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Ricardo is dangerous, he is his Fathers Son and he will hurt you]Mario held his hands up pretending he only had her interests at heart, desire was pooling into his groin she looked so incredibly beautiful. Her pale skin, dirty from the grim on the dungeon did not distract from her innate goodness, the shorts and t-shirt did little to hide the firm young body beneath. He was not the only man looking at her hungrily, the guards all looked ready to eat her alive and she was totally unaware of it instead she stood firm,‘Ti sbagli, Mario. Ricci non mi farebbe mai del male, ha sparato a suo padre per salvarmi la vita. Non è la prima volta che ci incontriamo.’ [You are wrong Mario. Ricci would never hurt me, he shot his own father to save my life. This is not the first time we have met.]She gazed down at him lovingly and Mario felt a jealous rage burn through his body the little shit had fucked her he knew it as sure as he knew his own hand she turned those azure blue eyes on him.

She really did not like feeling so helpless and she hated him doing so many intimate things for her, she hated his touch now, it had been so reassuring at first, now it sickened her. She had woken earlier than he had expected and she quickly figured out why, she had not drunk the wine he gave her with the food. It had been a very dry vinegary red and she had turned up her nose at it when he wasn’t looking she had tipped it into the plant pot near the chair he always sat on holding her.‘La stava drogando.’ [He was drugging her.]She thought angrily and when he came to give her breakfast she got rid of the orange juice the same way, but at lunchtime he was different when he placed her on his knee his hands stroked her thighs not her back,‘Penso che tu abbia riposato abbastanza, bambina mia, papà si è preso cura di te, ora è tempo che tu ti prenda cura di papà’ [I think you have rested enough my baby girl, Daddy has looked after you now it is time for you to look after Daddy.] His v

Ricci caught her as she swayed and almost collapsed again.‘Ricci?’Her eyes locked on to his as he swung her into his strong arms,‘Sono io, bambina' [It’s me baby girl]She flinched at his choice of words but the feeling of warmth and safety suffused her body and her eyes rolled back into her head as she gave into the darkness wanting to claim her.They were suddenly surrounded by men with guns all cocked and ready to shoot as two of the other Dons came forward gesturing angrily‘Perché avrebbe sparato a Don Mario, che era il migliore amico di suo padre?’ [Why would she shoot Don Mario he was her Fathers best friend?]One of them said standing in front of him as he tried to carry her back to his SUV,‘He was no friend of her Family’Ricci snarled at them.,‘Era un fottuto traditore, una fottuta spia, era il cugino di Don Giovanni. Ha catturato sua Madre, entrambi i suoi genitori si sono fidati di lui ed è stato come un fratello per suo Padre. Portò Maria da Giovanni e poi si fece da

Then as if she had not suffered enough she was called before the other Dons, they had heard what Mario had done but not the full story and without realising what it would do to her they demanded a meeting. Alcina bravely agreed she was a Don herself, she had led them into the war that had destroyed Giovanni now she needed to explain Mario’s betrayal. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, she put on her silver grey Dior trouser suit, it was designed to mimic their Armani suits but fitted to her slender figure. She teamed it with a darker grey shirt and matching four inch Jimmy Choo heels, her make up was minimal and her pale golden hair hung in a loose curtain of soft curls down her back. She looked ethereally beautiful as she walked down to the meeting room where all the Dons waited for her. Still in shock from what had happened to her she stood before them took a deep breath then in an icy cold voice devoid of all emotion told them everything Don Mario had done to her from

Now the guilt engulfed her and all she wanted to do was run back to her home curl up in a corner and never leave again. He stared at the lost little waif who wandered out of the door, gone was the confident, brave young woman who had left to find her ’family’ she was two years older but she was a child.‘Alcina?’He whispered and those huge azure blue met his,‘Dear God, they were so full of pain, she was broken.’He thought and then opened his arms and she was in them, so fragile and tiny, he could not believe what his eyes were telling him, she was trembling so violently he did not think twice. He had just turned sixty five but he had kept himself fit and as he scooped her up he found she weighed nothing,‘It’s alright little one, you are home now, you are safe.’He held her to his chest and carried her out to his Rolls Royce where his driver jumped out and held the door his face a picture of shock,‘Is she okay Sir?’He asked remembering the brassy teenager he had driven to the air