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The man steps forward and runs his knuckles over my cheek, where I’m sure a bruise is forming from the punch I took earlier. “I’d love to break her, boss. We could put the whole thing on the web and take bets on how long she lasts.”
“Not a bad idea,” Juan’s voice is filled with amusement.
I fight the bile which wants to rise up in my throat. I need to find that place in my head where I can go, where I can hide, to ride out whatever the hell is going to happen here until my brothers can come for me.
I have no doubt they will come, but it’s possible it’ll be too late by then.
As much as I hate it, my mind strays to the night I spent with the triplets at Club Sin. It shouldn’t be a safe place in my mind, in my memories, but it is.
I let my mind wander over the possibility of what the future might hold if I weren’t here and if Mateo hadn’t said everything that he did days ago. Was it only days ago? It feels like so much longer. Being trapped here and surrounded by men who are scum isn’t helping matters.
What would it be like to have a family with the triplets? I bet they’d make great fathers, even Mateo. He would learn to chill out a little and relax. He can be the big man he needs to be when running his business, but he needs a place he feels safe. His home should be a place where he can let his walls down.
Maybe I was never the right woman for them, but my heart tells me I am. Even now. Even after Mateo hurt me.
I can almost feel the way Marco touched me, like fire on my skin. I can almost smell the subtle woodsy scent of Massimo and the way his eyes softened when he looked at me. Even the way Mateo watched me the first night made me feel safe and cherished.
I don’t think I’ll find something like it again, but I’m trying to keep a little bit of hope alive.
Will I really be broken when I’m rescued? Will my brothers be too late?
I push those thoughts aside and focus on the triplets—so unique even in their similarities.
I sigh because I swear that I can almost hear their voices whispering, “Il nostro cuore.”
A stinging sensation on my cheek has me opening my eyes and the first thing I see is Juan Martinez standing over me. “You don’t get to find solace in your mind,puta,” he snarls.
I smirk and wonder how long he’d been trying to get my attention.
Yeah, he’s not going to break me. Not yet at least.
Still, I can hope my brothers reach me soon. I need to get the fuck out of here and Martinez needs to be put in the ground.
I wish the triplets would be the ones to come for me, but it won’t happen.
Maybe in the next lifetime.
CHAPTER 15
MATEO
The energy is buzzing in the large SUV we’re riding in. My brothers and I are taking up the middle seat and I fight the need to smirk because the lesser Guidice brothers are all in the third row. They’d probably want to kick my ass for calling them the lesser brothers, but right now I don’t have it in me to care.
We’ve gone over the plan while the layout for the warehouse where Viola is being held was passed around on a tablet. We’ve all checked our weapons and I’m itching to get there so I can take out as many of Martinez’s men as possible and get the girl.
“They might be using the automatic assault rifles I sold them,” I hate the words as I say them, but everyone needs to know what we might be going up against.
“We’ll have surprise on our side. They think we have no idea where Viola is,” Dante reminds us from the front seat as Tony drives us closer to our destination.
Marco leans forward slightly and asks the question which has been burning in my mind, “How do you know where she is?”
Dante glances back and gives a devilish curl of his lips. “Trackers in her jewelry.”
Marco sits back and blows out a breath. “Does she know about the trackers?”
Leonardo scoffs from the third row, “Of course she knows. She’d hand us our asses if we had trackers on her she didn’t know about. She only agreed to it because they aren’t on all the time or monitored.”
“Maybe we should have been monitoring them more often,” Dante grumbles from the front seat. He looks back at me and my brothers. “Where did you meet Viola?”
