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NIKO
I'm fucking brilliant. Tiberius thinks he's insulting me by calling meGiovane Re, Boy King. But it's a compliment. I'm already feared and revered as the youngest Don, and that reputation is going to grow when it comes out that the Leone Family took down both the Fiori and the Abate Families in one fell swoop.
The plan worked perfectly. My men had been uncertain, fearing my need for revenge blinded me to the dangers of this mission. But when I’d read that Fiori was marrying off his daughter to Romeo Abate, I knew this was the moment I’d been waiting for. The two men responsible for my mother and brother’s deaths, and possibly my father’s with the help of my cousin years before, were going to be at the same place at the same time. Perfect.
When we’d arrived at the church, a distraction was all we needed to divert Fiori and Abate’s men outside. I was shocked at how few men there are inside the main part of the church. It proves I’m smarter than Fiori and Abate.
I strode up the aisle, ready to take both men out and anyone else who tried to get in my way. I relished the way the menscattered, along with Tiberius's asshole son, Romeo, hiding on the altar. But neither God nor Jesus nor Mother Mary could save them.
The wedding had been small, and all of the wedding party had scattered to other areas of the room. They cowered too, knowing they were all still at the mercy of me and my men. Power like this is beyond any feeling I’ve ever felt. It fills the empty part of me, if only for a moment.
I hadn’t noticed the woman in a protective ball on the ground at the base of the altar until I was nearly on top of her. Romeo Abate’s bride. Fiori's daughter. Revenge coursed through my blood, and I reveled in the thought that they would watch me kill the innocent woman. Just like they'd killed my mother and my older brother.
The priest hinted that killing her would make me the same sort of man who had killed my family. That didn't bother me. My thirst for vengeance was greater than any concern for what somebody thought about me.
What had me changing my mind was the added humiliation I would bring on Fiori and Abate before they met their end. They would walk out of this church today, and everyone would know that Niko Leone had bested both of their Families and walked off with their prize.
Now, I have said prize tossed over my shoulder as I stride toward the exit of the church.
"What are your orders, Boss?" Donovan took my position holding the two Dons hostage on the altar.
"The women and children won't be touched. Fiori and Abate walk out of here looking like the losers they are. But if anyone tries to come after me or any of you, take them out. Meet me at the regular spot.”
I'm on top of the fucking world. Tiberius Abate is an idiot if he continues to try and infringe on my business. Not that Idon't think he won't try to retaliate. Of course, he will. I've just humiliated him. But he's no match for me.
It's been awhile since I have felt this strong, this invincible. The woman over my shoulder must feel it too because she's quiet, making no attempt to escape. She's not even begging me to let her go. Then again, perhaps she's happy not to be marrying that fucker, Romeo Abate.
To be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do with her. The biggest revenge would be to take her, ruin her. But my interest in sex disappeared as quickly as it rose two months ago at the club. Even now, I'm confused about what it was about that woman that had me spending a fortune for a single fuck. Not that it hadn't been worth it, because it had been spectacular. For a few days afterward, I woke in the middle of the night with a hard-on so fierce, I had to take matters into my own hand, conjuring up the memory of the woman in my mind as I jerked off until my cum splattered over my chest.
Afterward, the feelings I'd had that night also turned up. Feelings of protection and damn near compassion for the woman. That isn’t me. I don’t care about people except for my men and my sister. Nothing in my life gets the better of me. I’m the very definition of control in all areas. My anger. My passions. I’m not a man led around by his dick. And now, two months later, after being blindsided by my virgin beauty, I’m back in total and absolute control. I've just taken on and beaten the Fiori and the Abate Families. Life is fucking awesome.
In the vestibule, I make a right-hand turn, heading toward a side exit where my car is waiting. I know Catholic churches because until my mother died, we’d gone to services regularly. She was the epitome of devoutness. I remember the day I understood the line of work my father was in, acapofor his Don uncle’s family, and wondered how she reconciled that.
“There’s more war than love in the Bible. But the love is stronger,” she’d said. My parents were different among the other made members of the family. My mother was traditional in her love and support, but she had a genuine caring that other mothers around me didn’t have. She spent a great deal of time supporting children and animal charities. I’m a heartless man, but to this day, I send her favorite charities money.
My father was strong, second in command of the family should something happen to my uncle. But his love for his wife and children made those around him feel he was weak. His murder was never solved, but I was certain my cousin was involved. He wanted to take over from his father, my uncle. He was also known to be indebted to establishments owned by the Fiori and Abate Families, which in my mind made him vulnerable. My uncle wasn’t gone a week before I killed my cousin and took over the Family. It was another week of challenges from my uncle and cousin’s men. Those who survived now served me.
I step outside, first glancing to make sure everything is as it should be. My driver is waiting and straightens when he sees me coming out of the building.
"Pop the trunk," I order him.
The trunk opens, and I trot down the steps to the back of the car. "You've been well-behaved up to this point. You continue to do that. Everything's going to be alright,” I tell the woman over my shoulder. “Right now, you're about to take a ride in the trunk. Continue to behave."
"Not the trunk, please. I'm not going to try anything."
Something about her voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. But I don't have time to figure out why. Nor do I have time to argue with this woman.
I lift the trunk lid and hoist her off my shoulder into the trunk. The billowy white dress covers her head, exposing hershapely legs. Again, my neck tingles. Her arms flail around, pulling the skirt of her dress down off her face. She starts to talk, but then her mouth snaps shut while her eyes round. It's only then that I realize I've just kidnapped that sweet little virgin from the club.
For a moment, I consider taking her out of the trunk, but I chastise myself. Stick to the plan. I’ve broken that rule already by letting Fiori and Abate live and taking the woman. I’m arrogant, but I can’t get cocky. Not now.
I slam the trunk lid shut and get into the back of the car. Once we’re out on the main street, I look like any rich businessman being driven by his chauffeur.
“Was there trouble?” the driver, Little Tony, asks.
“No. Went like clockwork. Those fuckers probably pissed themselves.”
Little Tony laughs. “They deserve it.” He glances at me through the rearview mirror. “I don’t remember the woman.”
