Trapped By The Mafia Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

ScarletMinutes later, he took my hand, leading me back to our table. No one had attempted to clear our glasses or take our seats. It was as if they'd known we'd return to reclaim our space."Now, finish your wine, Scarlet. And never disobey in that egregious of a fashion again. Understood?""Yes. Understood, sir." What had been said on the phone call? I could tell he was even more troubled.We remained in silence for another ten minutes, people watching. He never reached out to touch my hand or arm, or invade my space in any manner, but his gaze never left me. When I'd finished the last drop, he rose to his feet, holding out his hand. "Come with me."I was led outside and down the street, turning onto yet another and walking two full blocks. He never stopped scanning the area, his grip on my hand forceful.Finally, he stopped just outside a shop, turning to face me. His eyes were twinkling, as if he'd been holding some kind of secret.While the lettering on the store window was in Fr

GageI ended the call, holding the phone to my head. Something didn't smell right. At some point, during one of the dozens of arguments I'd had with my father over the years, Montego had told me that the majority of deaths in an organization like the Fantago family were from those born of the heart. I didn't even care about the meaning at the time. Now, it hit home. This particular puzzle would get messy. If this was a normal hit, a planned takeover, the New York don would extend some form of olive branch, even if for only show. If not, the bloodshed would continue. Twenty-four hours would tell the tale. By then, I'd be back in the States.The realization of the magnitude of changes that would need to be made created an extreme sadness. For a few beautiful moments in time, I'd been allowed to live an almost normal life and with the woman I'd fallen madly in love with. My God. I'd actually admitted it to myself. Scarlet was everything I'd ever wanted. She'd fallen hard for me as well a

GageI headed inside, closing and locking the door then moving toward the front of the house, carefully looking through the blinds. I could see nothing but my car. There were no apparent visitors, but my sixth sense had kicked into overdrive. I had no doubt someone was watching us. I could feel a presence lurking in the damn shadows. Keeping the gun in both hands, I moved to the door, opening very slowly, my eyes roaming the property.I eased outside, crouching low to the ground as I swept the perimeter with my eyes. By the time I made it to the corner of the house, I was chastising my ridiculous actions since the minute I'd allowed her to get under my skin.Granted, we'd been here only a few days, but that was absolutely enough time for one of the capos to arrive from stateside, secure a plan, and locate the house. If this scheme had been in the works for some time, eradicating the entire family, my departure would have put a shift in the timing. Perhaps my father had gotten wind of

ScarletYou're an absolute idiot.The words continued to play like a broken iPod, fueled by the damning little voice screaming inside my head. I was shell-shocked, bitter, and ready to lash at anything or anyone.Especially me, myself, and I.I'd bought into the entire game, lowering my standards, my guard. Hell, I'd lost my entire mind. To think I could actually not only fall for his crappy ass lines, but enjoy being spanked by the man? Atrocious.I knew my heels were clipping against the floor and I thumped, hoping he'd hear my disregard for his arrogance."Bastard!" The shrill word echoed in the room. He heard me. As he said, he knew everything about me. Bullshit. Bull. Shitto. I snickered, raking my hand through my hair. Stopping short, I cringed when I lifted my dress, touching my sensitive skin. The beautiful white rose, the swirling banner, and the words had honestly given me such an amazing feeling inside, as if we'd always be connected. Why had he seemed so happy to share in

ScarletI thought about what could happen if these men did try to break into the house. With that in mind, I yanked out a few kitchen drawers, shining the light, searching for the sharpest knife. Yeah, right. That was a ridiculous idea. The guns. That's it. I knew where his guns were. I rushed into his room, tossing open the closet doors. The bag was no longer there. He'd moved the goddamn weapons. Now, I was pissed. Didn't he trust me?Think... He didn't trust anyone coming into the house, including his friends. The notion was almost more unsettling than the mysterious men. Almost. Slumping onto the floor, I cradled my knees, rocking, trying to gather what wits I might have left, and I was losing them quickly.Boom!The thunder was so close the entire house seemed to rattle. I let off a yelp as I scrambled to my feet. At this point, a knife was the only logical choice for any kind of protection. The flashlight firmly planted in my hand, I slid along the hallway wall, listening for Ga