Six Luca Capaldi I had one of my men take Audrina’s car home. I didn’t want her to get any ideas about running off. In the past, she had done that. Something always came up whenever we had tried to be together. Nothing was going to interfere this time. I wasn’t a teenage boy anymore. I was a man now, with power. I could protect her now in ways that I hadn’t been able to before. I’d seen Niccolo and the lengths he had gone to so that he could protect Daniela. I would do the same for Audrina now that she had come back to my life. She said she was going to be mine. That meant I was going to have her where I wanted, when I wanted. I thought about fucking her in the car on the ride home. Just to really let her know where her place was. Then, I decided, I had a better idea. Audrinna Bianchi had ruined my life in more ways then one. I was going to ruin hers. Before I left the office, I sent a message to my head of publicity at Capaldi Industries. I told her to draw up a press release stat

Eight Luca Capaldi When I found Audrina at the fashion show after party, I had every intention of taking her to a dark alley and fucking her brains out. I was going to make her mine. No one else would ever have her. But there was a problem. The problem was a big, hulking member of the Russian Bratva named Andre Antonov. His father was the head of the Bratva making him a powerful player no one wanted to go against. Ever. At first, when I found her in the club, Audrina looked excited to see me. But then her face filled with fear. I felt someone breathing down my neck. “Are you looking at my woman?” a deep, male voice asked. If I were anyone else, I would have been scared off by someone who had such a domineering personality. But I wasn’t just anyone. I was Luca Capaldi. I had a gun in my pocket and men with more guns waiting around the area. I wasn’t going to be scared off. I looked behind me. Andre Antonov was tall, blond, and tattooed with blue eyes. “That depends. Which one is yo

TenLuca Capaldi I forced Audrina to sleep in my bed with me. I knew the mansion had enough rooms that she could have had her own. Hell, Daniela hadn’t even lived there and we’d given her one when her mom had worked for us. But Audrina had spent enough time away from me. Now that she was back in my life, I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight even for a moment. When I woke up in the morning, I had my arms wrapped around her. She had slept fitfully during the night. That was understandable. I don’t think she planned on me forcing her to be my wife for real. Not when she had killed my father. The thing was, I couldn’t even bring myself to be sad about Pop. Giuseppe was a bastard who had used people for his own devices and didn’t care if they were family or not. Only about what they could give him. In a way, she had done me a favor. Now, I was the head of my father’s empire. I could make the changes I wanted to that he had never done. I would do everything with her by my side. I

Twelve Luca Capaldi Detective Wallace Wilkins had worked as my family’s private investigator for as far back as I could remember. Giuseppe had had him on retainer. I intended to keep him as such. He was good at finding out information that I needed. He was an older man, with a bald head, a round nose, and always wore a black suit with a black fedora. Even when he was inside a fancy restaurant, like we were now. “Luca,” he said. I stood up, and took his hand, patting him on the back. “Good to see you, Wilkins. You remember my wife?” I gestured to Audrina. Audrina stood up and shook his hand. “Hello, Detective. It’s nice to see you again.” Wilkins looked Audrina up and down. It was an appraising glance, the kind that he might give any new person that he had just met. But somehow, the idea of Wilkins looking at Audrina made my fists clench together. Audriana Bianchi was fucking mine. The three of us sat back down at the table. “So, surprised that the two of you finally took

Fourteen Luca Capaldi Swim team wasn’t exactly known for it’s glory. Most of the time, girls preferred watching football players practice instead of us. The main reason I was allowed to be on it was that Giuseppe saw swimming as a skill. He saw football as a game. It was also one of the few reasons he would allow me to skip going with him to any “meetings” he had. In the water, I wasn’t the heir to a dynasty built on bullets and bloodshed. In the water, I could forget about all of the responsibilities and strings that came with this privileged life. Practice for swim team was Wednesdays and Thursdays, and then the rest of the week the pool stayed open after hours for any students that wanted to use it to train harder. The pool was my safeplace. I could ignore my future there. Ignore the way my brother was an asshole to the girl who was probably the closest thing I had to a best friend. Ignore the way that Daniela looked like she was breaking on the inside most of the time because