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“She went crazy. Fabricio tried to put the hood on her again to take her to the car and she lost her shit. Bit one of my men, kicked me in the fucking stomach and tried to reach for my gun. So Isabelle sedated her.”
Isabelle fluttered her eyelashes at me with a look of triumph. I growled from deep in my chest.
“Oh, keep your pants on, Alessio. She is just having a little nap. She is a dramatic bitch.”
“It takes one to know one,” I hissed, storming forward to my knees and untying her legs and hands.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you. She will attack you the minute she wakes,” Lorenzo warned.
“I am counting on it,” I smirked, my arousal growing just at the thought. I picked her up, her head rolling into my pecs as her black hair cascaded past my forearms. A strange feeling settled in my chest as I stood up, refusing to look down at her in my arms. An alien feeling that was not welcome.
“I’ve sent the bodyguard back to Giovanni with a message. You have 24 hours, Leone. I want to know what your first move will be. And you will run everything past me before you do anything, you hear me?” I commanded, giving him my most ruthless expression I only saved for very special occasions. He gulped and nodded his head. He put a possessive arm around Isabelle, who was now glaring at Elenora in my arms with so much seething jealousy, I almost laughed.
Two of my men stepped forward and offered to take Elenora from me, but I didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, I made my way through the house and to my Sprinter, Fabi and my soldiers trailing behind. I climbed into the back seat and placed her down next to me, still refusing to look at her. Something in me told me to avoid it. Because once I started staring, I wasn’t sure I would stop. And fuck that shit, if my men were going to see that.
When we finally made it to the airport and parked up against my private jet, I once again carried her myself, not allowing another man’s hands on her body and placed her on the longer, leather cream sofa of my luxury plane. I sat back on a matching cream armchair opposite her and rubbed the back of my neck in exhaustion. Gazing out the window, I tried to preoccupy my mind by watching the landscape as we took off for the short flight back to my home city. But she was right there, in my peripheral vision… taunting me.
“Where are you going to keep her?” Fabi broke my concentration and I turned my attention to him instead. He was relaxing back into a seat in the row behind, one ankle over his knee as he balanced his laptop on his leg.
“What?”
“Where is she going to stay? I will make sure it is sorted out before we land,” he explained.
I rubbed my chin as I thought about my options. The sensible thing would be to keep her as far away from me as possible. To keep her under high security in one of my secondary homes that hardly anyone knew about. But I knew not being able to keep an eye on her myself would drive me insane.
“Set her up in a guest room in my private quarters at the vineyard,” I said curtly. Fabi raised his eyebrows but had enough sensibility to keep his mouth shut. “I need to be able to keep an eye on her. She will try and run. I know it.” I felt it necessary to explain myself for some reason.
“Then don’t you think it would be better to keep her in one of the cells? We can make it nice. Homey,” Fabi smirked. He was testing me, I could tell. Trying to see how much this girl had a hold on me. He had seen how into Flora I was and he hadn’t cared. But now we both knew exactly who Flora was, things were different.
“We could. You’re right. Except she is a mafia princess. A Buccini but still a princess, nonetheless. If we want Giovanni to do as we say, we have to prove that she is being well cared for,” I said calmly, keeping my voice level and void of any emotion. His brown eyes studied me and I held them without blinking.
“No doubt she will be very, very well cared for,” he fought his smile and I rolled my eyes.
“Hey, if she wants to suck my cock during her stay, who am I to object?” I chuckled, falling back into the normal way we bantered. He relaxed, laughing as he threw his head back against the seat.
“There he is. Always thinking with his dick.”
“You know me,” I winked and he closed his laptop, standing up now that we were soaring through the white clouds, miles into the sky. “I’m going to take these emails in the bedroom if that’s alright, Boss.”
“Liar. You’re going to watch porn.”
“You’ve got me. Not all of us are lucky enough to have a hot mafia princess to get our dicks wet,” he chuckled, walking away from me. The air hostess placed my brand of ageing whiskey in a crystal tumbler next to my seat. I picked it up and made the mistake of looking directly in front of me at the woman sleeping peacefully.
I stared, feeling like a perverted psycho watching her sleep, taking notice of the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed gently. Those lips were like a sin directly from hell sent to tempt me. Full, parted and deliciously sweet. A memory of kissing her eleven years ago entered my mind. I wondered if she would still taste the same. Like sunshine and parma violets, a taste that I longed for every day since. Her thick, dark eye lashes were curved over her cheeks and her skin looked so smooth and delicate like the petals of a rose. She was all femininity and elegance. But I knew better. Looks were deceiving. She was made of fire and spice. And all things fucking nice. She showed more spirit in her little finger than anyone I had met in the last ten years and fuck; it was like an aphrodisiac to my tainted soul.
I had to gain some control around this woman. I couldn’t afford to let her get close to me. But I also knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away. Not when I had her this close. Close enough to touch. It was torture. A delicious, thrill-igniting torture. But I couldn’t get attached. I had every intention of handing her back to her family alive and well once she had served her purpose. But maybe… there would be no harm in having a little fun while I had her.
She stirred in her sleep; a small murmur fell from her lips and my cock jolted instinctively. She was going to fight this. I knew that much. I smothered a cheeky grin. She would try to escape, maybe even try to fight me, but she wouldn’t stand a chance. I would be ready and I couldn’t fucking wait.
Home Sweet Home
Ocean blue eyes surrounded me. I was drowning in them. The light waves lapped over me again and again as I fought for a breath. Struggling to open my eyes, my brain felt as though it was fighting its way through a sea of turquoise that threatened to sink me down to the depths. Where was I? Why couldn’t I wake up? The low, soothing vibrations beneath me slowly dragged me back to the surface and gave me the awareness I needed to know something wasn’t right. My body felt like it had been filled with lead, too heavy to move any of my limbs.
Before I could open my eyes, it all came flooding back to me. The shooting. The kidnapping. Alessio. Finn. That bitch sticking a needle in my neck. Forcing my eyelids to open, I groaned loudly as I tried to move my arm to my head.
“Ah, she’s awake,” that deep, velvet voice that still sent pleasurable shivers down my spine was like having a bucket of ice-cold water poured over my head. In fact, I think I would have preferred that wake-up call. His voice was so close. Too close. I turned my head and there he was. My living nightmare.
Sitting leisurely in an expensive-looking, cream armchair directly in front of me, with his muscular legs spread wide was the finest specimen of a man I had ever seen. With a tumbler in one hand, resting on the arm of the chair, a slow, seductive smile tugged at his full lips and I narrowed my eyes. Why? Why did he have to be so damn hot? The moment that hood had been whipped off my head and I locked eyes with him, I felt it all come flooding back. Memories. Lust. Arousal. Attraction. Sexual tension. So much sexual tension.
