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“Well, that is a relief to hear.”
His eyes darted down to Alessio, who was still sitting rigid in his chair, staring straight ahead at his father. He hadn’t once looked at me since I had entered the room.
“Has my son been treating you well, Elenora?”
“I wouldn’t exactly leave him a five-star review on TripAdvisor, but as far as my limited experience of getting kidnapped goes, he has been hospitable.”
Diego’s fragile shoulders shook as he laughed silently, his eyes twinkling.
“You are quite entertaining. I can see why my son wants to take you with him to Greece.” He tapped his hands against the desk as my face morphed into a look of confusion. “Apparently, he does not trust that you will not try and escape again if he leaves you here alone with his men.”
“He knows me well,” I answered. “But I will succeed. Eventually.”
His face flashed with amusement and then there was a knock at the door. Diego shouted for whoever it was to enter. When I turned my head to glance over my shoulder at the door opening, an icy shiver ran down my spine, the moment I saw his evil face. Dante.
“Ah Dante, you are early. I think you have already met Elenora, though I heard it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting,” Diego announced and my body froze. Alessio spun around in his chair with an aggressive expression on his face as the man walked into the room, purposefully brushing my shoulder as he did.
“Hello again,” his voice was sly and sadistic, sending a flashback of it in my ear and I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat. I tried to avoid looking at his face and kept my attention directed on Diego who was staring between us all with interest.
“What is he doing here?” Alessio growled.
“I sent Dante to collect the shipment that Giovanni owed us. Did he come through?” Diego asked.
“Yes. It was all there and this,” he placed a large box on Diego’s desk that I hadn’t even noticed he was carrying and stepped back, looking me up and down with those soulless navy eyes. He licked his lips and my body trembled. I focused on the box in front as Diego nodded to the man standing by his desk, which I guessed was his consigliere, Elio. There was a striking resemblance between him and Dante and I wondered if they were related. The man lifted the lid and delved his hand inside. What he pulled out next had me screaming and stumbling backwards into Fabi’s chest.
It was a head. A severed head of a man. His eyes were still open, glancing back at me with lifeless horror, his mouth hanging open. I turned my face away into Fabi’s chest because I couldn’t look at it any more without wanting to vomit.
“Looks like the video worked. Giovanni came to his senses and delivered Sergio’s head like you asked Alessio,” Diego laughed.
What… Giovanni did this? Alessio asked him to? What the fuck was going on?
“Damn, does that mean I don’t get to have another go on the Buccini whore?” Dante sniggered, and my head whipped around just as Alessio rose from his chair, his fists clenched. I stared between them with wide eyes as the realisation hit me that they had sent that video to my brother.
“Dante, Dante. Show some respect. We have a lady in our presence. I apologise for my nephew, Elenora,” Diego faked his disapproval.
“I don’t see a lady,” Dante chuckled, folding his arms across his chest, glaring at me with pure hatred.
“Are we done?” Alessio directed his curt question to his papi.
“For now. I will be in touch with more details about Galiz. You can take her with you,” Diego waved his hand dismissively at us and Alessio turned, locking eyes with me. He grabbed my upper arm to march me out, but I shook him off violently.
“Get your hands off me!” I spat, and his blue eyes widened in alarm as Diego chuckled with amusement.
“Have fun with that one, son.”
I spun in my boots, storming out of the room and through the corridor until I reached the cars outside. I was shaking with a mix of trauma after being face-to-face with Dante again and from what I had just witnessed, but also anger. Red hot anger that Alessio had sent that video to my brother. I grabbed the hand of the SUV door, trying to open it to get out of here, but it was still locked. I growled in frustration as I heard the footsteps of the men behind me.
“You must not be fucking her right, cousin! She still has far too much spirit. It would only take one go on my dick and she would know her place,” Dante’s voice mocked from behind us, and I turned just in time to see the terrifying shift in Alessio’s eyes. The raw, animalistic rage that took over his body as I screamed ‘No’. But he launched himself at Dante, smashing his fists into his face.
But this time, Dante had come prepared. In seconds, they were in a fierce fist fight before Dante pulled out a knife. I screamed as Fabi grabbed me and held me back from running over. Dante attempted to stab Alessio in the side. He dodged it and grabbed his wrist, twisting and slamming Dante’s arm over his thigh repeatedly until the blade fell from his hand. Huge, muscular soldiers came racing over and pulled the men apart, Dante laughing sadistically as he spat blood on the ground.
Alessio shook his men off him and stormed back over to the car.
“Get in,” he ordered me as he yanked open the back door. "Your days are fucking numbered, Dante!"
“Until next time, cousin!” Dante shouted back, as Alessio slammed the door shut. I reached up to touch the cut across his cheek bone that was trickling with blood as the car made its way out of the estate, but he shrugged me off, his jaw clenching.
I moved away from him and stared out the window, feeling my anger at him returning tenfold. I had been so consumed with worry when I saw that knife, all I had cared about was him not being killed, but now I knew he was fine, I was livid.
