant when I said Iโd do anything if youโd help me out of the impossible situation with Giorgio.Angelo removes his tuxedo jacket and drapes it over the back of a couch. โSit down, Vittoria.โI walk to the other side of the coffee table, so itโs between us, and cautiously take a seat on one of the black couches.The treeโs branches throw ominous shadows through the glass ceiling, and it makes a shiver creep up my spine.What do I do? How do I even begin to process this nightmare?Panic keeps flaring hot in my chest, and with every passing second, my dread grows.Angelo doesnโt join me immediately, but instead, he walks to a side table where a bottle of whiskey stands. He pours the brown liquid into two tumblers, and picking them up, he brings a glass to me.โDrink every drop. It will help settle your emotions.โLike he cares
Chapter 12AngeloI have one thing to take care of before I start my married life with Vittoria.Big Ricky stops the car in front of the club, and when I get out, he follows me inside.The place is buzzing with life, and music beats in the air as I head to the back.I shove the office door open and find Giorgio on his knees in the middle of the room while Eddie sits on a chair by my desk with his gun in his hand. โMr. Rizzo,โ he says with urgency, tightening his words. โI donโt have aproblem with you marrying my sister.โโStepsister,โ I correct him as I unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt. I roll the sleeves up, then say, โThis is about you beating Vittoria.โโWhat?โ he gasps. โI donโt know what she told you, but she lied. I have neverโโI lunge forward, and my fist connects so hard with his jaw that spittle flies into the air.Continuing to roll up my sleeves, I say, โI fucking memorized the vows for Vittoria because I know how important the church is to her.โ My eyes flick to the
Chapter 13ToriI move as quickly as possible to change out of the dress and into Angeloโs T-shirt.I can smell his woodsy scent on the fabric, and it makes butterflies erupt in my stomach.Not being allowed to wear any underwear makes me feel even more nervous.So far, Angelo has been understanding, and I try to focus on that instead of the dangerous man everyone knows him to be.Men like him are used to taking what they want and not caring about other people's feelings, but at least heโs trying. Iโm very grateful for that.Heโs even hugged me, and I have to admit it helped calm my nerves a little.But my anxiety is spiking again because as soon as he comes out of the bathroom, weโll probably have sex.Holy crap.I press my hand over my stomach, thatโs in knots, and glance at the bed covered in pristine white sheets.How does he keep it so clean?God, Tori. Youโre about to lose your virginity, and youโre thinking about sheets.Tonight, Iโll be naked in front of a man. For the first t
Chapter 14ToriAngelo lies down on top of me, and his weight pushes me deeper into the mattress. A groan rumbles from him as his breath coasts down my throat before he presses a kiss to my shoulder.โFuck, your innocence is intoxicating,โ he murmurs, then his teeth scrape over my skin as his mouth moves down to my breast. โI want to devour you.โA sense of fear ghosts through me, and I swallow hard on the nervous ball in my throat.His right hand skims down my side before it slips between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my face goes up in flames.Being touched for the first time, Iโm unable to focus on how it feels. My emotions are too chaotic.As he parts my folds and the pad of his thumb rubs my clit, he murmurs, โOpen your eyes.โWhen I do as Iโm told, I find all his attention is focused on my face.His thumb strokes the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs, causing anticipation to build in my abdomen.A wolfish smirk tugs at his mouth, then he moves down my body until his b
Chapter 15AngeloVittoria kissing my cheek makes something shift in my chest, but the one to my neck has my control dangerously slipping.โThank you for giving me so much attention.โ I hear her take a deep breath. โTake my virginity, Angelo. Iโm ready.โI used every ounce of strength I possessed to take things slow with her, but her permission shoves me over the edge.I push my left hand beneath her head, and as my fingers wrap around the back of her neck, my right hand shoots down between us.My mind is clouded with desire as I position my cock at her soaked entrance, and with untamed need, I enter her with a brutal thrust.Her pussy wraps fucking tight around me before Iโm forcefully stopped by her narrow walls.Iโm only a quarter of the way in, and unable to think clearly because of the intense pleasure, I pull back before forcing my cock to the hilt inside her.A satisfied groan is ripped from my chest, and my body shudders from how good she feels.Christ, nothing has ever felt t
Chapter 16ToriAngelo switches off the light before moving me onto my side and lying down behind me. He pushes an arm beneath my pillow, and the other he wraps around me, resting his forearm between my breasts.His fingers caress my throat, and I feel as he presses a kiss to my hair. In the darkness, the position feels intimate.My thoughts are overrun with everything thatโs happened tonight. My emotions are all over the place, and I canโt focus on anything long enough to process it.Now that the afterglow of sex has faded, my fear and confusion have returned full force. Just because he made me feel pleasure doesnโt mean heโs suddenly a different person.Angelo is still one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra. Heโs still ruthless and violent.Heโs still a stranger.The sounds in and around the mansion arenโt familiar, and I feel totally out of place lying on the expensive sheets.Even the pillow feels weird beneath my head.Angelo lets out a sigh, then his voice rumbles behind me. โWhat
Chapter 17ToriAfter taking a long bath and getting dressed in a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a light cardigan, I creep out of the main bedroom.It feels like Iโm trespassing.I glance over the wrought iron banister, and not seeing anyone, I sneak from bedroom to bedroom, taking a look around the mansion thatโs now my home.Cautiously, I head down the stairs while my eyes flit around. The dรฉcor is modern, and everything feels expensive.When I step into the living room, I see Tiny sitting on one of the couches.His eyes snap to me, then a crooked grin forms on his face. โMorning, Mrs. Rizzo.โโMorning,โ I whisper. I swallow on the dryness in my throat before asking, โWhereโs the kitchen?โHe points to the left. โThrough there.โ โThank you.โWhen I step into a state-of-the-art kitchen, thereโs a woman who seems to be in her late fifties or early sixties. I suck at guessing someoneโs age.Her eyes flit to me, and for a very uncomfortable moment, she looks me up and down.โMorning,โ I
Chapter 20SamanthaAfter I cried my heart out, I made myself a cup of coffee, which Iโm sipping on while I sit next to my mystery man on the couch.He has his arm wrapped around my shoulder, and it makes me feel safe. โI had a bad day at the office,โ I whisper over the rim of my cup.Thatโs the understatement of the century.โWant to talk about it?โ he asks, his tone gentle and caring.Not wanting to put him in any danger by telling him about Mr. Vitale being a mafia boss, I shake my head. โI canโt.โI canโt tell anyone about what happened.Itโs something Iโll have to stay quiet about until the day I die.Feeling exhausted and emotionally drained, I let out a miserable sigh and mutter, โI need to do something that will take my mind off what happened today.โMy mystery man pulls his arm away from my shoulders and says, โIโll be back in a few seconds.โHe gets up and walks into the restroom.I rise to my feet and take the cup to the kitchen. Placing my hands on the side of the sink, I
Chapter 19SamanthaWith a fresh wave of fear flooding my veins, I yank away from Mr. Vitale.Our eyes lock, and suddenly, I see his ruthless nature written all over his face.One of the five heads. The other men.Oh God. I was surrounded by the leaders of the Sicilian mafia.It feels like Iโm having an out-of-body experience, and what has been a pretty mundane reality until today, warps into something unrecognizable.Spinning around, I rush out of the restroom and into the foyer. Spotting the front door, I make a beeline for it.Suddenly, Mr. Vitale darts in front of me, and obstructing my escape, he says, โYou canโt leave until weโve talked about everything.โโThe hell I canโt,โ I shriek, my voice shrill from all the shocks Iโve had. I move away from him, and feeling bewildered, I say, โI work for a mafia boss. Great.โ My hands fly to my hair and grip fistfuls. โOh God. I wonโt survive going to prison.โโYouโre not going to prison,โ he snaps.Hearing his annoyed tone, I spin around
Chapter 18FrancoItโs been ten minutes since I pressed the panic button on my wristwatch.Renzo and the others have received my exact location and will be here soon.I grab hold of Samanthaโs bicep and haul her to her feet before pulling her toward the stairs.Iโm fucking worried about Milo and Lorenzo. With men getting past them so quickly, it means weโre being attacked by half an army.As we cautiously take the stairs up to the sixth floor, my phone starts to vibrate. I quickly dig the device out of my pocket, and seeing Miloโs name flashing on the screen, I answer, โWhere are you?โโThird floor. You?โโIn the stairwell. Weโre heading to the sixth floor.โ โIโm coming.โI end the call and put the phone back in my pocket, then glance at Samanthaโs pale face.โHow are you holding up?โ I ask. She shakes her head. โIโm not.โ โIt will be over soon.โWhen we reach the door to the sixth floor, I gesture with my finger in front of my lips for her to keep quiet.Holding the submachine gun I
Chapter 17SamanthaGod, I canโt wait for next week. I need a vacation, even if itโs only a week.As I leave the subway and walk toward work, my phone starts to ring, and seeing itโs Mom, I smile as I answer, โHey, Mom.โโHi, sweetie. I canโt wait to pick you up at the airport on Saturday. I was thinking we could start your vacation with a spa day. What do you think?โMy smile widens at the thought of getting a full body massage. โYes!Iโd love that.โโGreat. Iโll make an appointment for us,โ Mom says.โThanks, Mom.โ At the end of the block, I turn right and move closer to the buildings to avoid the other pedestrians before I admit, โI canโt wait to see you and Dad.โโWe miss you too, sweetie. Unfortunately Matt wonโt be here. Heโs so busy with the new account he landed.โโAww, thatโs a pity,โ I mutter. I havenโt seen my brother since Christmas and make a mental note to give him a call.When I reach the office, I say, โI have to go, Mom.โ โOkay. Have a good day, sweetie.โโYou too.โE
Chapter 16FrancoAfter having dinner with Renzo and Dario, I stop at Paradiso to check on things.Once Iโve changed into my uniform, I take a moment to send Samantha a message.MMM: How are you?While I wait for her reply, my thoughts go back to the panic attack she had. It was fucking bad, and itโs clear our meetings havenโt helped as much as I thought.My phone vibrates in my hand, and I quickly read the message.Samantha: Honestly? MMM: Yes.Samantha: Not so good.MMM: Do you want me to come over?Needing to be there for her, I whisper, โPlease say yes.โSamantha: Please. Iโd really appreciate it.โThank fuck.โMMM: Iโm on my way. Open the window.Iโm up and out of my office at the speed of light, and as I rush through the back entrance to the club, Milo and Lorenzo kill their cigarettes and give me a worried look.โWhatโs wrong?โ Milo asks.โNothing. Iโm going to Samanthaโs place,โ I say as I open the back door of the G-Wagon.My men pile into the vehicle, and when weโre on our w
Chapter 15SamanthaGod, I feel like death warmed over.Mr. Vitale has been relentless this morning. Youโd swear heโs the one who didnโt get any sleep.Asshole.Just as the thought crosses my mind, an incoming call comes through from his office.Answering it, I try to sound upbeat as I say, โYes, sir?โ โMy office. Now!โGod, I hate him.โIโm coming.โ He doesnโt hear my reply, because heโs already hung up.I let out a whining sound as I get up from my chair and have to resist the urge to stomp my feet like a two-year-old.Opening the door to the chamber of wrath, I go inside.โCancel all my appointments for the next two days,โ he barks. โAnd fix all the mistakes on this contract.โPapers fly across his desk, and I dart forward to catch them. Before I can stop myself, I snap, โDo you have to be such an asshole?โWhen he raises an eyebrow at me, my words register in my tired brain.I did not just say that to him!I start blinking at him, and then an apology falls over my lips, โOh my God
Chapter 14SamanthaSitting in my living room, instead of sleeping, I stare at my phone.This really couldโve waited until tomorrow, and heโll return your call tomorrow. Go. To. Sleep!When a message comes through, I grab the device and quickly open it.You asked me to call. Is everything okay?โShit,โ I mutter.I type my reply and press send.Iโm sorry for bothering you like this. We can talk tomorrow. I donโt want to keep you up.While I program the number under MMM, another text comes through.MMM: Youโre not keeping me up. Whatโs wrong? Samantha: I just wanted to ask you something.MMM: What?I hesitate for a moment before I type out the question.Samantha: Do you do house calls? MMM: Why?Samantha: Iโm worried the club is giving me a false sense of security, and while I think Iโm getting better, Iโm actually making no progress at all. I want to test the theory.Feeling like Iโm asking too much, I quickly add another text.Samantha: Donโt feel obligated in any way. Iโll understand
Chapter 13SamanthaWhen I climb into the passenger seat of the BMW, I feel a little apprehensive.Iโm taking a huge risk by getting into a car with a man I barely know.Barelyโฆha! I donโt even know his freaking name.When my mystery man settles behind the steering wheel, I watch as he adjusts the seat.My eyebrow pops up. โIsnโt this your car?โ โNo, itโs a friendโs.โHe starts the engine, and realizing heโs going to drive through Manhattan with a balaklava on, I let out a snort. โYou look like a bank robber. The cops are going to pull us over.โโLetโs hope that doesnโt happen,โ he mutters as he reverses the BMW out of the parking bay. โWhere do you live?โKnowing he can find my address on my membership form, I donโt bother lying and tell him where to go.We drive in silence for a minute or so before my nerves get the better of me, and I blurt out, โThis isnโt nerve-racking at all.โTurning left at a set of traffic lights, he says, โItโs the same as being in a room with me. Try not to
Chapter 12FrancoTonight is a fuck-ton more difficult than I expected it would be.After spending time away from the office so I didnโt have to interact with Samantha, I knew tonight might be uncomfortable.But itโs not uncomfortable. Itโs brutal.All I want to do is hold her. The fucking urge is driving me insane.I link my fingers again and rest my hands on my lap while I tell her about my parents.When Dad had the stroke, I had no choice but to take over as the leader of the Vitale family.Christ, I didnโt know whether I was coming or going. People looked to me to run the business even though I had no fucking idea what I was doing.โWere you close with your dad?โ Samantha asks.โNot really. I was seventeen and at a stage in my life where I didnโt agree with anything my father said or did. Looking back now, I wish I had listened to him.โโDonโt we all,โ she chuckles. โI argued with my mom about everything when I was a teenager.โWanting to keep the conversation flowing, I ask, โWha