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It was truly comical that he wanted to act possessive now. But had it just been recently? I wasn’t so sure, but it didn’t matter. I needed to keep my wits about me and figure out my escape. I’d been in far more precarious situations in the past. While training, no one had known the protection I actually had and there was the one time I’d been able to fight off an attacker in a dark alley. If I could hold my own against a knife-wielding lunatic, then surely a physician with his medical bag of doom couldn’t be too hard to outwit.
After all, I had also taken down Stefano and was well on my way to killing him before Nazario showed up and ruined everything. He was always showing up where he wasn’t wanted or welcomed. I remembered the dark alley back in the States, the wine cellar on the property, the mausoleum, and earlier tonight, the kitchen where I had been when I cut myself. Everything from that moment spiraled out of control, and after a few hard-fought orgasms, I was in a fucking cage while he slept in one of our warm beds.
I would not only get this doctor, but I would one day get the very man who owned my heart. His demise would shatter whatever was left of mine, but I had lived with a broken one all this time so it would be nothing new. Payback would soon be mine. I smiled at that, and started to feel a marginal amount better. If I ever hoped to last long enough to see this plan to fruition, I needed to stay alert and focused. I also needed to be smart, and decided there was no need to freeze to death. I supposed this place had its effectiveness. Besides being a dark, dank hole, it was quite eerie.
“I’ll pay you back if it’s the last thing I do,” I swore vehemently.
For all I knew, he had this fucking place bugged, and if so, I honestly didn’t give a damn. Knowing I had been brought to, and left in a place like this by Nazario had me imagining ripping his balls off and feeding them to him. I snatched up the blanket and both pillows before moving over to the mattress. There were clean sheets on it, and expensive ones like I was accustomed to most recently. It was a far cry from what I had for a while in Sicily. I’d been denied creature comforts as part of my training, and it was to make sure I could survive any situation I might find myself in. Did the Catalanos know the Vaccaros had an underground cell like this? I supposed it was no different than the one they used to bring me to during mock interrogations. I’d make do with this place, and in the morning, I would be ready to go on the defensive. It wasn’t like this was the worst place I’d ever been in. Besides, I suspected the other prisoners didn’t get the same luxuries, but then again, they were not sleeping with the enemy either like I was.
Enemy was a bit harsh of a term for someone to use on the man they loved. Despite everything he’d said and done to me up until this point, I was still head over heels for the asshole.
Nazario was even more infuriating than his father. With Stefano, it’d been easier to deal with. The very night I met him, it’d been at a club much like his own. It’d been in Milan. I knew he visited the city often, and as such, I made sure our first few encounters had been there. The first night, I had made sure to sit down beside him at the bar. I pretended to bump his arm that evening when putting my glass back on the bar. I could still remember it all so clearly. My adrenaline was in overdrive as I’d stared into the eyes of the devil, and smiled at him. I apologized profusely, then made myself scarce.
The next time, I had bumped into him on the dance floor, and he bought those as innocent occurrences. When he’d had his hands on me, I honestly wanted to vomit on his designer shoes, but I knew what I was there for. I grinded against him, and moaned so prettily as he groped me. After a dance or two, I’d made myself scarce. He’d then started to dance with someone else and it was the night I made up my mind to get this over and done with. Two weeks later, I was at the bar when his shadow fell over mine.
“We really need to stop meeting like this,”he’d drawled, and I’d shivered. Although it had been in revulsion, he thought it was from arousal, and took that as a sign to sit down beside me.
He bought me a drink, then introduced himself to me. We exchanged names, and I could clearly remember him asking me if I was a model. I supposed it wasn’t too far fetched to think that seeing as we were in the fashion capital of the world.“No,”I’d answered, and when I’d excused myself a few minutes later to go to the powder room, I’d looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the woman staring back at me. The old me would’ve never worn something in leather, and so low cut in the front. I also wouldn’t have been caught dead in a skirt that rose so high up my thighs that he didn’t even have to do more than place his hand there during conversation to touch me.
“Of course, if I was the old me, I would be in a hospital, healing others instead of plotting to kill you,”I had said, then touched up my makeup before returning to the bar.
We’d had drinks and talked about some of everything. I’d told him I used to vacation in Napoli where he said he lived, and that had made him happy. He’d gone from asking me questions about myself to describing all the places I likely had never been. They were places he wanted to take me. I’d had my chance and I took it. A week later, I arrived back in my hometown, but I kept away from my old neighborhood and joined him at a hotel near the harbor.
The water was so close to our windows and when he fucked me that first night, I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of it lapping against the rocks. He’d taken me gently the first two times that night, but by the third, he wrapped his hand around my throat and as he throbbed inside of me, I moaned in approval. I’d pleased him greatly, and knowing Donna likely had been in the same predicament but had acted differently, I reminded myself why I was there. He’d later held me in his arms and talked about the things he liked during sex. Needing to get closer to him, I’d asked him to show me what he needed me to be. That was done in the following weeks. Some nights, I’d barely been able to stagger to my car due to the welts, cuts, and sheer pain he’d put me through. I’d persevered then, as I had always done before, and as long as I pictured his demise, I could get off. I was everything he was looking for in a mistress, and when he asked me to move in with him, I had agreed instantly. I hadn’t even thought about his son, even though I knew he had one and they worked together. Nazario could’ve blow my cover, but I doubted he would or else he’d have my death on his hands, too.
“I should’ve taken you both out when I had the chance,” I muttered.
If I had, I would’ve missed the many nights since when he brought my body to such heights of pleasure, I wasn’t sure my feet would ever touch the ground again. Nazario was all hard muscle, his body resembling that of a Greek god, and his eyes. I let out a sigh. They were truly the window to his soul, and I was now kicking myself for not noticing how hollow and empty they were. I guessed, I had focused more on the burning passion I would see at other times, and lose myself in those flames. And then there was sex with him. He didn’t just fuck me. I literally would feel owned when in his arms as his sadistic dominance took charge. I’d enjoyed sex with the Catalanos, but none of those men had ever commanded my body the way he could, and so effortlessly at that. I’d shift so easily from wanting to smother him in his sleep to begging him for another orgasm like a junkie would a fix.
I tossed the pillows on the bed as I thought about the former. If he had stayed down here with me, I couldn’t say that I would be as easily swayed tonight. I’d very well hold it over his sexy face until that arrogant smirk disappeared and his last breath left his lungs. He’d choked me out earlier and that had been what allowed him to bring me to this place. If I had been conscious, I would’ve fought him tooth and nail. He likely would’ve taken me in the driveway, then stuffed me into his trunk to await his Doctor of Doom. Fuck that!
I finished getting settled in because I knew I would be here overnight alone. That doctor wouldn’t come until tomorrow at the earliest, so that part of my worries was safe for now. The other when it came to the Catalanos was a different story. As I brought the blanket up to my chin, I stared at the dark ceiling above me.
“Is he dead?”I almost hadn’t paid it much attention until he followed it up with a name I knew well.“Very good. Let me know when the other Catalano brothers are gone, too.”
I knew what he meant by gone, and the first tear dropped from my eye at the thought of one of them dying, especially at the hands of a Vaccaro once again. It was more than upsetting. It was regrettable as I was the one to have sought them out in Sicily and thus putting them back onto Nazario’s radar. When Stefano had pinned his wife’s murder on them, Angelo had been slain in the street on a trip to Catania. There’d been a reason they didn’t retaliate, and I wish I now would’ve pressed them as to what it was. Any truce between the families would now be done with, though. The men I knew and respected would not lose two brothers to mob violence and not retaliate.
“I need to get out of here,” I said, then scrambled upright in bed. I moved over to the bars and shook them a few times. Other than the rattling sound caused by my actions, I heard nothing.
There was no one down here. Not Nazario, or one of his soldiers. The Catalano and Vaccaro families were a lot alike, but I guess all mob organizations were. While the Catalanos had a reach outside of Palermo and other areas in Sicily, it was basically relegated to other Northern European cities and countries. The Vaccaros also had links to the States, and it was at one of the parties there when Donna had lost her life. They’d made the crime go away, but I knew better. So did her father. He made life very miserable for those here, and I knew he would continue until his dying day. He’d fought against her murderers more than me. I had climbed into bed with the one who’d committed the offense, and had dreams of providing an heir to the one who covered it all up.
I hadn’t even wanted a child, but knowing there was one inside of me, my feelings on that matter had changed. Nazario and I were to be married soon, so I thought he might be happier about the pregnancy, but he wasn’t. At first, he had been worried about it being Stefano’s child. I thought he would at least keep his word to me as far as waiting for tests to give us conclusive proof, but he’d turned back on that and I had no idea why.
“If the child is yours, then—”
“That’s exactly why I must get rid of it. The child will be born defective if it’s mine.”
“What?”
“There are things you don’t know about me, and I’m not in the mood to discuss them now. There’s a reason my mother was killed, and why my father hated and punished me. I won’t pass these defects down to a son or daughter, not even for you.”
I scrubbed my hand down my face, then began to pace around my small cell. “What the hell are you talking about, Naz?”
I wanted to find out, but I knew I wouldn’t get the chance. If I managed to escape this hellhole, I wouldn’t be able to return. Nazario would have another do his bidding. I had to leave. I needed to get my immediate freedom, then my permanent one by fleeing this city and never looking back.
NAZARIO
Marcu Catalano had been taken out via a car bomb, and now the rest of his family was in hiding. They were too arrogant to stay there for long, so I needed to make sure we were ready for them when they decided to strike back. This senseless war with them had been something I thought was squashed, but they had touched my Viviana and been the one to send her here. Now, she had not only attached herself to my father and nearly killed him before I finished the job, but she also had me on her hook. I didn’t kill her as I should have, and now, she was pregnant, and defiant to a fault when it came to getting rid of it.
