Chapter 4
Angelo For the past two weeks, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in Giorgio. The fucker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It’s clear the man has no loyalty to his family. But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio’s mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she’s too fucking terrified to dare lie to me. I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn’t break eye contact. She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt. I told him I’d kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal. It aggravates the fuck out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria’s virginity to me as payment for his debt. She’s worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars. She’s worth more than Giorgio’s pathetic life. What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he’d rather sacrifice Vittoria’s innocence. The fucker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he’ll pawn her off to a man who doesn’t mind spoiled goods. I’ve also found out why he’s waiting until she’s twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it. It fucking infuriates me. Staring at the woman who’s popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is. When Tiny looked into Vittoria’s life, he couldn’t find a single black mark against her. Every Sunday, she serves coffee and tea after Mass. When one of the parishioners is sick, she delivers home-cooked meals to them. This woman is as pure as they come. In my world, she’s rare, and I like to collect unique items. Vittoria’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, and the nervous action draws my eyes to her mouth. I’d bet every last dime I have on my name she hasn’t even been kissed. Mesmerized by the woman, I murmur, “Have you ever been kissed?” Her brows furrow together while the pink on her cheeks deepens in color. Christ, she’s so fucking innocent that a simple question about a kiss has her blushing. Vittoria shakes her head, and I can see how difficult it is for her to keep eye contact with me. I step closer until there’s only an inch between us, and leaning down, I take a deep breath of her scent. She smells like cookies and dough, instantly making my mouth water, and I catch a hint of something soft and floral. “I’ll see you soon, piccola cerviatta.” Calling her little deer comes naturally, and as I walk away, I feel her eyes burning on my back. Vittoria Romano might not come from a worthy family, but she has something no one else in our community can offer me – her innocence. Giorgio’s in for a surprise because I don’t just want Vittoria’s virginity. If I take her, I’ll marry the most beautiful woman in New York. She’ll warm my bed and give me heirs. And finally, Uncle Maurizio will stop fucking nagging me. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me whether I’m married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting. “Are we leaving?” Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny. “Yes.” I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, “Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me.” “Yes, boss,” Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine. During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that’s been presented to me. Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn’t give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I’d take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency. There’s still no urgency. But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up. I’ll have something no other man has touched. The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio. I’m not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fucker as if he’s a mouse. I want to see how far he’ll go before I kill him. When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order. Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it’s quiet. I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don’t trust a living soul. Besides the strip club and casino, I own a fleet of ships that transport prohibited goods worldwide. Salvatore handles the schedule for the fleet, while Eddie makes sure shit doesn’t go down at my club. He also runs the restaurant and casino for me. Sunday is Eddie's only day off, so I don’t even bother checking if he’s in his office. I feel Eddie is an excellent candidate to run things in Sicily on my behalf when my uncle retires. I have to think of someone else who we can train to take over from Eddie. It’s not going to be an easy decision to make because, besides Renzo, Damiano, Dario, and Franco, the heads of the other four families, I only trust Salvatore, Eddie, Tiny, and Big Ricky. I keep my circle small because, in my world, it’s the only way to stay alive. There’s a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn’t look like he’s gotten any sleep since we last spoke. It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked. Tiny shoves the fucker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror. I could kill him and just take Vittoria. My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, “If I take Vittoria for myself, I won’t tolerate any interference from you.” Confusion flutters over his face before it’s followed by relief. “So you’re taking her virginity in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?” I stare at the man until it looks like he’s going to piss himself before I say, “I haven’t made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do.” “O-of c-c-course,” he stammers. “I’m not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away.” Tilting my head, I ask, “Is that something you think she’ll do?” His head bobs up and down. “Since she was a teen, she’s had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She’s keeping herself pure for marriage.” My eyes narrow on the fucker for insulting Vittoria’s childhood dream. If she marries me, she’ll have a fucking castle and everything her heart desires. “What else does she dream of?” I demand. “The usual bullshit. Being a mother.” That’s good to hear. Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fuckers arm and shoving him out of my office. When I’m alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don’t see any of the numbers. My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she’s a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can’t know about the wedding, I’ll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don’t want her fucking stepbrother knowing I’m taking more than just her virginity. Once I have her in front of the priest, she won’t be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me. Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me? No. Not one bit. In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she’ll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire. Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts. Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.Twenty-two years later…)EpilogueDamianoWalking out onto the veranda, I glance at the lake before my eyes drift over my guests.Everyone’s at the mansion for a cookout to celebrate Mamma’s eightieth birthday.She didn’t want anything formal, so I only invited the other heads and their families over to spend the day with us.I head toward where the men are sitting and take a seat.Dario points to where the kids are standing in groups, and he lets out a chuckle. “Rosie is following Enzo around. He can’t shake her.”I watch as Dario’s sixteen-year-old daughter sticks to my second-oldest son like glue. When Enzo stops and wraps his arm around her shoulder, the poor girl almost melts into his side.Fuck.I better have a talk with Enzo, who’s just turned twenty. I don’t want him getting any ideas until Rosie’s eighteen.Thankfully, he gives her a brotherly hug before letting go of her.My gaze follows Enzo as he walks to where his brother, Christiano, is talking to Angelo’s sons.When my
Chapter 45DamianoAmelio arranged a Mercedes van and a Porsche Cayenne for the vacation in Cape Town. As we’re driven to the hotel, my eyes are on Gabriella, who’s grinning as she stares at the landscape.“It’s so green, and the mountain is stunning,” she tells Mamma.She was surprised when I allowed us all to travel in the same vehicle, and I had to explain the risk of an attack isn’t as high on vacation as it is in New York.“The roads aren’t as busy as in Manhattan,” Gabriella mentions. “It’s nice.”I give her hand a squeeze and lean into her. “Are you happy, amore mia?”She smiles at me, excitement making the green flecks in her eyes brighter. “Yes. Thank you for arranging all of this for us.”“Emilio did all the work,” I mutter.“You’re welcome, boss,” the fucker says from the driver's seat. “Don’t make me throw you out of the car,” I grumble.When we pull up to The One & Only that’s situated near the waterfront, I slide the door open and climb out.My muscles are stiff from all
Chapter 44GabriellaEven though I didn’t have much of an appetite, I made Coda alla vaccinarafor Mamma, knowing she loves oxtail.I hope Stefano suffers a lot.It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we arrived home after attending the funeral.I can’t believe Aunt Greta’s gone.I glance at Mamma, where she’s sitting in an armchair with her eyes closed.“How are you doing, Mamma?” I murmur.Slowly, she opens her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I keep listening for Greta. It’s so quiet without her.I know.“Should I switch on the TV?” I ask.She shakes her head. “I’m actually tired, cara. I think I’ll go to bed.” “Let me walk with you to your room.”I get up from the chair and help Mamma to her feet.As we walk to her bedroom, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her a sideways hug, then say, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make you feel better.”We stop near her door, and she gently pats my cheek. “You’re already helping, mia figlia.”Hearing her call me
Chapter 43DamianoArriving at the warehouse, I get out of the SUV and head to the side entrance.“Carlo, go torture Stefano,” I say. “Just don’t kill him yet.”He nods, and I stop by the room where Mrs. di Bella is being held. “Are you going in?” Emilio asks.“Yes. Go keep an eye on Carlo.”When I’m alone, I think about everything Gabriella told me.As ice flows through my veins, I open the door and step inside. I glance at Bobby, who’s been guarding her, and nod to the door.After he leaves, my gaze settles on Mrs. di Bella, who’s tied to a chair. “Comfortable?” I ask.Her breaths explode over her lips, her skin pale with sorrow. Fear darkens her eyes as she stares at me.“Gabriella told me what you did to her,” I murmur, my tone dark with anger. “What you allowed to be done to her.”“It’s all lies,” she cries.I dart forward, and grabbing hold of her neck, I force her and the chair backward until she slams into the concrete floor.I pull out my gun from behind my back and press the
Chapter 42DamianoAfter leaving Gabriella in Mamma and Vito’s care, Emilio drives Carlo and me to the warehouse.Yesterday was a quiet day for us. Once we all got some sleep, Emilio ordered food for everyone. There wasn’t much talking being done, because we were all processing the shitstorm we just went through.But as I’m on my way to the warehouse, my thoughts are focused on what lies ahead.Vengeance burns in my chest, an incessant inferno that can only be extinguished with blood.A fuck ton of blood.Today, everyone who’s hurt me and mine will die. Everyone but Stefano. He will suffer a million times more than Gabriella did before he meets his gruesome end.After the SUV pulls up to the warehouse, I shove the door open and climb out.Dressed in a suit, I adjust my jacket before I walk to the side entrance while pulling my phone out to call Tommy.“Yes, boss?” he answers on the second ring. “Bring them.”“Be there in ten minutes.”When I enter the building, I head to the room wher
Chapter 41DamianoI got little to no sleep with my cock buried deep inside Gabriella. Not fucking her is impossibly hard, but she needs the rest, so I power through.I deserve a fucking gold medal for the sweet torture I’m forced to endure.Then she fucking stirs against my chest, and her pebbled nipples brush over my skin.Christ.When her inner muscles clamp around my cock, I let out a harsh breath, sweat beading at the back of my neck.Before I can ask if she’s awake, Gabriella slowly starts to swivel her hips.I let out a groan, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. “You’re killing me.”“Hmm…”She rubs her clit against me, the movements quickly pushing me toward an orgasm.“Amore mia,” I grunt. “You’re going to make me come.”“That’s the plan,” she moans before starting to press kisses to my pecs. “You feel so good.” Her teeth tug at my nipple. “You taste even better.”I don’t stand a chance against my wife, and I thrust up once before shooting my release into her wet warmth.M