Mafia captive

Episode4

Dante

The biggest mistake of my life had been not claiming ownership over Amanda that first day we had met. I should have put my ring on her finger and marched her straight to the nearest court to seal our union legally. By now, we’d have been a real family. There would have been mini hers running around right now.

The second biggest mistake had been being careless enough for my now deceased father to find out about her. He had been like a sniffing hound, constantly searching for any holes in my armor, anything at all he could use to tear me down, any single weakness he could find. And he had found Amanda. I don’t know how he had known that she was important, staying away from her had been necessary to ensure her safety while I planned how to take down my father.

It was the only way I could keep her safe and have her at the same time.

I just hadn’t realized how long it’d actually take to disentangle myself from the arranged marriage situation I had been in and gather enough supporters secretly to overthrow my father and cut off ties with the Irish. They were a group of blood thirsty motherfuckers and getting into business with them was the equivalent of keeping untamed carnivores as pets.

Only Antonio Russo would be stupid enough to get in bed with those monsters.

The war with my father’s faction of the Mafia had been extremely deadly. Antonio had ended up full of holes and I had ended up with an injury that had put me into a two month long coma followed by intensive bed rest and then some work to regain control of the Mafia.

All of this, only to be ready to welcome Amanda as my queen just to find out that she was getting married.

The men I had appointed to watch her had not deemed it appropriate to narrate that piece of information as it had seemed irrelevant.

They had both gotten their knees broken for their carelessness. It had driven home the point to my men that there was one thing I didn’t joke around with and that thing was Amanda Wilde.

I had been a hairsbreadth away from coming in gun blazing at her wedding and wrecking the whole thing up, a bullet to Frederick Blooming’s head would have made me feel a lot better. But, it’d have also not won me any favors with Amanda, so that was that.

Her mouth was hard and resisting against mine at first, but my little tigress stood no chance. Even after all these years, I knew that I still knew her body like the back of my palm. I tightened my hold on her hip, almost bruising. She moaned and went pliant for me.

Bingo.

I licked into her mouth like a man crazed and she gave as good as she got, meeting each lash of my tongue with hers, fighting me for control of the kiss. Making my blood boil in my veins.

When I finally pulled away, her grey eyes were glassed over with desire, mouth red and swollen and slick.

“For someone who claims I’m a mad man, that was a lot of participation.”

The lust fled at once, replaced by anger, shame and disgust. “you’re a pig and when I get out of here, you’ll be spending your whole life behind bars.”

“If you’re there with me, then it’s a perfect life.”

She blinked up at me, gaze wide and curious. Her eyes were one of her best features. Steel grey, almond shaped eyes with miles and miles of thick, sooty lashes. The eyes of a siren. It didn’t matter how she looked at you, her eyes turned every look into a sensual promise, coy and inviting.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. “Come, there’s breakfast downstairs.”

Her eyes turned calculative, I almost smiled. What was she scheming now?

“Where are we?” she asked.

“On one of my properties.” I said evasively.

She gave me a suspicious look before making her way to the window and looking out. The light framed her perfectly, making her look like some kind of ethereal being.

She whirled around. “Where the f**k are we? There are trees for miles on every side. Oh my God, are we in some jungle?”

“We are on my private island in Italy.”

There was a blank look on her face for one second. “what do you mean in Italy? No. I heard wrong. I didn’t just hear that you took me to another country, no, another continent.” She screeched.

“Beats the pathetic resort Frederick was planning to take you to for your honeymoon.”

She let out an unamused laugh. “why do you keep trying to compete with Freddie? He doesn’t even know you exist.”

“Because he touched what doesn’t belong to him. You know what I do to such men?” I asked her. “I take their hands.”

“I’m not anyone’s property.” She snapped. “I belong to myself, you f*****g Neanderthal. And what do you even mean you take their hands?”

I smiled. “I mean exactly what I said. Breakfast?”

Her face blanched. “Do you honestly expect me to have an appetite with the thought of you decapitating my fiancé in my head.”

I stilled. “He’s not your fiancé. He never was.” And I was frankly very sick and tired of her throwing out that word continually. Amanda was mine. Not that bumbling child’s. That man wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like Amanda Wilde.

He wouldn’t know how to touch her, how to make her body surrender to his hands. How to wind her up till she was a mess of desperate pleas and cries. How to make her into putty in his hands. For f**k’s sake the wedding hall had been decorated with roses. She hated roses. And that wedding dress, it hadn’t been her at all. I had stripped it of her first chance I had gotten and tossed it into the fire.

“I love him, you can’t do this!” she cried out.

“Forget about him, because you’ll never see him again.”

“You think keeping me here will make me love you? I will never love you.” She stated. “you can kiss me and seduce me and make my body surrender to you, but my heart will never be yours. I could never love a man who takes by force. What you’ve done is take away my power of choice, you’ve essentially crippled my free will. I’ll never truly belong to you and you know it. It doesn’t matter how many times you kiss me,you would never be able to erase Freddie from my mind.”

I was wrong to have not killed that bastard. It was a mistake I was going to have to correct. “okay.”

“o-okay?” she stammered. “That’s all.”

“I can live with you carrying a torch for a dead man in your mind.” I was a liar. I didn’t want her to even remember his name.

“A dead man?”

“Yes.” I replied. “I’m going to kill him.”