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“I did warn you, Princess.”
“Yeah well, now I truly know the extent of who you are!”
He sighed, still fighting his smugness and I wanted to punch him, kick him, just do anything to hurt him. “Princess, you have no idea the extent of who I am. So, I suggest you do as you’re told while you are under my roof.”
“Is that a threat?” I growled, trying to force down the fear to the deepest part of my soul. I wouldn’t let him ever believe he could scare me, even if I was close to shitting myself right now.
“Not a threat. A suggestion,” he replied darkly. He moved his gaze to the front of the car and looked through the window, shuffling in his seat again. “Here we are. Welcome to your new home.”
My eyes cast upon an intimidating stone wall built like a fortress and black iron gates at the end of a private road. Seriously scary-looking men were stationed just inside with huge rifles strapped across their chests. They opened the gates and nodded towards the cars as we passed them and made our way up a long, bumpy, dirt track. On both sides of the track were rows and rows of small trees and bushes all lined up with immaculate precision. Orange and lemon trees. Grapes vines. Was this a vineyard?
A huge rustic villa that could easily be mistaken for a castle, sat at the top of the hill and my eyes widened at the breathtaking beauty of it. It looked enchanted with its old stone walls and enormous dark wood doors in the centre. It had two winding staircases going up to a large balcony on the first floor and as the sun was now setting, it was lit up in a warm, orange glow from the lights on the walls that illuminated its glorious structure. It was grand but not in an intimidating way. It wasn’t ostentatious or over the top. It had rustic charm and effortless beauty. It was nothing like what I imagined Alessio Barbieri would own.
He climbed out of the car along with Fabi and the driver, but I stayed where I was. Now that the reality was sinking in that I had been fucking kidnapped by my family’s biggest rivals, the nerves were flooding through me like a tidal wave. Would he take me straight down to his torture chambers now? Should I mentally prepare myself for the horrendous ordeal I was about to experience? How? How do I even prepare for that?
Alessio opened my door and stared at me, his eyes commanding that I get out, but I just sat there, frozen to the leather seat.
“Is this where you kill me now? Or torture me?” I muttered so quietly; I was convinced he wouldn’t have heard me. When I looked up at his face, something flickered across his eyes and he frowned. He grabbed my bound wrists and pulled me out of the car and into his chest. My lips parted in arousal as his eyes narrowed and held my gaze for a few intimate moments. I had no idea what this man was thinking. What was going on inside that head of his. He was so good at concealing his thoughts and in that moment, it was all I wanted to know. His secrets.
Fabi coughed into his fist next to us, breaking whatever the hell that was between Alessio and I before Alessio released his grip on my back but not my hands. He stepped away from me, my body immediately missing his overwhelming warmth and strength. Dio, I needed to sort my head out. This man was my kidnapper. He isn’t someone I should be lusting after. I will not be a victim of bloody Stockholm syndrome! Cristo!
He tugged me towards the entrance of his home and passed the two guards either side of the door. They didn’t hide the interest in their eyes as they watched their Boss drag me behind him like a dog on a leash. As soon as we were inside, Alessio let go of my wrists and took his shoes and socks off, kicking them towards the sand-coloured stone wall. What a weird thing to do. Everyone wore shoes around our house. There was an expectation to always look presentable, especially with so many people around. Yet seeing him standing there in his suit trousers and barefooted, did something to my libido. Why did I find that so attractive? That he was so comfortable in his own home. And that’s when I noticed how quiet it was. There was no noise. No voices. I looked over my shoulder and saw two men, who had been in the convoy following our car, taking out some suitcases and speaking to Fabi. Apart from them and the guards at the door, there was no one else around.
I moved my gaze back to the entrance hall of his house and was blown away by how beautiful and homey it was. It was designed to fit with the farmhouse rustic charm of this place, but with a touch of sophistication and elegance. It was exactly the kind of house I had always dreamed of owning one day. Nothing too fancy, just about history, enchantment and beauty.
“Is this your house?” I asked, unable to stop myself. This was not what I envisioned the most ruthless Southern mafia leader to live in. It was too… delicate.
“Si. You are probably tired. I’ll show you up to your room,” Alessio said carefully, studying me as I looked around in awe.
My head whipped to his eyes with surprise. “My room?”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist once more, pulling me behind him and through the beautiful interior of the ground floor. My eyes darted around, wanting to see more, but we reached a staircase and he forced me up. When he kept going up to the top floor, my heart started pounding. It was always tradition that the Boss’s private quarters were on the top floor. Was he going to make me sleep in his room? Oh my god, was he going to force himself on me? Oh shit…
I dug my heels into the wooden floor and strained against his grip on my hands as fear took over. “Wait! Wait!”
But he ignored me, sighing as if I was a nuisance to him as he turned and threw me over his shoulder in one rapid movement. I screamed and hit his impenetrable back while my legs kicked at his stomach, but he gripped them firmly against him.
He opened a door and closed it behind him before stalking across the room and throwing me down carelessly. My body bounced against a soft mattress and I scrambled away from him to the other side. He held his hand out to me and I stared at it like it was a piranha about to tear into my flesh.
“You want me to untie your hands or do you prefer to sleep like that?” he questioned, raising one eyebrow. I frowned, trying to judge if this was a trick just to get me to move closer to him. Who was I kidding? If he wanted to overpower me, he easily could and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. Especially not with my hands tied. I inched towards him slowly, my knees on the mattress and held my wrists out to him. He released them and stuffed the tie in his pocket. I quickly climbed off the bed and stood on the opposite side of it to him, keeping as much distance as possible. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m not going to do anything to you, Princess. Rape isn’t my style,” he folded his muscular arms across his chest and I gulped as my gaze followed the motion. “And anyway, I want you submissive when I do get to fuck you. On your knees, begging for my cock.”
My mouth dropped open at his vulgar words before I lifted my chin higher and narrowed my gaze on him with fury. “In your fucking dreams.”
He scoffed, smiling so wide that an irresistible dimple made its annoying appearance. “You have been in my dreams every night since the day I met you, Elenora Buccini. Don’t think I haven’t already had you in every possible way.”
My eyes widened as his blue gems turned molten with arousal and desire. I couldn’t look away from him and my body was now burning with the fire of a thousand suns. How did he do that? How did he go from making me terrified that he would touch me to wanting nothing more.
“Why am I here? Why are you doing this?” I tried to change the subject and remind myself of what this really was. I was his captive. I was being held here against my will.
He licked his lips as those eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of my body, making my skin come alive with those zaps of lightning again.
“Because I want the North,” he shrugged. “I would have done things differently but… this happened, so it is what it is.”
“It is what it is?” I laughed with disbelief. “You kidnapped me! My brother is not going to stop until he has your head on a platter!”
Amusement danced across his eyes and he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. “I didn’t kidnap you. Lorenzo did. And Giovanni will do whatever I tell him to do because I have you.”
