The petite, almost fragile-looking woman shivering like a wet cat in front of me was Delaney Lombardi. Her name rolled off my tongue as I tapped her shoulder to get her attention, but she was wide-eyed and in some kind of terrified trance.
Tommaso sighed heavily, giving me an exasperated look as I snapped my fingers at her. “Raise your arms up,” my right-hand man told her. I glanced at Tommaso, shaking my head, as Delaney started sobbing between us. We were standing in a small alcove somewhere in the back of the mansion, three of my best guards forming a semi-circle around us to shield the girl from watchful eyes as Tommaso pulled a large sweatshirt over her head. It was his, and it swallowed her up so much that the length of it brushed against her knees.
“Better?” Tommaso asked as Delaney glanced between us with wide hazel eyes filled with nothing but fear and confusion. That was a natural reaction, I supposed, but also a predictable one. Boring. “Pretty cold in here, huh?”
She swallowed, the column of her throat bobbing with effort as she gave us a quick nod. Her shoulder-length bleached-blonde hair was sweaty and clinging to her forehead. I glanced between my guards, making sure we were still alone and unseen. The auction was over, and now everyone who had better places to go was leaving, especially those that had bought women tonight.
“Get her in the car,” I said to Tommaso, who nodded and tried to take Delaney by the elbow, but she flinched away from him, whimpering.
I exhaled deeply, rolling my eyes away from Tommaso and placing both of my hands on her narrow shoulders. She jumped, trying to pull away but I dug my fingers in, finding just skin and bone. She was so thin, so pathetic. I might’ve felt sorry for her if I was capable of it, or if I wasn’t using her to draw her rat of a father out of hiding.
“I’m not interested in you in the slightest,” I assured her, arching a brow as her lower lip jutted out and trembled. “Not my type, sweetheart.”
“W-Why am I h-here then?”
“I think you know,” I said, shrugging.
“Hungry? You look hungry,” Tommaso said. “Get in the car and we’ll stop for something to eat on the way, alright? Sounds good to you?”
“I j-just wanna go home—”
I cut her off before her desperation choked her up again. “Not gonna happen. Go on now.”
She winced and started crying again as Tommaso led her away, followed closely by one of the guards. I sighed, shaking my head as the fawn of a girl tripped over her own bare feet several times before disappearing out a door leading to a large, open space lined with cars.
I waited for a while. I didn’t want to be seen with Delaney. She was one of the last to be auctioned off, and I’d had Tommaso bid on her while I crept through the crowd looking for someone I hadn’t been aware was there before he’d placed a bid on that dark-haired woman that had locked eyes with me and done something sharp to my body I could barely put into words.
It didn’t take long to find out her name. Gabriele de Luca was a boisterous bastard, the kind that liked to brag. Seraphina Bianchi. The fucking princess of the Bianchi family. How the hell had she ended up here, and more importantly, why?
Gabriele was also a sick fuck and my enemy. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of someone like Seraphina being spread wide for him, especially after seeing that flash of heat roll through her while she’d held my gaze.
I’d almost bid on her on impulse. I would have, had Tommaso not drawn my attention away toward a commotion in the back of the room.
That moment would probably haunt me forever, especially after finding out her name. I had a history with the Bianchis and it wasn’t good. Her recognition of me was clear as day.
The way she’d looked at me had sparked something long dormant in me.
Curiosity.
“Let’s go,” I said, motioning to the guards as I started walking forward. I walked outside and saw Tommaso standing with the door open, his hand curled over the window as he watched a car speeding off into the night. I followed his gaze and stopped in my tracks as Mattia fucking Greco, Andre Bianchi’s right-hand, bolted back into the mansion. I turned to Tommaso, shock rippling over my skin as he met my gaze.
“Holy shit,” he said under his breath. “You won’t believe what I just heard.”
“Get in the car,” I said hastily, looking back over my shoulder as Tommaso began to relay what he’d overheard between Gabriele’s man and Mattia. Gabriele, who had just bought Mattia’s boss’s daughter. This was big. “We need to leave, now.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked as he rolled up the partition so Delaney couldn’t hear our conversation as she sat in the back seat with two of my guards. I took the wheel and peeled out of the driveway, my mind reeling.
“Nothing.” I gritted my teeth. “Not my business.”
Tommaso grunted, tapping his knee. “You sure about that?”
What had that girl gotten herself into?
I had to make a decision. The clock started ticking the second Seraphina was dragged from the stage.
“I want men following both Gabriele and Mattia,” I said after a moment. “I need to know why she was auctioned off before I do anything.”
Part of me wanted to go straight to Gabriele right now and take her away from him. But that feeling could’ve been based on that look she gave me, the way her doll-like, expressionless gaze snapped with sudden rage that sent a tremor of heat licking down my spine. It had been a fleeting glance, but it had cut right through me. That girl would be mine. All I had to do was reach out and take her.
If something was going on between Gabriele and her father? Well, two birds, one stone, right? She’d be wanted by both of my enemies, and in my clutches. That itself was worth something. Power. Advantage. Amusement. Tommaso had called me a Tom Cat once and a bastard for playing with my prey. Who could blame me for seeking out a little fun every now and then?
But I also had Delaney to consider. Her father thought he could go behind my back with no recourse, so I’d taken his most prized possession.
What a game this was, I thought to myself.
And I really liked to play it.
SeraThey were speaking loudly in Italian. I was sure Gabriele and his men thought I didn’t know what they were saying, but I was fluent. My mom had seen to that, putting me and my brother Leonardo—Leo—into private catholic schools and bringing us up in what she lovingly called “the old way.”We’d spent summers in Italy with my maternal grandparents. I’d picked oranges from my Nonna’s tree, and she’d sliced them up and served them with olives, Coppa, and fresh bread.Tears streamed down my face as I shifted my focus back to their conversation and away from the beautiful memories of what was sometimes a loving, happy childhood before my mother died. My neck felt bare and cold without the weight of my rosary. I ached to reach up and rub it between my thumb and forefinger, but even the slightest movement of my arms sent a rush of searing pain through my hands as the handcuffs shredded my skin.Gabriele had me in his lap. I could smell cigar smoke and sweat even through the bag. I could d
SeraI’m dying.Gabriele was killing me, his arm pressed into my neck and cutting off my air supply. My fingernails clawed at his arm, but he didn’t move. I felt myself slipping into calm, cool darkness and it was a welcome relief.But then I heard shouting, and suddenly he released me. I took a deep, desperate breath even though I’d been reaching toward that bright light at the end of the tunnel that turned out to be the grime-covered lightbulb hanging from the ceiling instead. As soon as the humid, putrid air filled my lungs I started coughing and couldn’t stop.“What?” Gabriele shouted as he pulled on his pants and threw open the door. I couldn’t hear what the guard said, but Gabriele cursed under his breath as I brought my shaking hands up and clutched my neck where a bruise was surely forming. More coughs came, and Gabriel shoved me aside, cursing at me to be quiet.“Get her some different clothes,” he growled. “And make her eat. Force her if need be. I don’t want her losing any
SeraI clutched the sheet to my chest as a young woman entered the room. She was dressed in a pale blue uniform of some kind, her mousy brown hair pulled away from her face. I knew as soon as I laid eyes on her that my hopes of a rescue were foolish.She held a tray of food in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.“Hi.” She didn’t look me in the eyes when she spoke. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the tray of food. “I brought you something to eat and change into.”“I need out of here,” I said, “not food and clothes.”A guard moved into place outside the door as she closed it behind her. My heart fell into my stomach as a crushing weight settled there. What lengths would he go to in order to make sure I didn’t set one toe out of this prison? Was he waiting for his turn with me, like Gabriele had promised him? How patient a man could he be? Would he wait? Or if he saw an opportunity… I shook my head, scattering my thoughts. I couldn’t focus on every little threat right now. There
SeraGabriele moved toward me wearing nothing but a robe—a nice one. Something made of soft, cool fabric so unlike the tattered robe wrapped around me. I had no idea what time it was, but he looked like he’d slept and showered.At least he’d be clean when he forced himself on me, not that that even mattered.“Take off the robe,” he commanded in an emotionless voice that sent a chill skittering up my spine. I hesitated a second too long and anger flashed through his eyes as he stalked forward and yanked me into a seated position.I yelped as he slapped me hard across the face. I tasted blood but fought the urge to burst into tears as I remembered what I’d promised myself before I fell asleep.Let him touch you. Let him have his way. Live, for the love of God, live as long as you can and get out of here! Live, so you can kill this man with your bare hands. Live, so you can stop this madness from continuing.“What did I say about obeying me, bella?” He fisted my hair and forced me to loo
SeraThe body of the man who’d bought me continued to bleed all over the bed as the man who’d shot him in the back of the neck entered the room.Without thinking, I pushed the body off me, flailing as I tried to stay calm but lost the battle.He was fucking dead! Right on top of me.“Calm the fuck down,” my alleged savior said, coming at me. He growled through gritted teeth, but I smacked at him blindly, trying to get away.Manhandling me seemed to be no problem for him. Within seconds, his strong hands clasped my arms, twisting them as he pulled me against him, putting yet another bag over my head and hoisting me over his shoulder.He didn’t tie my wrists though. Still wild, I bucked and tried to comprehend what was happening. He merely adjusted my weight with a little toss that sent me a couple inches into the air. When I came back down and landed on his shoulder, it took the wind out of me. A hiss of involuntary sound left my lungs. He patted my rear end as if calming a skittish do
SeraTommaso spoke with kindness that made me instantly suspicious. “Your wrists look a bit rough. Infected, maybe. I’ll send someone upstairs to take a look at you.”I said nothing as he led me up a wide staircase that branched off into two separate wings of the enormous, echoing mansion decorated in dark wood and rich, gray and emerald tile.“A shower too, I think,” he said, his voice clipped and lifted. I looked up at him then, noticing the way his eyes creased sympathetically as he smiled. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”“I…” I trailed off. What was he playing at? Did he think he could appease me with hot water and a trip to the doctor? Maybe a lollipop if I behaved? Not likely. “No.”I faced forward, trembling slightly as he shrugged in defeat and motioned for me to turn down one long, darkened hallway. Runners stretched the length of the wide hallway, lined with art in heavy wooden frames that might have cost more than the art itself. If my hands hadn’t been bound I would have reache
KillianI pursed my lips as I watched the grandfather clock in the corner of my office. It ticked and ticked away, each second like a breath I imagined Giuseppe de Luca taking as he arrived at his father’s house after a long night with whores and dice.My mouth twitched into a smile at the thought of what he’d find.The clock chimed seven, and I looked up as Francesco Abate entered the room, his face twisted in exhaustion. Francesco was a few years my junior. Tall and burly, he dripped with brute force and a violent disposition that had taken years to rein in. He was still working on that, but I was in no hurry to tame him. Terrifying man, truly.Francesco crossed his thick arms over his chest. “He knows.”“Well, that didn’t take long,” I said.A maid hurried in with a tray of coffee, her eyes flicking up to Francesco for a split second before she bristled and hurried over to me. She poured me a cup and I arched my brow at Francesco, who glared at the maid.“Thank you,” I said, but sh
SeraI mulled over my options as I took a shower, washing the blood and grime and the feel of Gabriele’s skin from my body. Food had been laid out, but I hadn’t touched it. An assortment of cheeses, breads, and cured meats sat alongside freshly washed green grapes and dried apricots. The sort of meal I’d have ordered off a menu to share with a friend. Or with Jim on our date, had a date ever come to fruition. As soon as Jim’s name skittered through my mind my chest tightened.Don’t think about him. A nice older man, possibly a butler, had cleaned and bandaged my wrists and a few other cuts and scrapes on my head. I’d been worried about being alone with a strange man again, but he’d brought a maid with him.He’d asked if I’d been… touched. I’d known what he meant. I only had the sense to shake my head and look down at the fresh, clean bandages covering the broken skin along my wrists as he gently told me I would heal. At least, my physical wounds would.But my mind had been elsewhere.