Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I pull on a dress shirt and fasten the buttons, my eyes roaming over her naked body. “Baby, I really have to take care of work, and you standing there looking sexy as fuck isn’t helping.”
She walks closer to me, and wrapping her arms around my neck, she scrunches her nose. “Who needs money? We can survive on love and orgasms.”
The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. “I like the sound of that, but you need rest.” I press a kiss to her mouth. “Get your fuckable ass in the tub.”
She steals another kiss before I watch her sexy ass as she heads to the bathroom.
I pull on a vest, and after buttoning it, I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt. When I’ve put on my shoes, I walk into the bathroom and grab my gun from the counter.
“I won’t be long. There are guards downstairs. If you need something, just text me, and I’ll have Milo leave it outside the door for you.”
Samantha tilts her head, her eyes filled with love as she stares at me. “Thank you for understanding me so well. Once I’ve gotten to know your guards, I think I’ll be fine with them around me.”
I move closer and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. My eyes lower to the aggressive bruises covering her skin.
“You’re safe with Milo and Marcello. They will never hurt you.”
She nods. “I’ll try to get to know them.”
“I’d appreciate it.” I press a kiss to her forehead, then turn around and leave the room.
Chapter 37
Franco
Taking the stairs down to the foyer, I head into the living room, where I find Milo playing a game on his phone.
“Samantha is in the main bedroom. No one but you can go up to the third floor,” I order.
“Got it.”
“If she needs something, she’ll message me, and I’ll let you know. Just leave it outside the bedroom door and knock so she knows it’s there.”
Milo nods, then asks, “Are you going to deal with the doctor?”
“Yes. Marcello will be with me.”
He gets up and goes to sit on a different couch that gives him a view of the stairs.
I leave the living room through the sliding doors, and finding Marcello sitting on a chair out on the veranda, I say, “Let’s go.”
He darts up and falls in beside me as we head toward the guesthouse. As soon as I walk inside, my men straighten up.
Taking the steps down to the bulletproof door, I place my hand over the biometric scanner. The heavy door unlocks, and Marcello pushes it open.
Stepping into my armory, I stalk past the cabinets holding all my weapons and into the room I reserve for torturing whoever dares cross me.
Santo glances up, and seeing me, he climbs to his feet from where he was sitting while guarding the fucker.
My eyes lock on Todd, where my men strung him up in chains hanging from the roof.
I take in the fucker, from his gray hair to the loafers on his feet.
The rage I suppressed so I could focus on Samantha fills every corner of me until it’s all I feel.
I’m glad to see he’s conscious. I’d hate to have to wait for him to wake up.
“What do you want?” the fucker asks.
His gaze darts between Marcello and me before it lands on the gun in my hand.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to shoot you,” I mutter, then I hand the gun to Marcello.
“Santo, strip him down to his underwear,” I order.
“Why am I here? Who are you?” he makes more demands.
I walk to the seat Santo vacated and sit down. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly.
My tone is low and deadly as I say, “I’m Franco Vitale.”
Todd struggles against the restraints as Santo undresses him.
His eyes keep darting between Marcello, Santo, and me, then he mutters, “I don’t know who you are.”
I let out a sigh, then say, “Yeah, but I bet you’ve heard of the Cosa Nostra.”
Slowly, the color drains from his face. “I only know what I’ve seen on the news. I’ve never been involved with them.”
“I know.” I cross my legs, resting my ankle on my knee. “I’m one of the five heads of the Cosa Nostra.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”
As Santo steps away from Todd, my eyes lock on the name carved on his side.
Sam.
“Marcello, bring me a knife,” I order, my tone grim. My eyes flick to Todd’s worried ones. “Samantha started working for me over a year ago. She’s so fucking good at her job, I promoted her to my personal assistant within eight months.”
Todd begins to realize why he’s here. Honestly, he should’ve known it involved Samantha, considering where we found him.
When he opens his mouth, I hold up a finger. “I’m still talking.”
Marcello returns to the room and holds two knives on display for me. “Which one do you prefer, boss?”