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“Are you going to behave?” he demanded.
“I will, I swear.”
“Give it to me.”
Letting out a wail, she surrendered to the sparkling sensations, but he didn’t stop, milking wave after shimmering wave until they finally waned, leaving her breathless and her limbs tingling. Though she was floating, she felt him lift her onto the bed and hold her in his amazing arms, then she passed away into nothingness.
* * *
With Bianca’s body limp and her breathing deep and even, Nick slipped softly from the bed and moved quickly into the bathroom. Pulling off his boxers, he gripped his raging erection, leaned back against the wall, and picturing the beautiful girl on her hands and knees as he thrust his cock into her warm, wet channel, he stroked himself into a satisfying release. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he cleaned himself up and returned to the bed. The clock on the bedside table glowed 3:32 a.m.
Feeling the fatigue from the long, dramatic day, he climbed between the sheets and stared up at the ceiling. It was a habit. His eyes would soon grow heavy, he’d fall asleep, and wake up in the morning with answers to any questions that might be plaguing him.
Matteus Anderson.
The image of the beefy, obtuse detective came to mind.
Most cops were hard-working, dedicated officers who truly cared about their fellow citizens. Nick had crossed paths with only a smattering of those who had given into the temptation of a hefty bribe or buckled under coercion. Matteus Anderson could be added to that list. He had crossed over to the dark side, and it wouldn’t take long for Nick to uncover the man’s background.
Shifting his thoughts to Lorenzo Albertini, Nick recalled the photographs he’d seen on the internet the day before. The infamous Mafia don was always dressed in hand-tailored suits and designer clothes. Though he epitomized a successful businessman, his wealth came from crime. He’d been married to the same woman for over thirty years, a black-haired beauty named Ariana. She reminded Nick of Sophia Loren, the famous Italian actress from the sixties. Ariana had blessed her husband with two children, Alfredo and Bianca. His son was immersed in the family business, and had become as famous as his father, but Bianca had kept a low profile.
Swept up by a heavy yawn, Nick closed his eyes.
Nick’s client list boasted the celebrated and wealthy. Their problems were many, ranging from the absurdly trivial to deadly serious. Nick handled them all with the same shrewd aplomb. Cindy Wright, his multi-talented, brilliant assistant, had nicknamed him Donovan, after the famous television character Ray Donovan, but Nick had made it a point to steer clear of the underworld. Now fate had seen fit to throw him smack dab in the middle of it. His life had been turned upside-down in a way he could never have predicted.
* * *
Standing in an ominous cave, a cold chill shuddering through his body, Matteus took a tentative step forward. He knew it led nowhere, and he desperately wanted to turn around and head back outside into the sunshine and warmth, but a winged monster with sharp teeth and deadly talons guarded the entrance. A great roar echoed through the cavern. He had to continue deeper into the fearsome dark depths. Finding a safe haven from the vicious beast was imperative…
“Matt… Matt…”
The voice was frantic, and though he recognized who it was, he hesitated, worried it was a trap set by the monster.
“Matt, for fuck’s sake, it’s me, Tony, wake up.”
His heart racing and drenched in sweat, Matt woke up with a jolt. Staring down at him was the worried face of Tony Balboa. Tony worked off and on for Albertini, and the two of them had been hired by persons unknown to kidnap Bianca.
“Matt, what the fuck happened?”
But still unnerved from the terrifying dream, Matt could only lift his head and stare around the opulent, sleek living room.
“Matt, tell me,” Tony demanded. “What’s going on?”
“Water, I need water,” Matt croaked, his throat so raw he was sure he’d die if he didn’t have a drink.
As Tony hurried away, Matt tried to gather his thoughts. The last thing he remembered was his wine tasting odd.
Suddenly it all came rushing back to him.
He’d been sitting at the kitchen table across from Bianca drinking a glass of Cabernet and eating a plate of canned spaghetti. It was only after he’d finished his meal and downed the last gulp of wine he’d noticed a powdery residue at the bottom. He’d been giving her a sleeping pill called Zolpidem, and with a start, he’d realized she must have collected them and dropped them into his drink. Screaming curses at her as he’d dragged her up to her room, he’d cuffed her to the bed, added a blindfold and gag for good measure, then hastily called his partner in crime.
“Here,” Tony said, handing him a bottle of water and breaking into his thoughts.
“Check her fucking room,” Matt grunted, grabbing it and downing several large gulps before rising unsteadily to his feet. “Bitch,” he growled as he started shakily toward the stairs.
He’d done his best to avoid hurting her. Though he and Tony had planned everything with care and precision, he knew Lorenzo would move heaven and earth to find them. Matt believed, should they suffer the great misfortune of being caught, as long as Bianca was returned unharmed, their deaths would be merciful.
“Matt, she’s gone!”
