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1,877,586	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1877579}'	Yes	2024-06-12 20:49	active	988	0	476504638081069			She witnessed the mafia boss kill someone and then fled, hoping to avoid any further interaction. Surprisingly, the ruthless mafia boss fell in love with her at first sight and forced her to become his wife...<br /> =====<br /> "By the end of the year, I'll be one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra." Giorgio says. "Mark my words."<br /> I almost let out a snort. Listening to my stepbrother go on and on about how important he is in the Cosa Nostra is ridiculous.<br /> Everyone knows there are only five bosses in the Cosa Nostra - Rizzo, Torrisi, Vitale, La Rosa, and Falco. The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.<br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, I've learned to fear the five families like the rest of the Sicilians who call New York their home.<br /> <br /> Even Giorgio is shit scared of them. He talks big in front of me, but when he has to speak to one of Angelo Rizzo's men, he's pathetically humble.<br /> <br /> Giorgio is all talk, and one day, it will get him killed.<br /> <br /> A girl can hope.<br /> <br /> Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.<br /> <br /> Forgive me, Father.<br /> <br /> Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà's place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio's head, and he's become downright unbearable to live with.<br /> <br /> My aunt on Mamma's side of the family asked Giorgio to let me live with them, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left.<br /> <br /> I was only sixteen, but Giorgio's word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I'm twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.<br /> <br /> I suspect he's only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five.<br /> <br /> He's already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women.<br /> <br /> Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can't blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our<br /> <br /> finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.<br /> <br /> Cettina, Giorgio's mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.<br /> <br /> But overnight, he changed into a different person. One that's violent, selfish, and greedy.<br /> <br /> I don't know what I'll do when I turn twenty-five in two years, but Giorgio won't get a dime from me. I'm hoping I can cash in my inheritance and run to somewhere he won't be able to find me.<br /> <br /> Clearing my throat, I murmur, "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes are on a beautiful woman who just came in, and he doesn't pay me any attention as I get up from my chair.<br /> <br /> Walking to the back of the restaurant, I glance around the establishment. The place is packed, and even though I've grown up around these people, they all feel like strangers.<br /> <br /> Every Friday we have lunch at Piccola Sicilia. The restaurant belongs to Angelo Rizzo, and I've only seen him a few times. It's never long enough to get a good look at him.<br /> <br /> Not that I want to. The five heads of the Cosa Nostra terrify the living crap out of me. They're known for being brutal when it comes to business.<br /> <br /> Whenever Giorgio was forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I'm the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded him for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs.<br /> <br /> He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he's holding out for my inheritance.<br /> <br /> The only solace I can find in the crappy situation is that Giorgio can't force me to marry him. We live in a tight-knit Sicilian community who would disapprove if he tried to marry me. After all, we were raised as brother and sister. It's my only saving grace and also the reason he hasn't<br /> <br /> looked at me in a sexual way. To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.<br /> <br /> I slip into the restroom, and after relieving myself, I wash my hands and touch up my lipstick. My eyes flit over the light peach summer dress I'm wearing, making sure the fabric isn't stuck in my underwear. It happened to Aida when we were fourteen, and I almost died of second-hand embarrassment for my cousin. Since then, I always check my clothes to ensure nothing is out of place.<br /> <br /> My gaze locks on my reflection in the mirror, and I lift my chin.<br /> <br /> Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.<br /> <br /> As I step out of the restroom to return to the table, an office door opens to my right. Not thinking, I glance in the direction of the sound, and instantly, I'm doused in ice.<br /> <br /> I have a clear view of Angelo Rizzo, who's gripping a man by his neck. I can't hear what's being said, but as Big Ricky comes out of the office, I see Angelo slam a knife into the man's throat.<br /> <br /> Mother of God.<br /> <br /> The squeak escaping me has Big Ricky's eyes snapping in my direction.<br /> <br /> Crap!<br /> <br /> My heart instantly hammers against my ribs, and I quickly dart to the left. I know it's stupid of me to run, but my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and flight always wins.<br /> <br /> I don't even reach the end of the hallway before being grabbed by the arm and hauled back to the office.<br /> <br /> NoNoNoNoNo!<br /> <br /> "I didn't see anything," I plead. Big Ricky ignores me, which has me begging, "I won't tell anyone. Please."<br /> <br /> I'm shoved into the office and stumble forward. My eyes lock on Mr. Rizzo, who's wiping the blood from the knife, and the sight brings me to a dead stop.<br /> <br /> His head is lowered, and focused on cleaning every crimson drop from the blade, he orders with a low and threatening tone, "Remove the body."<br /> <br /> With wide eyes, I watch as the man's body is dragged out of a side door by Tiny, who doesn't even break a sweat. Then again, he's a mountain of a man. The trail of blood smeared on the tiled floor almost makes me gag.<br /> <br /> Father, I've been a good girl. I've never dated and kept myself pure for marriage. I attend church every Sunday. Please get me out of this mess. You owe me.<br /> <br /> Slowly, Mr. Rizzo lifts his head, and when his hazel eyes lock on me, shivers of fear rush through my body.<br /> <br /> Crap.<br /> <br /> Just one look from Angelo Rizzo and my mouth goes bone dry. I swallow hard on the lump of panic in my throat.<br /> <br /> His eyes crawl from my head to the sandals on my feet before they flick to Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> "She saw what happened," Big Ricky explains.<br /> <br /> I quickly shake my head, and my voice quivers as I plead, "I won't tell anyone. I promise."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts his hand, and while his thumb scratches his bottom lip, his eyes lock on me once more.<br /> <br /> The brutality in his gaze delivers a punch to my stomach.<br /> <br /> Father, I don't want to die. Get me out of this mess, and I'll do anything you want.<br /> <br /> Tiny comes back into the office, and without taking his eyes off me, Mr.<br /> <br /> Rizzo hands the murder weapon to him.<br /> <br /> "She's Romano's sister," Big Ricky informs his boss.<br /> <br /> If my heart beats any faster, I'm going to pass out.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts an eyebrow. "Vittoria."<br /> <br /> He knows my name?<br /> <br /> Of course, he does. I'm pretty sure nothing happens in his territory without him knowing.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo takes a deep breath while slowly stalking closer to me. "I haven't seen you since your father's funeral."<br /> <br /> The urge to back away overwhelms me, but by the grace of God, I manage to stand still.<br /> <br /> When he stops mere inches from me, I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.<br /> <br /> If I weren't so freaking terrified, I'd take the time to admire the man's attractiveness. His black hair is in stark contrast with his hazel eyes. There are tiny golden flecks that make it look like flames are burning in his<br /> <br /> brown-green irises. I know he's in his early thirties and still unmarried because he's too busy ruling over his territory with an iron fist.<br /> <br /> When Tiny stands close behind Mr. Rizzo, I realize they're the same height. Easily two and a half heads taller than me.<br /> <br /> Where Tiny is all bulging muscles and brute strength, Mr. Rizzo's body is firmer, giving me the impression of stealth and death cloaked in an expensive suit.<br /> <br /> Tiny has a round face, whereas Mr. Rizzo has a sharp jaw.<br /> <br /> My eyes keep flitting between the two men while I'm overly conscious of Big Ricky behind me.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes remain locked on my face, and when I can't stand the pressure anymore, I whimper, "I won't tell anyone what I saw."<br /> <br /> A frown line appears between his eyebrows, and his words are soft and dangerous as he murmurs, "I know."<br /> <br /> What does that mean? Am I free to go, or is he going to kill me? GOD!<br /> <br /> When Mr. Rizzo suddenly lifts his hand to my face, I cringe back and let out a frightened sound. I pinch my eyes shut, and fisting my hands at my sides, I try to brace for the punch.<br /> <br /> My skin stretches tightly over my cheekbones and jaw, and I clench my teeth.<br /> <br /> Seconds pass, and when I feel something tug at my hair, my eyes fly open.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's gaze watches me closely while he wraps a curl of my hair around his forefinger.<br /> <br /> Confused by what he's doing, I startle again when Giorgio's voice booms outside the office. "For fk sake. Tori, get your ass out of the restroom!"<br /> <br /> I hear Big Ricky move, then the hinges of the office door squeak, and he says, "Your sister is with Mr. Rizzo."<br /> <br /> "What?" Giorgio gasps.<br /> <br /> I hear more movement behind me, but my eyes remain on the biggest threat in the office. Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> "What did you do?" Giorgio hisses at me.<br /> <br /> A frown forms on Mr. Rizzo's forehead, and as he lets go of the curl, I nervously brush my hand over my hair while quickly taking a step away from the terrifying man.<br /> <br /> Needing to explain myself, I ramble, "As I came out of the restroom, the office door opened. It drew my attention, and I accidentally saw Mr. Rizzo…ah…do something. I didn't mean to look. It just happened." My hand flies to my chest, and covering my racing heart, I swear, "I won't tell anyone."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes flick to Big Ricky. "Escort Miss Romano to a table and get her a cup of coffee while I speak with her brother."<br /> <br /> Huh?<br /> <br /> Not sure I heard right, I ask, "I get to leave?"<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's penetrating gaze returns to me. "For now."<br /> <br /> Intense relief washes through me as I quickly exit the office with Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> I cautiously glance at Big Ricky, who's not much taller than me. "I'm really sorry."<br /> <br /> With the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, he nods. "It's okay, bellissima." He leads me to a table and nods at the chair. "You can wait here while Mr. Rizzo talks to your brother."<br /> <br /> "Stepbrother," I correct him. Big Ricky looks the least threatening of the bunch, which gives me the courage to ask, "How much trouble am I in?"<br /> <br /> He shakes his head. "As long as you keep quiet, you'll be fine."<br /> <br /> More relief floods me, and with hope filling my heart, I ask, "Really?"<br /> <br /> He nods again before gesturing for a server to come closer. "Bring a cup of coffee for Miss. Romano."<br /> <br /> When the server leaves, Big Ricky looks at me again. "Stay right here."<br /> <br /> I nod and watch as he walks toward a table where three men are enjoying lunch.<br /> <br /> Letting out a breath, I slump in the chair while wiping my palm over my forehead.<br /> <br /> Dear God. That was intense.<br /> <br /> I stare at the table as the terrifying past few minutes replay in my mind.<br /> <br /> Crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble with Giorgio.<br /> <br /> A heavy feeling settles over my shoulders, and I glance at the hallway again.<br /> <br /> I can't believe I just came face-to-face with Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> God, the man is intense.<br /> <br /> And handsome. And freaking scary.<br /> <br /> Now that I'm no longer in the direct line of fire, I realize just how attractive Angelo Rizzo is. I understand why Aida, my cousin, was so infatuated with the man when I saw her a couple of months ago at a family gathering.<br /> <br /> He might be one of the most attractive men I've ever seen, but it doesn't take away from how terrifying he is. If anything, it adds to it.<br /> <br /> Father, it's me again. Thanks for saving my butt.<br /> <br /> My thoughts turn to the murder I witnessed, and it brings all the fear back.<br /> <br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, you'd think I'd be used to crime and corruption, but that's not the case for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing someone die.<br /> <br /> Just two more years, then you can make a clean break from Giorgio and this world.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 Angelo's Pov<br /> As Vittoria is escorted out of the office, I walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.<br /> <br /> My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he's about to shit himself.<br /> <br /> He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn't done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that's starting to cost me money.<br /> <br /> "I hear you like spending time at Fallen Angels," I mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.<br /> <br /> The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Giorgio says.<br /> <br /> When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.<br /> <br /> No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.<br /> <br /> "What is his tab standing at?" I ask.<br /> <br /> I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Giorgio the impression I have any interest in his life.<br /> <br /> "Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head.<br /> <br /> Giorgio begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."<br /> <br /> "Yes, you will," I say. "Today."<br /> <br /> His eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."<br /> <br /> With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step toward Giorgio, which has him rambling,<br /> <br /> "I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fker.<br /> <br /> His scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then he adds, "I'm the only family Tori has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."<br /> <br /> I've heard that before.<br /> <br /> Usually, right before I kill someone.<br /> <br /> But the debt is not the reason Giorgio is standing in front of me. If it were, he'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been his last day if it weren't for his little sister.<br /> <br /> Vittoria Romano.<br /> <br /> I've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.<br /> <br /> I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vittoria's eyes had a certain part of my body hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.<br /> <br /> I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.<br /> <br /> I have a healthy sx drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as fk. There's also the matter of my uncle, who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.<br /> <br /> Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.<br /> <br /> "Vittoria is twenty-three," I mention.<br /> <br /> The capos of the Cosa Nostra have a right to know the status of any woman who's of marrying age. In most cases, they must give their blessing when a marriage is arranged.<br /> <br /> Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."<br /> <br /> "Yes." His head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's twenty- five before arranging a marriage for her."<br /> <br /> Finding the fker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."<br /> <br /> Why wait until she's twenty-five?<br /> <br /> I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vittoria's personal life after I've dealt with her brother.<br /> <br /> Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vittoria without my blessing."<br /> <br /> I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever I deem good enough.<br /> <br /> Giorgio nods, then asks, "About the debt, sir. Is a month okay?"<br /> <br /> For now.<br /> <br /> I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fker to leave.<br /> <br /> As soon as he's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vittoria Romano."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss." He hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Duncan's body?"<br /> <br /> "Drop it off at his house so his family can bury him." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."<br /> <br /> Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."<br /> <br /> I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," he mentions.<br /> <br /> I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. <br /> <br /> Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.<br /> <br /> My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York.<br /> <br /> I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in Sicily and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with him. It's time for him to step away from the business so he can enjoy his old age.<br /> <br /> Fk, has it already been fifteen years?<br /> <br /> Time flies when you're making money.<br /> <br /> No wonder Uncle Maurizio's been on my case about getting married. He's scared I'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.<br /> <br /> The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or still in school. Uncle Maurizio's been dropping hints that I should marry Valentina Toscano, who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.<br /> <br /> Vittoria's beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos.<br /> <br /> At least she's fking Sicilian.<br /> <br /> I shake my head again because I sure as fk don't want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.<br /> <br /> My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as I recall the feel of her silky hair.<br /> <br /> She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.<br /> <br /> The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I'll never hit a woman.<br /> <br /> Again, the memory of Vittoria flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.<br /> <br /> I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.<br /> <br /> The woman is fking beautiful.<br /> <br /> "Boss?" Big Ricky says to get my attention.<br /> <br /> I forgot the man was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vittoria Romano, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.<br /> <br /> Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter, "Let's head over to the club."<br /> <br /> Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Tori&Angelo's Pov<br /> Tori<br /> "You little fking bch!" Giorgio roars as I'm shoved into the house.<br /> <br /> My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio's mother, died. Now, it's filled with hopelessness and violence.<br /> <br /> Giorgio's palm connects with the back of my head, and stumbling, I lose my balance. I sprawl over the wooden floor that takes hours to polish, intense pain shuddering through my brain.<br /> <br /> My handbag slides beneath a side table, and before I can push myself up, Giorgio's foot connects with my right side.<br /> <br /> My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep the cry of pain from escaping.<br /> <br /> The first time he hit me, I was left with a black eye. I couldn't leave the house for two weeks. Everyone at the Parish asked where I was, and it upset Giorgio. Since then, he doesn't touch my face.<br /> <br /> "Because of you, I only have a month to find a fk-ton of money! I'll have to take a chunk out of my stocks."<br /> <br /> Another kick to my stomach makes theair explode from my lungs. My vision goes spotty, and an agonizing sound bursts over my lips.<br /> <br /> I feel tears fall down my cheeks as I gasp through the pain.<br /> <br /> It doesn't help to beg or argue. If I dare say a word, it will only anger Giorgio more. I manage to curl into a fetal position and wrap my arms around my waist.<br /> <br /> Giorgio shoves his boot against my back and puts his full weight on me as he sneers, "One of these days, I'm going to kill you."<br /> <br /> The pressure eases off my back, and I hear him stomp into the living room.<br /> <br /> Bastard.<br /> <br /> Pushing myself up, I suppress a groan from the pain radiating through my abdomen and torso. I don't bother grabbing my bag from beneath the side table, and using the wall for support, I stumble to my bedroom.<br /> <br /> Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it, and finally, in my safe space, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting flat on my butt.<br /> <br /> Silent tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.<br /> <br /> Just two more years...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Angelo<br /> For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in<br /> <br /> Giorgio. The fker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It's clear the man has no loyalty to his family.<br /> <br /> But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio's mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she's too fking terrified to dare lie to me.<br /> <br /> I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn't break eye contact.<br /> <br /> She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.<br /> <br /> I told him I'd kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal.<br /> <br /> It aggravates the fk out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria's innonence to me as payment for his debt. She's worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars.<br /> <br /> She's worth more than Giorgio's pathetic life.<br /> <br /> What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he'd rather sacrifice Vittoria's innocence.<br /> <br /> The fker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he'll pawn her off to a man who doesn't mind spoiled goods.<br /> <br /> I've also found out why he's waiting until she's twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it.<br /> <br /> It fking infuriates me.<br /> <br /> Staring at the woman who's popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is.<br /> <br /> When Tiny looked into Vittoria's life, he couldn't find a single black mark against her.<br /> <br /> Honestly, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.<br /> <br /> "Are we leaving?" Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny.<br /> <br /> "Yes." I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, "Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss," Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine.<br /> <br /> During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that's been presented to me.<br /> <br /> Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn't give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I'd take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency.<br /> <br /> There's still no urgency.<br /> <br /> But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up.<br /> <br /> I'll have something no other man has touched.<br /> <br /> The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio.<br /> <br /> I'm not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fker as if he's a mouse. <br /> <br /> I want to see how far he'll go before I kill him.<br /> <br /> When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order.<br /> <br /> Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it's quiet.<br /> <br /> I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don't trust a living soul.<br /> <br /> I keep my circle small because, in my world, it's the only way to stay alive.<br /> <br /> After a while, there's a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn't look like he's gotten any sleep since we last spoke.<br /> <br /> It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked.<br /> <br /> Tiny shoves the fker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror.<br /> <br /> I could kill him and just take Vittoria.<br /> <br /> My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, "If I take Vittoria for myself, I won't tolerate any interference from you."<br /> <br /> Confusion flutters over his face before it's followed by relief. "So you're taking her innonence in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?"<br /> <br /> I stare at the man until it looks like he's going to piss himself before I say, "I haven't made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do."<br /> <br /> "O-of c-c-course," he stammers. "I'm not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away."<br /> <br /> Tilting my head, I ask, "Is that something you think she'll do?"<br /> <br /> His head bobs up and down. "Since she was a teen, she's had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She's keeping herself pure for marriage."<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow on the fker for insulting Vittoria's childhood dream. If she marries me, she'll have a fking castle and everything her heart desires.<br /> <br /> "What else does she dream of?" I demand. "The usual bullshit. Being a mother." That's good to hear.<br /> <br /> Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fkers arm and shoving him out of my office.<br /> <br /> When I'm alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don't see any of the numbers.<br /> <br /> My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she's a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can't know about the wedding, I'll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don't want her f*king stepbrother knowing I'm taking more than just her innonence.<br /> <br /> Once I have her in front of the priest, she won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me.<br /> <br /> Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me?<br /> <br /> No. Not one bit.<br /> <br /> In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she'll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire.<br /> <br /> Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts.<br /> <br /> Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> ====<br /> Attending a party with my stepbrother, I'm in for the surprise of my life. It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. <br /> <br /> Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. <br /> <br /> Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse. There's no hiding. 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1,877,593	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1877579}'	Yes	2024-06-12 20:49	active	988	0	845310750260426		The Mafia King's Doll	She witnessed the mafia boss kill someone and then fled, hoping to avoid any further interaction. Surprisingly, the ruthless mafia boss fell in love with her at first sight and forced her to become his wife...<br /> =====<br /> "By the end of the year, I'll be one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra." Giorgio says. "Mark my words."<br /> I almost let out a snort. Listening to my stepbrother go on and on about how important he is in the Cosa Nostra is ridiculous.<br /> Everyone knows there are only five bosses in the Cosa Nostra - Rizzo, Torrisi, Vitale, La Rosa, and Falco. The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.<br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, I've learned to fear the five families like the rest of the Sicilians who call New York their home.<br /> <br /> Even Giorgio is shit scared of them. He talks big in front of me, but when he has to speak to one of Angelo Rizzo's men, he's pathetically humble.<br /> <br /> Giorgio is all talk, and one day, it will get him killed.<br /> <br /> A girl can hope.<br /> <br /> Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.<br /> <br /> Forgive me, Father.<br /> <br /> Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà's place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio's head, and he's become downright unbearable to live with.<br /> <br /> My aunt on Mamma's side of the family asked Giorgio to let me live with them, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left.<br /> <br /> I was only sixteen, but Giorgio's word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I'm twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.<br /> <br /> I suspect he's only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five.<br /> <br /> He's already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women.<br /> <br /> Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can't blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our<br /> <br /> finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.<br /> <br /> Cettina, Giorgio's mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.<br /> <br /> But overnight, he changed into a different person. One that's violent, selfish, and greedy.<br /> <br /> I don't know what I'll do when I turn twenty-five in two years, but Giorgio won't get a dime from me. I'm hoping I can cash in my inheritance and run to somewhere he won't be able to find me.<br /> <br /> Clearing my throat, I murmur, "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes are on a beautiful woman who just came in, and he doesn't pay me any attention as I get up from my chair.<br /> <br /> Walking to the back of the restaurant, I glance around the establishment. The place is packed, and even though I've grown up around these people, they all feel like strangers.<br /> <br /> Every Friday we have lunch at Piccola Sicilia. The restaurant belongs to Angelo Rizzo, and I've only seen him a few times. It's never long enough to get a good look at him.<br /> <br /> Not that I want to. The five heads of the Cosa Nostra terrify the living crap out of me. They're known for being brutal when it comes to business.<br /> <br /> Whenever Giorgio was forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I'm the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded him for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs.<br /> <br /> He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he's holding out for my inheritance.<br /> <br /> The only solace I can find in the crappy situation is that Giorgio can't force me to marry him. We live in a tight-knit Sicilian community who would disapprove if he tried to marry me. After all, we were raised as brother and sister. It's my only saving grace and also the reason he hasn't<br /> <br /> looked at me in a sexual way. To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.<br /> <br /> I slip into the restroom, and after relieving myself, I wash my hands and touch up my lipstick. My eyes flit over the light peach summer dress I'm wearing, making sure the fabric isn't stuck in my underwear. It happened to Aida when we were fourteen, and I almost died of second-hand embarrassment for my cousin. Since then, I always check my clothes to ensure nothing is out of place.<br /> <br /> My gaze locks on my reflection in the mirror, and I lift my chin.<br /> <br /> Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.<br /> <br /> As I step out of the restroom to return to the table, an office door opens to my right. Not thinking, I glance in the direction of the sound, and instantly, I'm doused in ice.<br /> <br /> I have a clear view of Angelo Rizzo, who's gripping a man by his neck. I can't hear what's being said, but as Big Ricky comes out of the office, I see Angelo slam a knife into the man's throat.<br /> <br /> Mother of God.<br /> <br /> The squeak escaping me has Big Ricky's eyes snapping in my direction.<br /> <br /> Crap!<br /> <br /> My heart instantly hammers against my ribs, and I quickly dart to the left. I know it's stupid of me to run, but my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and flight always wins.<br /> <br /> I don't even reach the end of the hallway before being grabbed by the arm and hauled back to the office.<br /> <br /> NoNoNoNoNo!<br /> <br /> "I didn't see anything," I plead. Big Ricky ignores me, which has me begging, "I won't tell anyone. Please."<br /> <br /> I'm shoved into the office and stumble forward. My eyes lock on Mr. Rizzo, who's wiping the blood from the knife, and the sight brings me to a dead stop.<br /> <br /> His head is lowered, and focused on cleaning every crimson drop from the blade, he orders with a low and threatening tone, "Remove the body."<br /> <br /> With wide eyes, I watch as the man's body is dragged out of a side door by Tiny, who doesn't even break a sweat. Then again, he's a mountain of a man. The trail of blood smeared on the tiled floor almost makes me gag.<br /> <br /> Father, I've been a good girl. I've never dated and kept myself pure for marriage. I attend church every Sunday. Please get me out of this mess. You owe me.<br /> <br /> Slowly, Mr. Rizzo lifts his head, and when his hazel eyes lock on me, shivers of fear rush through my body.<br /> <br /> Crap.<br /> <br /> Just one look from Angelo Rizzo and my mouth goes bone dry. I swallow hard on the lump of panic in my throat.<br /> <br /> His eyes crawl from my head to the sandals on my feet before they flick to Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> "She saw what happened," Big Ricky explains.<br /> <br /> I quickly shake my head, and my voice quivers as I plead, "I won't tell anyone. I promise."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts his hand, and while his thumb scratches his bottom lip, his eyes lock on me once more.<br /> <br /> The brutality in his gaze delivers a punch to my stomach.<br /> <br /> Father, I don't want to die. Get me out of this mess, and I'll do anything you want.<br /> <br /> Tiny comes back into the office, and without taking his eyes off me, Mr.<br /> <br /> Rizzo hands the murder weapon to him.<br /> <br /> "She's Romano's sister," Big Ricky informs his boss.<br /> <br /> If my heart beats any faster, I'm going to pass out.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts an eyebrow. "Vittoria."<br /> <br /> He knows my name?<br /> <br /> Of course, he does. I'm pretty sure nothing happens in his territory without him knowing.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo takes a deep breath while slowly stalking closer to me. "I haven't seen you since your father's funeral."<br /> <br /> The urge to back away overwhelms me, but by the grace of God, I manage to stand still.<br /> <br /> When he stops mere inches from me, I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.<br /> <br /> If I weren't so freaking terrified, I'd take the time to admire the man's attractiveness. His black hair is in stark contrast with his hazel eyes. There are tiny golden flecks that make it look like flames are burning in his<br /> <br /> brown-green irises. I know he's in his early thirties and still unmarried because he's too busy ruling over his territory with an iron fist.<br /> <br /> When Tiny stands close behind Mr. Rizzo, I realize they're the same height. Easily two and a half heads taller than me.<br /> <br /> Where Tiny is all bulging muscles and brute strength, Mr. Rizzo's body is firmer, giving me the impression of stealth and death cloaked in an expensive suit.<br /> <br /> Tiny has a round face, whereas Mr. Rizzo has a sharp jaw.<br /> <br /> My eyes keep flitting between the two men while I'm overly conscious of Big Ricky behind me.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes remain locked on my face, and when I can't stand the pressure anymore, I whimper, "I won't tell anyone what I saw."<br /> <br /> A frown line appears between his eyebrows, and his words are soft and dangerous as he murmurs, "I know."<br /> <br /> What does that mean? Am I free to go, or is he going to kill me? GOD!<br /> <br /> When Mr. Rizzo suddenly lifts his hand to my face, I cringe back and let out a frightened sound. I pinch my eyes shut, and fisting my hands at my sides, I try to brace for the punch.<br /> <br /> My skin stretches tightly over my cheekbones and jaw, and I clench my teeth.<br /> <br /> Seconds pass, and when I feel something tug at my hair, my eyes fly open.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's gaze watches me closely while he wraps a curl of my hair around his forefinger.<br /> <br /> Confused by what he's doing, I startle again when Giorgio's voice booms outside the office. "For fk sake. Tori, get your ass out of the restroom!"<br /> <br /> I hear Big Ricky move, then the hinges of the office door squeak, and he says, "Your sister is with Mr. Rizzo."<br /> <br /> "What?" Giorgio gasps.<br /> <br /> I hear more movement behind me, but my eyes remain on the biggest threat in the office. Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> "What did you do?" Giorgio hisses at me.<br /> <br /> A frown forms on Mr. Rizzo's forehead, and as he lets go of the curl, I nervously brush my hand over my hair while quickly taking a step away from the terrifying man.<br /> <br /> Needing to explain myself, I ramble, "As I came out of the restroom, the office door opened. It drew my attention, and I accidentally saw Mr. Rizzo…ah…do something. I didn't mean to look. It just happened." My hand flies to my chest, and covering my racing heart, I swear, "I won't tell anyone."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes flick to Big Ricky. "Escort Miss Romano to a table and get her a cup of coffee while I speak with her brother."<br /> <br /> Huh?<br /> <br /> Not sure I heard right, I ask, "I get to leave?"<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's penetrating gaze returns to me. "For now."<br /> <br /> Intense relief washes through me as I quickly exit the office with Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> I cautiously glance at Big Ricky, who's not much taller than me. "I'm really sorry."<br /> <br /> With the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, he nods. "It's okay, bellissima." He leads me to a table and nods at the chair. "You can wait here while Mr. Rizzo talks to your brother."<br /> <br /> "Stepbrother," I correct him. Big Ricky looks the least threatening of the bunch, which gives me the courage to ask, "How much trouble am I in?"<br /> <br /> He shakes his head. "As long as you keep quiet, you'll be fine."<br /> <br /> More relief floods me, and with hope filling my heart, I ask, "Really?"<br /> <br /> He nods again before gesturing for a server to come closer. "Bring a cup of coffee for Miss. Romano."<br /> <br /> When the server leaves, Big Ricky looks at me again. "Stay right here."<br /> <br /> I nod and watch as he walks toward a table where three men are enjoying lunch.<br /> <br /> Letting out a breath, I slump in the chair while wiping my palm over my forehead.<br /> <br /> Dear God. That was intense.<br /> <br /> I stare at the table as the terrifying past few minutes replay in my mind.<br /> <br /> Crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble with Giorgio.<br /> <br /> A heavy feeling settles over my shoulders, and I glance at the hallway again.<br /> <br /> I can't believe I just came face-to-face with Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> God, the man is intense.<br /> <br /> And handsome. And freaking scary.<br /> <br /> Now that I'm no longer in the direct line of fire, I realize just how attractive Angelo Rizzo is. I understand why Aida, my cousin, was so infatuated with the man when I saw her a couple of months ago at a family gathering.<br /> <br /> He might be one of the most attractive men I've ever seen, but it doesn't take away from how terrifying he is. If anything, it adds to it.<br /> <br /> Father, it's me again. Thanks for saving my butt.<br /> <br /> My thoughts turn to the murder I witnessed, and it brings all the fear back.<br /> <br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, you'd think I'd be used to crime and corruption, but that's not the case for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing someone die.<br /> <br /> Just two more years, then you can make a clean break from Giorgio and this world.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 Angelo's Pov<br /> As Vittoria is escorted out of the office, I walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.<br /> <br /> My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he's about to shit himself.<br /> <br /> He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn't done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that's starting to cost me money.<br /> <br /> "I hear you like spending time at Fallen Angels," I mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.<br /> <br /> The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Giorgio says.<br /> <br /> When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.<br /> <br /> No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.<br /> <br /> "What is his tab standing at?" I ask.<br /> <br /> I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Giorgio the impression I have any interest in his life.<br /> <br /> "Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head.<br /> <br /> Giorgio begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."<br /> <br /> "Yes, you will," I say. "Today."<br /> <br /> His eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."<br /> <br /> With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step toward Giorgio, which has him rambling,<br /> <br /> "I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fker.<br /> <br /> His scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then he adds, "I'm the only family Tori has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."<br /> <br /> I've heard that before.<br /> <br /> Usually, right before I kill someone.<br /> <br /> But the debt is not the reason Giorgio is standing in front of me. If it were, he'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been his last day if it weren't for his little sister.<br /> <br /> Vittoria Romano.<br /> <br /> I've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.<br /> <br /> I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vittoria's eyes had a certain part of my body hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.<br /> <br /> I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.<br /> <br /> I have a healthy sx drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as fk. There's also the matter of my uncle, who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.<br /> <br /> Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.<br /> <br /> "Vittoria is twenty-three," I mention.<br /> <br /> The capos of the Cosa Nostra have a right to know the status of any woman who's of marrying age. In most cases, they must give their blessing when a marriage is arranged.<br /> <br /> Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."<br /> <br /> "Yes." His head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's twenty- five before arranging a marriage for her."<br /> <br /> Finding the fker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."<br /> <br /> Why wait until she's twenty-five?<br /> <br /> I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vittoria's personal life after I've dealt with her brother.<br /> <br /> Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vittoria without my blessing."<br /> <br /> I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever I deem good enough.<br /> <br /> Giorgio nods, then asks, "About the debt, sir. Is a month okay?"<br /> <br /> For now.<br /> <br /> I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fker to leave.<br /> <br /> As soon as he's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vittoria Romano."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss." He hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Duncan's body?"<br /> <br /> "Drop it off at his house so his family can bury him." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."<br /> <br /> Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."<br /> <br /> I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," he mentions.<br /> <br /> I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. <br /> <br /> Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.<br /> <br /> My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York.<br /> <br /> I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in Sicily and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with him. It's time for him to step away from the business so he can enjoy his old age.<br /> <br /> Fk, has it already been fifteen years?<br /> <br /> Time flies when you're making money.<br /> <br /> No wonder Uncle Maurizio's been on my case about getting married. He's scared I'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.<br /> <br /> The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or still in school. Uncle Maurizio's been dropping hints that I should marry Valentina Toscano, who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.<br /> <br /> Vittoria's beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos.<br /> <br /> At least she's fking Sicilian.<br /> <br /> I shake my head again because I sure as fk don't want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.<br /> <br /> My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as I recall the feel of her silky hair.<br /> <br /> She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.<br /> <br /> The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I'll never hit a woman.<br /> <br /> Again, the memory of Vittoria flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.<br /> <br /> I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.<br /> <br /> The woman is fking beautiful.<br /> <br /> "Boss?" Big Ricky says to get my attention.<br /> <br /> I forgot the man was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vittoria Romano, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.<br /> <br /> Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter, "Let's head over to the club."<br /> <br /> Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Tori&Angelo's Pov<br /> Tori<br /> "You little fking bch!" Giorgio roars as I'm shoved into the house.<br /> <br /> My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio's mother, died. Now, it's filled with hopelessness and violence.<br /> <br /> Giorgio's palm connects with the back of my head, and stumbling, I lose my balance. I sprawl over the wooden floor that takes hours to polish, intense pain shuddering through my brain.<br /> <br /> My handbag slides beneath a side table, and before I can push myself up, Giorgio's foot connects with my right side.<br /> <br /> My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep the cry of pain from escaping.<br /> <br /> The first time he hit me, I was left with a black eye. I couldn't leave the house for two weeks. Everyone at the Parish asked where I was, and it upset Giorgio. Since then, he doesn't touch my face.<br /> <br /> "Because of you, I only have a month to find a fk-ton of money! I'll have to take a chunk out of my stocks."<br /> <br /> Another kick to my stomach makes theair explode from my lungs. My vision goes spotty, and an agonizing sound bursts over my lips.<br /> <br /> I feel tears fall down my cheeks as I gasp through the pain.<br /> <br /> It doesn't help to beg or argue. If I dare say a word, it will only anger Giorgio more. I manage to curl into a fetal position and wrap my arms around my waist.<br /> <br /> Giorgio shoves his boot against my back and puts his full weight on me as he sneers, "One of these days, I'm going to kill you."<br /> <br /> The pressure eases off my back, and I hear him stomp into the living room.<br /> <br /> Bastard.<br /> <br /> Pushing myself up, I suppress a groan from the pain radiating through my abdomen and torso. I don't bother grabbing my bag from beneath the side table, and using the wall for support, I stumble to my bedroom.<br /> <br /> Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it, and finally, in my safe space, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting flat on my butt.<br /> <br /> Silent tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.<br /> <br /> Just two more years...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Angelo<br /> For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in<br /> <br /> Giorgio. The fker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It's clear the man has no loyalty to his family.<br /> <br /> But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio's mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she's too fking terrified to dare lie to me.<br /> <br /> I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn't break eye contact.<br /> <br /> She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.<br /> <br /> I told him I'd kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal.<br /> <br /> It aggravates the fk out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria's innonence to me as payment for his debt. She's worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars.<br /> <br /> She's worth more than Giorgio's pathetic life.<br /> <br /> What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he'd rather sacrifice Vittoria's innocence.<br /> <br /> The fker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he'll pawn her off to a man who doesn't mind spoiled goods.<br /> <br /> I've also found out why he's waiting until she's twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it.<br /> <br /> It fking infuriates me.<br /> <br /> Staring at the woman who's popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is.<br /> <br /> When Tiny looked into Vittoria's life, he couldn't find a single black mark against her.<br /> <br /> Honestly, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.<br /> <br /> "Are we leaving?" Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny.<br /> <br /> "Yes." I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, "Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss," Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine.<br /> <br /> During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that's been presented to me.<br /> <br /> Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn't give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I'd take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency.<br /> <br /> There's still no urgency.<br /> <br /> But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up.<br /> <br /> I'll have something no other man has touched.<br /> <br /> The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio.<br /> <br /> I'm not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fker as if he's a mouse. <br /> <br /> I want to see how far he'll go before I kill him.<br /> <br /> When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order.<br /> <br /> Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it's quiet.<br /> <br /> I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don't trust a living soul.<br /> <br /> I keep my circle small because, in my world, it's the only way to stay alive.<br /> <br /> After a while, there's a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn't look like he's gotten any sleep since we last spoke.<br /> <br /> It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked.<br /> <br /> Tiny shoves the fker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror.<br /> <br /> I could kill him and just take Vittoria.<br /> <br /> My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, "If I take Vittoria for myself, I won't tolerate any interference from you."<br /> <br /> Confusion flutters over his face before it's followed by relief. "So you're taking her innonence in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?"<br /> <br /> I stare at the man until it looks like he's going to piss himself before I say, "I haven't made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do."<br /> <br /> "O-of c-c-course," he stammers. "I'm not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away."<br /> <br /> Tilting my head, I ask, "Is that something you think she'll do?"<br /> <br /> His head bobs up and down. "Since she was a teen, she's had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She's keeping herself pure for marriage."<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow on the fker for insulting Vittoria's childhood dream. If she marries me, she'll have a fking castle and everything her heart desires.<br /> <br /> "What else does she dream of?" I demand. "The usual bullshit. Being a mother." That's good to hear.<br /> <br /> Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fkers arm and shoving him out of my office.<br /> <br /> When I'm alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don't see any of the numbers.<br /> <br /> My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she's a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can't know about the wedding, I'll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don't want her f*king stepbrother knowing I'm taking more than just her innonence.<br /> <br /> Once I have her in front of the priest, she won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me.<br /> <br /> Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me?<br /> <br /> No. Not one bit.<br /> <br /> In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she'll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire.<br /> <br /> Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts.<br /> <br /> Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> ====<br /> Attending a party with my stepbrother, I'm in for the surprise of my life. It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. <br /> <br /> Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. <br /> <br /> Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse. There's no hiding. 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1,877,583	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1877579}'	No	2024-06-12 20:49	active	988	0	431945156285165			She witnessed the mafia boss kill someone and then fled, hoping to avoid any further interaction. Surprisingly, the ruthless mafia boss fell in love with her at first sight and forced her to become his wife...<br /> =====<br /> "By the end of the year, I'll be one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra." Giorgio says. "Mark my words."<br /> I almost let out a snort. Listening to my stepbrother go on and on about how important he is in the Cosa Nostra is ridiculous.<br /> Everyone knows there are only five bosses in the Cosa Nostra - Rizzo, Torrisi, Vitale, La Rosa, and Falco. The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.<br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, I've learned to fear the five families like the rest of the Sicilians who call New York their home.<br /> <br /> Even Giorgio is shit scared of them. He talks big in front of me, but when he has to speak to one of Angelo Rizzo's men, he's pathetically humble.<br /> <br /> Giorgio is all talk, and one day, it will get him killed.<br /> <br /> A girl can hope.<br /> <br /> Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.<br /> <br /> Forgive me, Father.<br /> <br /> Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà's place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio's head, and he's become downright unbearable to live with.<br /> <br /> My aunt on Mamma's side of the family asked Giorgio to let me live with them, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left.<br /> <br /> I was only sixteen, but Giorgio's word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I'm twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.<br /> <br /> I suspect he's only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five.<br /> <br /> He's already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women.<br /> <br /> Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can't blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our<br /> <br /> finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.<br /> <br /> Cettina, Giorgio's mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.<br /> <br /> But overnight, he changed into a different person. One that's violent, selfish, and greedy.<br /> <br /> I don't know what I'll do when I turn twenty-five in two years, but Giorgio won't get a dime from me. I'm hoping I can cash in my inheritance and run to somewhere he won't be able to find me.<br /> <br /> Clearing my throat, I murmur, "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes are on a beautiful woman who just came in, and he doesn't pay me any attention as I get up from my chair.<br /> <br /> Walking to the back of the restaurant, I glance around the establishment. The place is packed, and even though I've grown up around these people, they all feel like strangers.<br /> <br /> Every Friday we have lunch at Piccola Sicilia. The restaurant belongs to Angelo Rizzo, and I've only seen him a few times. It's never long enough to get a good look at him.<br /> <br /> Not that I want to. The five heads of the Cosa Nostra terrify the living crap out of me. They're known for being brutal when it comes to business.<br /> <br /> Whenever Giorgio was forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I'm the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded him for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs.<br /> <br /> He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he's holding out for my inheritance.<br /> <br /> The only solace I can find in the crappy situation is that Giorgio can't force me to marry him. We live in a tight-knit Sicilian community who would disapprove if he tried to marry me. After all, we were raised as brother and sister. It's my only saving grace and also the reason he hasn't<br /> <br /> looked at me in a sexual way. To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.<br /> <br /> I slip into the restroom, and after relieving myself, I wash my hands and touch up my lipstick. My eyes flit over the light peach summer dress I'm wearing, making sure the fabric isn't stuck in my underwear. It happened to Aida when we were fourteen, and I almost died of second-hand embarrassment for my cousin. Since then, I always check my clothes to ensure nothing is out of place.<br /> <br /> My gaze locks on my reflection in the mirror, and I lift my chin.<br /> <br /> Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.<br /> <br /> As I step out of the restroom to return to the table, an office door opens to my right. Not thinking, I glance in the direction of the sound, and instantly, I'm doused in ice.<br /> <br /> I have a clear view of Angelo Rizzo, who's gripping a man by his neck. I can't hear what's being said, but as Big Ricky comes out of the office, I see Angelo slam a knife into the man's throat.<br /> <br /> Mother of God.<br /> <br /> The squeak escaping me has Big Ricky's eyes snapping in my direction.<br /> <br /> Crap!<br /> <br /> My heart instantly hammers against my ribs, and I quickly dart to the left. I know it's stupid of me to run, but my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and flight always wins.<br /> <br /> I don't even reach the end of the hallway before being grabbed by the arm and hauled back to the office.<br /> <br /> NoNoNoNoNo!<br /> <br /> "I didn't see anything," I plead. Big Ricky ignores me, which has me begging, "I won't tell anyone. Please."<br /> <br /> I'm shoved into the office and stumble forward. My eyes lock on Mr. Rizzo, who's wiping the blood from the knife, and the sight brings me to a dead stop.<br /> <br /> His head is lowered, and focused on cleaning every crimson drop from the blade, he orders with a low and threatening tone, "Remove the body."<br /> <br /> With wide eyes, I watch as the man's body is dragged out of a side door by Tiny, who doesn't even break a sweat. Then again, he's a mountain of a man. The trail of blood smeared on the tiled floor almost makes me gag.<br /> <br /> Father, I've been a good girl. I've never dated and kept myself pure for marriage. I attend church every Sunday. Please get me out of this mess. You owe me.<br /> <br /> Slowly, Mr. Rizzo lifts his head, and when his hazel eyes lock on me, shivers of fear rush through my body.<br /> <br /> Crap.<br /> <br /> Just one look from Angelo Rizzo and my mouth goes bone dry. I swallow hard on the lump of panic in my throat.<br /> <br /> His eyes crawl from my head to the sandals on my feet before they flick to Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> "She saw what happened," Big Ricky explains.<br /> <br /> I quickly shake my head, and my voice quivers as I plead, "I won't tell anyone. I promise."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts his hand, and while his thumb scratches his bottom lip, his eyes lock on me once more.<br /> <br /> The brutality in his gaze delivers a punch to my stomach.<br /> <br /> Father, I don't want to die. Get me out of this mess, and I'll do anything you want.<br /> <br /> Tiny comes back into the office, and without taking his eyes off me, Mr.<br /> <br /> Rizzo hands the murder weapon to him.<br /> <br /> "She's Romano's sister," Big Ricky informs his boss.<br /> <br /> If my heart beats any faster, I'm going to pass out.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts an eyebrow. "Vittoria."<br /> <br /> He knows my name?<br /> <br /> Of course, he does. I'm pretty sure nothing happens in his territory without him knowing.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo takes a deep breath while slowly stalking closer to me. "I haven't seen you since your father's funeral."<br /> <br /> The urge to back away overwhelms me, but by the grace of God, I manage to stand still.<br /> <br /> When he stops mere inches from me, I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.<br /> <br /> If I weren't so freaking terrified, I'd take the time to admire the man's attractiveness. His black hair is in stark contrast with his hazel eyes. There are tiny golden flecks that make it look like flames are burning in his<br /> <br /> brown-green irises. I know he's in his early thirties and still unmarried because he's too busy ruling over his territory with an iron fist.<br /> <br /> When Tiny stands close behind Mr. Rizzo, I realize they're the same height. Easily two and a half heads taller than me.<br /> <br /> Where Tiny is all bulging muscles and brute strength, Mr. Rizzo's body is firmer, giving me the impression of stealth and death cloaked in an expensive suit.<br /> <br /> Tiny has a round face, whereas Mr. Rizzo has a sharp jaw.<br /> <br /> My eyes keep flitting between the two men while I'm overly conscious of Big Ricky behind me.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes remain locked on my face, and when I can't stand the pressure anymore, I whimper, "I won't tell anyone what I saw."<br /> <br /> A frown line appears between his eyebrows, and his words are soft and dangerous as he murmurs, "I know."<br /> <br /> What does that mean? Am I free to go, or is he going to kill me? GOD!<br /> <br /> When Mr. Rizzo suddenly lifts his hand to my face, I cringe back and let out a frightened sound. I pinch my eyes shut, and fisting my hands at my sides, I try to brace for the punch.<br /> <br /> My skin stretches tightly over my cheekbones and jaw, and I clench my teeth.<br /> <br /> Seconds pass, and when I feel something tug at my hair, my eyes fly open.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's gaze watches me closely while he wraps a curl of my hair around his forefinger.<br /> <br /> Confused by what he's doing, I startle again when Giorgio's voice booms outside the office. "For fk sake. Tori, get your ass out of the restroom!"<br /> <br /> I hear Big Ricky move, then the hinges of the office door squeak, and he says, "Your sister is with Mr. Rizzo."<br /> <br /> "What?" Giorgio gasps.<br /> <br /> I hear more movement behind me, but my eyes remain on the biggest threat in the office. Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> "What did you do?" Giorgio hisses at me.<br /> <br /> A frown forms on Mr. Rizzo's forehead, and as he lets go of the curl, I nervously brush my hand over my hair while quickly taking a step away from the terrifying man.<br /> <br /> Needing to explain myself, I ramble, "As I came out of the restroom, the office door opened. It drew my attention, and I accidentally saw Mr. Rizzo…ah…do something. I didn't mean to look. It just happened." My hand flies to my chest, and covering my racing heart, I swear, "I won't tell anyone."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes flick to Big Ricky. "Escort Miss Romano to a table and get her a cup of coffee while I speak with her brother."<br /> <br /> Huh?<br /> <br /> Not sure I heard right, I ask, "I get to leave?"<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's penetrating gaze returns to me. "For now."<br /> <br /> Intense relief washes through me as I quickly exit the office with Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> I cautiously glance at Big Ricky, who's not much taller than me. "I'm really sorry."<br /> <br /> With the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, he nods. "It's okay, bellissima." He leads me to a table and nods at the chair. "You can wait here while Mr. Rizzo talks to your brother."<br /> <br /> "Stepbrother," I correct him. Big Ricky looks the least threatening of the bunch, which gives me the courage to ask, "How much trouble am I in?"<br /> <br /> He shakes his head. "As long as you keep quiet, you'll be fine."<br /> <br /> More relief floods me, and with hope filling my heart, I ask, "Really?"<br /> <br /> He nods again before gesturing for a server to come closer. "Bring a cup of coffee for Miss. Romano."<br /> <br /> When the server leaves, Big Ricky looks at me again. "Stay right here."<br /> <br /> I nod and watch as he walks toward a table where three men are enjoying lunch.<br /> <br /> Letting out a breath, I slump in the chair while wiping my palm over my forehead.<br /> <br /> Dear God. That was intense.<br /> <br /> I stare at the table as the terrifying past few minutes replay in my mind.<br /> <br /> Crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble with Giorgio.<br /> <br /> A heavy feeling settles over my shoulders, and I glance at the hallway again.<br /> <br /> I can't believe I just came face-to-face with Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> God, the man is intense.<br /> <br /> And handsome. And freaking scary.<br /> <br /> Now that I'm no longer in the direct line of fire, I realize just how attractive Angelo Rizzo is. I understand why Aida, my cousin, was so infatuated with the man when I saw her a couple of months ago at a family gathering.<br /> <br /> He might be one of the most attractive men I've ever seen, but it doesn't take away from how terrifying he is. If anything, it adds to it.<br /> <br /> Father, it's me again. Thanks for saving my butt.<br /> <br /> My thoughts turn to the murder I witnessed, and it brings all the fear back.<br /> <br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, you'd think I'd be used to crime and corruption, but that's not the case for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing someone die.<br /> <br /> Just two more years, then you can make a clean break from Giorgio and this world.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 Angelo's Pov<br /> As Vittoria is escorted out of the office, I walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.<br /> <br /> My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he's about to shit himself.<br /> <br /> He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn't done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that's starting to cost me money.<br /> <br /> "I hear you like spending time at Fallen Angels," I mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.<br /> <br /> The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Giorgio says.<br /> <br /> When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.<br /> <br /> No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.<br /> <br /> "What is his tab standing at?" I ask.<br /> <br /> I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Giorgio the impression I have any interest in his life.<br /> <br /> "Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head.<br /> <br /> Giorgio begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."<br /> <br /> "Yes, you will," I say. "Today."<br /> <br /> His eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."<br /> <br /> With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step toward Giorgio, which has him rambling,<br /> <br /> "I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fker.<br /> <br /> His scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then he adds, "I'm the only family Tori has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."<br /> <br /> I've heard that before.<br /> <br /> Usually, right before I kill someone.<br /> <br /> But the debt is not the reason Giorgio is standing in front of me. If it were, he'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been his last day if it weren't for his little sister.<br /> <br /> Vittoria Romano.<br /> <br /> I've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.<br /> <br /> I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vittoria's eyes had a certain part of my body hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.<br /> <br /> I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.<br /> <br /> I have a healthy sx drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as fk. There's also the matter of my uncle, who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.<br /> <br /> Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.<br /> <br /> "Vittoria is twenty-three," I mention.<br /> <br /> The capos of the Cosa Nostra have a right to know the status of any woman who's of marrying age. In most cases, they must give their blessing when a marriage is arranged.<br /> <br /> Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."<br /> <br /> "Yes." His head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's twenty- five before arranging a marriage for her."<br /> <br /> Finding the fker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."<br /> <br /> Why wait until she's twenty-five?<br /> <br /> I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vittoria's personal life after I've dealt with her brother.<br /> <br /> Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vittoria without my blessing."<br /> <br /> I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever I deem good enough.<br /> <br /> Giorgio nods, then asks, "About the debt, sir. Is a month okay?"<br /> <br /> For now.<br /> <br /> I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fker to leave.<br /> <br /> As soon as he's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vittoria Romano."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss." He hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Duncan's body?"<br /> <br /> "Drop it off at his house so his family can bury him." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."<br /> <br /> Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."<br /> <br /> I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," he mentions.<br /> <br /> I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. <br /> <br /> Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.<br /> <br /> My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York.<br /> <br /> I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in Sicily and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with him. It's time for him to step away from the business so he can enjoy his old age.<br /> <br /> Fk, has it already been fifteen years?<br /> <br /> Time flies when you're making money.<br /> <br /> No wonder Uncle Maurizio's been on my case about getting married. He's scared I'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.<br /> <br /> The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or still in school. Uncle Maurizio's been dropping hints that I should marry Valentina Toscano, who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.<br /> <br /> Vittoria's beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos.<br /> <br /> At least she's fking Sicilian.<br /> <br /> I shake my head again because I sure as fk don't want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.<br /> <br /> My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as I recall the feel of her silky hair.<br /> <br /> She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.<br /> <br /> The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I'll never hit a woman.<br /> <br /> Again, the memory of Vittoria flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.<br /> <br /> I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.<br /> <br /> The woman is fking beautiful.<br /> <br /> "Boss?" Big Ricky says to get my attention.<br /> <br /> I forgot the man was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vittoria Romano, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.<br /> <br /> Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter, "Let's head over to the club."<br /> <br /> Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Tori&Angelo's Pov<br /> Tori<br /> "You little fking bch!" Giorgio roars as I'm shoved into the house.<br /> <br /> My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio's mother, died. Now, it's filled with hopelessness and violence.<br /> <br /> Giorgio's palm connects with the back of my head, and stumbling, I lose my balance. I sprawl over the wooden floor that takes hours to polish, intense pain shuddering through my brain.<br /> <br /> My handbag slides beneath a side table, and before I can push myself up, Giorgio's foot connects with my right side.<br /> <br /> My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep the cry of pain from escaping.<br /> <br /> The first time he hit me, I was left with a black eye. I couldn't leave the house for two weeks. Everyone at the Parish asked where I was, and it upset Giorgio. Since then, he doesn't touch my face.<br /> <br /> "Because of you, I only have a month to find a fk-ton of money! I'll have to take a chunk out of my stocks."<br /> <br /> Another kick to my stomach makes theair explode from my lungs. My vision goes spotty, and an agonizing sound bursts over my lips.<br /> <br /> I feel tears fall down my cheeks as I gasp through the pain.<br /> <br /> It doesn't help to beg or argue. If I dare say a word, it will only anger Giorgio more. I manage to curl into a fetal position and wrap my arms around my waist.<br /> <br /> Giorgio shoves his boot against my back and puts his full weight on me as he sneers, "One of these days, I'm going to kill you."<br /> <br /> The pressure eases off my back, and I hear him stomp into the living room.<br /> <br /> Bastard.<br /> <br /> Pushing myself up, I suppress a groan from the pain radiating through my abdomen and torso. I don't bother grabbing my bag from beneath the side table, and using the wall for support, I stumble to my bedroom.<br /> <br /> Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it, and finally, in my safe space, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting flat on my butt.<br /> <br /> Silent tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.<br /> <br /> Just two more years...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Angelo<br /> For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in<br /> <br /> Giorgio. The fker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It's clear the man has no loyalty to his family.<br /> <br /> But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio's mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she's too fking terrified to dare lie to me.<br /> <br /> I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn't break eye contact.<br /> <br /> She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.<br /> <br /> I told him I'd kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal.<br /> <br /> It aggravates the fk out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria's innonence to me as payment for his debt. She's worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars.<br /> <br /> She's worth more than Giorgio's pathetic life.<br /> <br /> What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he'd rather sacrifice Vittoria's innocence.<br /> <br /> The fker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he'll pawn her off to a man who doesn't mind spoiled goods.<br /> <br /> I've also found out why he's waiting until she's twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it.<br /> <br /> It fking infuriates me.<br /> <br /> Staring at the woman who's popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is.<br /> <br /> When Tiny looked into Vittoria's life, he couldn't find a single black mark against her.<br /> <br /> Honestly, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.<br /> <br /> "Are we leaving?" Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny.<br /> <br /> "Yes." I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, "Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss," Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine.<br /> <br /> During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that's been presented to me.<br /> <br /> Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn't give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I'd take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency.<br /> <br /> There's still no urgency.<br /> <br /> But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up.<br /> <br /> I'll have something no other man has touched.<br /> <br /> The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio.<br /> <br /> I'm not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fker as if he's a mouse. <br /> <br /> I want to see how far he'll go before I kill him.<br /> <br /> When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order.<br /> <br /> Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it's quiet.<br /> <br /> I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don't trust a living soul.<br /> <br /> I keep my circle small because, in my world, it's the only way to stay alive.<br /> <br /> After a while, there's a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn't look like he's gotten any sleep since we last spoke.<br /> <br /> It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked.<br /> <br /> Tiny shoves the fker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror.<br /> <br /> I could kill him and just take Vittoria.<br /> <br /> My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, "If I take Vittoria for myself, I won't tolerate any interference from you."<br /> <br /> Confusion flutters over his face before it's followed by relief. "So you're taking her innonence in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?"<br /> <br /> I stare at the man until it looks like he's going to piss himself before I say, "I haven't made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do."<br /> <br /> "O-of c-c-course," he stammers. "I'm not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away."<br /> <br /> Tilting my head, I ask, "Is that something you think she'll do?"<br /> <br /> His head bobs up and down. "Since she was a teen, she's had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She's keeping herself pure for marriage."<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow on the fker for insulting Vittoria's childhood dream. If she marries me, she'll have a fking castle and everything her heart desires.<br /> <br /> "What else does she dream of?" I demand. "The usual bullshit. Being a mother." That's good to hear.<br /> <br /> Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fkers arm and shoving him out of my office.<br /> <br /> When I'm alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don't see any of the numbers.<br /> <br /> My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she's a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can't know about the wedding, I'll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don't want her f*king stepbrother knowing I'm taking more than just her innonence.<br /> <br /> Once I have her in front of the priest, she won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me.<br /> <br /> Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me?<br /> <br /> No. Not one bit.<br /> <br /> In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she'll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire.<br /> <br /> Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts.<br /> <br /> Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> ====<br /> Attending a party with my stepbrother, I'm in for the surprise of my life. It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. <br /> <br /> Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. <br /> <br /> Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse. There's no hiding. 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1,877,596	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-06-12 20:49	active	988	0	974124830823201			She witnessed the mafia boss kill someone and then fled, hoping to avoid any further interaction. Surprisingly, the ruthless mafia boss fell in love with her at first sight and forced her to become his wife...<br /> =====<br /> "By the end of the year, I'll be one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra." Giorgio says. "Mark my words."<br /> I almost let out a snort. Listening to my stepbrother go on and on about how important he is in the Cosa Nostra is ridiculous.<br /> Everyone knows there are only five bosses in the Cosa Nostra - Rizzo, Torrisi, Vitale, La Rosa, and Falco. The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.<br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, I've learned to fear the five families like the rest of the Sicilians who call New York their home.<br /> <br /> Even Giorgio is shit scared of them. He talks big in front of me, but when he has to speak to one of Angelo Rizzo's men, he's pathetically humble.<br /> <br /> Giorgio is all talk, and one day, it will get him killed.<br /> <br /> A girl can hope.<br /> <br /> Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.<br /> <br /> Forgive me, Father.<br /> <br /> Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà's place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio's head, and he's become downright unbearable to live with.<br /> <br /> My aunt on Mamma's side of the family asked Giorgio to let me live with them, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left.<br /> <br /> I was only sixteen, but Giorgio's word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I'm twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.<br /> <br /> I suspect he's only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five.<br /> <br /> He's already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women.<br /> <br /> Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can't blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our<br /> <br /> finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.<br /> <br /> Cettina, Giorgio's mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.<br /> <br /> But overnight, he changed into a different person. One that's violent, selfish, and greedy.<br /> <br /> I don't know what I'll do when I turn twenty-five in two years, but Giorgio won't get a dime from me. I'm hoping I can cash in my inheritance and run to somewhere he won't be able to find me.<br /> <br /> Clearing my throat, I murmur, "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes are on a beautiful woman who just came in, and he doesn't pay me any attention as I get up from my chair.<br /> <br /> Walking to the back of the restaurant, I glance around the establishment. The place is packed, and even though I've grown up around these people, they all feel like strangers.<br /> <br /> Every Friday we have lunch at Piccola Sicilia. The restaurant belongs to Angelo Rizzo, and I've only seen him a few times. It's never long enough to get a good look at him.<br /> <br /> Not that I want to. The five heads of the Cosa Nostra terrify the living crap out of me. They're known for being brutal when it comes to business.<br /> <br /> Whenever Giorgio was forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I'm the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded him for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs.<br /> <br /> He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he's holding out for my inheritance.<br /> <br /> The only solace I can find in the crappy situation is that Giorgio can't force me to marry him. We live in a tight-knit Sicilian community who would disapprove if he tried to marry me. After all, we were raised as brother and sister. It's my only saving grace and also the reason he hasn't<br /> <br /> looked at me in a sexual way. To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.<br /> <br /> I slip into the restroom, and after relieving myself, I wash my hands and touch up my lipstick. My eyes flit over the light peach summer dress I'm wearing, making sure the fabric isn't stuck in my underwear. It happened to Aida when we were fourteen, and I almost died of second-hand embarrassment for my cousin. Since then, I always check my clothes to ensure nothing is out of place.<br /> <br /> My gaze locks on my reflection in the mirror, and I lift my chin.<br /> <br /> Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.<br /> <br /> As I step out of the restroom to return to the table, an office door opens to my right. Not thinking, I glance in the direction of the sound, and instantly, I'm doused in ice.<br /> <br /> I have a clear view of Angelo Rizzo, who's gripping a man by his neck. I can't hear what's being said, but as Big Ricky comes out of the office, I see Angelo slam a knife into the man's throat.<br /> <br /> Mother of God.<br /> <br /> The squeak escaping me has Big Ricky's eyes snapping in my direction.<br /> <br /> Crap!<br /> <br /> My heart instantly hammers against my ribs, and I quickly dart to the left. I know it's stupid of me to run, but my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and flight always wins.<br /> <br /> I don't even reach the end of the hallway before being grabbed by the arm and hauled back to the office.<br /> <br /> NoNoNoNoNo!<br /> <br /> "I didn't see anything," I plead. Big Ricky ignores me, which has me begging, "I won't tell anyone. Please."<br /> <br /> I'm shoved into the office and stumble forward. My eyes lock on Mr. Rizzo, who's wiping the blood from the knife, and the sight brings me to a dead stop.<br /> <br /> His head is lowered, and focused on cleaning every crimson drop from the blade, he orders with a low and threatening tone, "Remove the body."<br /> <br /> With wide eyes, I watch as the man's body is dragged out of a side door by Tiny, who doesn't even break a sweat. Then again, he's a mountain of a man. The trail of blood smeared on the tiled floor almost makes me gag.<br /> <br /> Father, I've been a good girl. I've never dated and kept myself pure for marriage. I attend church every Sunday. Please get me out of this mess. You owe me.<br /> <br /> Slowly, Mr. Rizzo lifts his head, and when his hazel eyes lock on me, shivers of fear rush through my body.<br /> <br /> Crap.<br /> <br /> Just one look from Angelo Rizzo and my mouth goes bone dry. I swallow hard on the lump of panic in my throat.<br /> <br /> His eyes crawl from my head to the sandals on my feet before they flick to Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> "She saw what happened," Big Ricky explains.<br /> <br /> I quickly shake my head, and my voice quivers as I plead, "I won't tell anyone. I promise."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts his hand, and while his thumb scratches his bottom lip, his eyes lock on me once more.<br /> <br /> The brutality in his gaze delivers a punch to my stomach.<br /> <br /> Father, I don't want to die. Get me out of this mess, and I'll do anything you want.<br /> <br /> Tiny comes back into the office, and without taking his eyes off me, Mr.<br /> <br /> Rizzo hands the murder weapon to him.<br /> <br /> "She's Romano's sister," Big Ricky informs his boss.<br /> <br /> If my heart beats any faster, I'm going to pass out.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts an eyebrow. "Vittoria."<br /> <br /> He knows my name?<br /> <br /> Of course, he does. I'm pretty sure nothing happens in his territory without him knowing.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo takes a deep breath while slowly stalking closer to me. "I haven't seen you since your father's funeral."<br /> <br /> The urge to back away overwhelms me, but by the grace of God, I manage to stand still.<br /> <br /> When he stops mere inches from me, I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.<br /> <br /> If I weren't so freaking terrified, I'd take the time to admire the man's attractiveness. His black hair is in stark contrast with his hazel eyes. There are tiny golden flecks that make it look like flames are burning in his<br /> <br /> brown-green irises. I know he's in his early thirties and still unmarried because he's too busy ruling over his territory with an iron fist.<br /> <br /> When Tiny stands close behind Mr. Rizzo, I realize they're the same height. Easily two and a half heads taller than me.<br /> <br /> Where Tiny is all bulging muscles and brute strength, Mr. Rizzo's body is firmer, giving me the impression of stealth and death cloaked in an expensive suit.<br /> <br /> Tiny has a round face, whereas Mr. Rizzo has a sharp jaw.<br /> <br /> My eyes keep flitting between the two men while I'm overly conscious of Big Ricky behind me.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes remain locked on my face, and when I can't stand the pressure anymore, I whimper, "I won't tell anyone what I saw."<br /> <br /> A frown line appears between his eyebrows, and his words are soft and dangerous as he murmurs, "I know."<br /> <br /> What does that mean? Am I free to go, or is he going to kill me? GOD!<br /> <br /> When Mr. Rizzo suddenly lifts his hand to my face, I cringe back and let out a frightened sound. I pinch my eyes shut, and fisting my hands at my sides, I try to brace for the punch.<br /> <br /> My skin stretches tightly over my cheekbones and jaw, and I clench my teeth.<br /> <br /> Seconds pass, and when I feel something tug at my hair, my eyes fly open.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's gaze watches me closely while he wraps a curl of my hair around his forefinger.<br /> <br /> Confused by what he's doing, I startle again when Giorgio's voice booms outside the office. "For fk sake. Tori, get your ass out of the restroom!"<br /> <br /> I hear Big Ricky move, then the hinges of the office door squeak, and he says, "Your sister is with Mr. Rizzo."<br /> <br /> "What?" Giorgio gasps.<br /> <br /> I hear more movement behind me, but my eyes remain on the biggest threat in the office. Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> "What did you do?" Giorgio hisses at me.<br /> <br /> A frown forms on Mr. Rizzo's forehead, and as he lets go of the curl, I nervously brush my hand over my hair while quickly taking a step away from the terrifying man.<br /> <br /> Needing to explain myself, I ramble, "As I came out of the restroom, the office door opened. It drew my attention, and I accidentally saw Mr. Rizzo…ah…do something. I didn't mean to look. It just happened." My hand flies to my chest, and covering my racing heart, I swear, "I won't tell anyone."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes flick to Big Ricky. "Escort Miss Romano to a table and get her a cup of coffee while I speak with her brother."<br /> <br /> Huh?<br /> <br /> Not sure I heard right, I ask, "I get to leave?"<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's penetrating gaze returns to me. "For now."<br /> <br /> Intense relief washes through me as I quickly exit the office with Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> I cautiously glance at Big Ricky, who's not much taller than me. "I'm really sorry."<br /> <br /> With the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, he nods. "It's okay, bellissima." He leads me to a table and nods at the chair. "You can wait here while Mr. Rizzo talks to your brother."<br /> <br /> "Stepbrother," I correct him. Big Ricky looks the least threatening of the bunch, which gives me the courage to ask, "How much trouble am I in?"<br /> <br /> He shakes his head. "As long as you keep quiet, you'll be fine."<br /> <br /> More relief floods me, and with hope filling my heart, I ask, "Really?"<br /> <br /> He nods again before gesturing for a server to come closer. "Bring a cup of coffee for Miss. Romano."<br /> <br /> When the server leaves, Big Ricky looks at me again. "Stay right here."<br /> <br /> I nod and watch as he walks toward a table where three men are enjoying lunch.<br /> <br /> Letting out a breath, I slump in the chair while wiping my palm over my forehead.<br /> <br /> Dear God. That was intense.<br /> <br /> I stare at the table as the terrifying past few minutes replay in my mind.<br /> <br /> Crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble with Giorgio.<br /> <br /> A heavy feeling settles over my shoulders, and I glance at the hallway again.<br /> <br /> I can't believe I just came face-to-face with Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> God, the man is intense.<br /> <br /> And handsome. And freaking scary.<br /> <br /> Now that I'm no longer in the direct line of fire, I realize just how attractive Angelo Rizzo is. I understand why Aida, my cousin, was so infatuated with the man when I saw her a couple of months ago at a family gathering.<br /> <br /> He might be one of the most attractive men I've ever seen, but it doesn't take away from how terrifying he is. If anything, it adds to it.<br /> <br /> Father, it's me again. Thanks for saving my butt.<br /> <br /> My thoughts turn to the murder I witnessed, and it brings all the fear back.<br /> <br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, you'd think I'd be used to crime and corruption, but that's not the case for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing someone die.<br /> <br /> Just two more years, then you can make a clean break from Giorgio and this world.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 Angelo's Pov<br /> As Vittoria is escorted out of the office, I walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.<br /> <br /> My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he's about to shit himself.<br /> <br /> He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn't done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that's starting to cost me money.<br /> <br /> "I hear you like spending time at Fallen Angels," I mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.<br /> <br /> The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Giorgio says.<br /> <br /> When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.<br /> <br /> No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.<br /> <br /> "What is his tab standing at?" I ask.<br /> <br /> I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Giorgio the impression I have any interest in his life.<br /> <br /> "Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head.<br /> <br /> Giorgio begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."<br /> <br /> "Yes, you will," I say. "Today."<br /> <br /> His eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."<br /> <br /> With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step toward Giorgio, which has him rambling,<br /> <br /> "I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fker.<br /> <br /> His scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then he adds, "I'm the only family Tori has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."<br /> <br /> I've heard that before.<br /> <br /> Usually, right before I kill someone.<br /> <br /> But the debt is not the reason Giorgio is standing in front of me. If it were, he'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been his last day if it weren't for his little sister.<br /> <br /> Vittoria Romano.<br /> <br /> I've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.<br /> <br /> I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vittoria's eyes had a certain part of my body hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.<br /> <br /> I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.<br /> <br /> I have a healthy sx drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as fk. There's also the matter of my uncle, who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.<br /> <br /> Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.<br /> <br /> "Vittoria is twenty-three," I mention.<br /> <br /> The capos of the Cosa Nostra have a right to know the status of any woman who's of marrying age. In most cases, they must give their blessing when a marriage is arranged.<br /> <br /> Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."<br /> <br /> "Yes." His head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's twenty- five before arranging a marriage for her."<br /> <br /> Finding the fker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."<br /> <br /> Why wait until she's twenty-five?<br /> <br /> I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vittoria's personal life after I've dealt with her brother.<br /> <br /> Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vittoria without my blessing."<br /> <br /> I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever I deem good enough.<br /> <br /> Giorgio nods, then asks, "About the debt, sir. Is a month okay?"<br /> <br /> For now.<br /> <br /> I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fker to leave.<br /> <br /> As soon as he's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vittoria Romano."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss." He hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Duncan's body?"<br /> <br /> "Drop it off at his house so his family can bury him." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."<br /> <br /> Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."<br /> <br /> I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," he mentions.<br /> <br /> I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. <br /> <br /> Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.<br /> <br /> My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York.<br /> <br /> I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in Sicily and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with him. It's time for him to step away from the business so he can enjoy his old age.<br /> <br /> Fk, has it already been fifteen years?<br /> <br /> Time flies when you're making money.<br /> <br /> No wonder Uncle Maurizio's been on my case about getting married. He's scared I'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.<br /> <br /> The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or still in school. Uncle Maurizio's been dropping hints that I should marry Valentina Toscano, who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.<br /> <br /> Vittoria's beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos.<br /> <br /> At least she's fking Sicilian.<br /> <br /> I shake my head again because I sure as fk don't want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.<br /> <br /> My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as I recall the feel of her silky hair.<br /> <br /> She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.<br /> <br /> The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I'll never hit a woman.<br /> <br /> Again, the memory of Vittoria flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.<br /> <br /> I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.<br /> <br /> The woman is fking beautiful.<br /> <br /> "Boss?" Big Ricky says to get my attention.<br /> <br /> I forgot the man was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vittoria Romano, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.<br /> <br /> Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter, "Let's head over to the club."<br /> <br /> Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Tori&Angelo's Pov<br /> Tori<br /> "You little fking bch!" Giorgio roars as I'm shoved into the house.<br /> <br /> My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio's mother, died. Now, it's filled with hopelessness and violence.<br /> <br /> Giorgio's palm connects with the back of my head, and stumbling, I lose my balance. I sprawl over the wooden floor that takes hours to polish, intense pain shuddering through my brain.<br /> <br /> My handbag slides beneath a side table, and before I can push myself up, Giorgio's foot connects with my right side.<br /> <br /> My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep the cry of pain from escaping.<br /> <br /> The first time he hit me, I was left with a black eye. I couldn't leave the house for two weeks. Everyone at the Parish asked where I was, and it upset Giorgio. Since then, he doesn't touch my face.<br /> <br /> "Because of you, I only have a month to find a fk-ton of money! I'll have to take a chunk out of my stocks."<br /> <br /> Another kick to my stomach makes theair explode from my lungs. My vision goes spotty, and an agonizing sound bursts over my lips.<br /> <br /> I feel tears fall down my cheeks as I gasp through the pain.<br /> <br /> It doesn't help to beg or argue. If I dare say a word, it will only anger Giorgio more. I manage to curl into a fetal position and wrap my arms around my waist.<br /> <br /> Giorgio shoves his boot against my back and puts his full weight on me as he sneers, "One of these days, I'm going to kill you."<br /> <br /> The pressure eases off my back, and I hear him stomp into the living room.<br /> <br /> Bastard.<br /> <br /> Pushing myself up, I suppress a groan from the pain radiating through my abdomen and torso. I don't bother grabbing my bag from beneath the side table, and using the wall for support, I stumble to my bedroom.<br /> <br /> Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it, and finally, in my safe space, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting flat on my butt.<br /> <br /> Silent tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.<br /> <br /> Just two more years...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Angelo<br /> For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in<br /> <br /> Giorgio. The fker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It's clear the man has no loyalty to his family.<br /> <br /> But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio's mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she's too fking terrified to dare lie to me.<br /> <br /> I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn't break eye contact.<br /> <br /> She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.<br /> <br /> I told him I'd kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal.<br /> <br /> It aggravates the fk out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria's innonence to me as payment for his debt. She's worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars.<br /> <br /> She's worth more than Giorgio's pathetic life.<br /> <br /> What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he'd rather sacrifice Vittoria's innocence.<br /> <br /> The fker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he'll pawn her off to a man who doesn't mind spoiled goods.<br /> <br /> I've also found out why he's waiting until she's twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it.<br /> <br /> It fking infuriates me.<br /> <br /> Staring at the woman who's popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is.<br /> <br /> When Tiny looked into Vittoria's life, he couldn't find a single black mark against her.<br /> <br /> Honestly, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.<br /> <br /> "Are we leaving?" Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny.<br /> <br /> "Yes." I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, "Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss," Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine.<br /> <br /> During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that's been presented to me.<br /> <br /> Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn't give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I'd take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency.<br /> <br /> There's still no urgency.<br /> <br /> But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up.<br /> <br /> I'll have something no other man has touched.<br /> <br /> The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio.<br /> <br /> I'm not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fker as if he's a mouse. <br /> <br /> I want to see how far he'll go before I kill him.<br /> <br /> When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order.<br /> <br /> Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it's quiet.<br /> <br /> I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don't trust a living soul.<br /> <br /> I keep my circle small because, in my world, it's the only way to stay alive.<br /> <br /> After a while, there's a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn't look like he's gotten any sleep since we last spoke.<br /> <br /> It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked.<br /> <br /> Tiny shoves the fker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror.<br /> <br /> I could kill him and just take Vittoria.<br /> <br /> My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, "If I take Vittoria for myself, I won't tolerate any interference from you."<br /> <br /> Confusion flutters over his face before it's followed by relief. "So you're taking her innonence in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?"<br /> <br /> I stare at the man until it looks like he's going to piss himself before I say, "I haven't made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do."<br /> <br /> "O-of c-c-course," he stammers. "I'm not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away."<br /> <br /> Tilting my head, I ask, "Is that something you think she'll do?"<br /> <br /> His head bobs up and down. "Since she was a teen, she's had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She's keeping herself pure for marriage."<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow on the fker for insulting Vittoria's childhood dream. If she marries me, she'll have a fking castle and everything her heart desires.<br /> <br /> "What else does she dream of?" I demand. "The usual bullshit. Being a mother." That's good to hear.<br /> <br /> Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fkers arm and shoving him out of my office.<br /> <br /> When I'm alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don't see any of the numbers.<br /> <br /> My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she's a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can't know about the wedding, I'll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don't want her f*king stepbrother knowing I'm taking more than just her innonence.<br /> <br /> Once I have her in front of the priest, she won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me.<br /> <br /> Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me?<br /> <br /> No. Not one bit.<br /> <br /> In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she'll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire.<br /> <br /> Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts.<br /> <br /> Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> ====<br /> Attending a party with my stepbrother, I'm in for the surprise of my life. It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. <br /> <br /> Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. <br /> <br /> Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse. There's no hiding. 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The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.<br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, I've learned to fear the five families like the rest of the Sicilians who call New York their home.<br /> <br /> Even Giorgio is shit scared of them. He talks big in front of me, but when he has to speak to one of Angelo Rizzo's men, he's pathetically humble.<br /> <br /> Giorgio is all talk, and one day, it will get him killed.<br /> <br /> A girl can hope.<br /> <br /> Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.<br /> <br /> Forgive me, Father.<br /> <br /> Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà's place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio's head, and he's become downright unbearable to live with.<br /> <br /> My aunt on Mamma's side of the family asked Giorgio to let me live with them, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left.<br /> <br /> I was only sixteen, but Giorgio's word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I'm twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.<br /> <br /> I suspect he's only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five.<br /> <br /> He's already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women.<br /> <br /> Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can't blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our<br /> <br /> finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.<br /> <br /> Cettina, Giorgio's mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.<br /> <br /> But overnight, he changed into a different person. One that's violent, selfish, and greedy.<br /> <br /> I don't know what I'll do when I turn twenty-five in two years, but Giorgio won't get a dime from me. I'm hoping I can cash in my inheritance and run to somewhere he won't be able to find me.<br /> <br /> Clearing my throat, I murmur, "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes are on a beautiful woman who just came in, and he doesn't pay me any attention as I get up from my chair.<br /> <br /> Walking to the back of the restaurant, I glance around the establishment. The place is packed, and even though I've grown up around these people, they all feel like strangers.<br /> <br /> Every Friday we have lunch at Piccola Sicilia. The restaurant belongs to Angelo Rizzo, and I've only seen him a few times. It's never long enough to get a good look at him.<br /> <br /> Not that I want to. The five heads of the Cosa Nostra terrify the living crap out of me. They're known for being brutal when it comes to business.<br /> <br /> Whenever Giorgio was forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I'm the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded him for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs.<br /> <br /> He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he's holding out for my inheritance.<br /> <br /> The only solace I can find in the crappy situation is that Giorgio can't force me to marry him. We live in a tight-knit Sicilian community who would disapprove if he tried to marry me. After all, we were raised as brother and sister. It's my only saving grace and also the reason he hasn't<br /> <br /> looked at me in a sexual way. To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.<br /> <br /> I slip into the restroom, and after relieving myself, I wash my hands and touch up my lipstick. My eyes flit over the light peach summer dress I'm wearing, making sure the fabric isn't stuck in my underwear. It happened to Aida when we were fourteen, and I almost died of second-hand embarrassment for my cousin. Since then, I always check my clothes to ensure nothing is out of place.<br /> <br /> My gaze locks on my reflection in the mirror, and I lift my chin.<br /> <br /> Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.<br /> <br /> As I step out of the restroom to return to the table, an office door opens to my right. Not thinking, I glance in the direction of the sound, and instantly, I'm doused in ice.<br /> <br /> I have a clear view of Angelo Rizzo, who's gripping a man by his neck. I can't hear what's being said, but as Big Ricky comes out of the office, I see Angelo slam a knife into the man's throat.<br /> <br /> Mother of God.<br /> <br /> The squeak escaping me has Big Ricky's eyes snapping in my direction.<br /> <br /> Crap!<br /> <br /> My heart instantly hammers against my ribs, and I quickly dart to the left. I know it's stupid of me to run, but my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and flight always wins.<br /> <br /> I don't even reach the end of the hallway before being grabbed by the arm and hauled back to the office.<br /> <br /> NoNoNoNoNo!<br /> <br /> "I didn't see anything," I plead. Big Ricky ignores me, which has me begging, "I won't tell anyone. Please."<br /> <br /> I'm shoved into the office and stumble forward. My eyes lock on Mr. Rizzo, who's wiping the blood from the knife, and the sight brings me to a dead stop.<br /> <br /> His head is lowered, and focused on cleaning every crimson drop from the blade, he orders with a low and threatening tone, "Remove the body."<br /> <br /> With wide eyes, I watch as the man's body is dragged out of a side door by Tiny, who doesn't even break a sweat. Then again, he's a mountain of a man. The trail of blood smeared on the tiled floor almost makes me gag.<br /> <br /> Father, I've been a good girl. I've never dated and kept myself pure for marriage. I attend church every Sunday. Please get me out of this mess. You owe me.<br /> <br /> Slowly, Mr. Rizzo lifts his head, and when his hazel eyes lock on me, shivers of fear rush through my body.<br /> <br /> Crap.<br /> <br /> Just one look from Angelo Rizzo and my mouth goes bone dry. 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The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.<br /> <br /> The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Giorgio says.<br /> <br /> When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.<br /> <br /> No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.<br /> <br /> "What is his tab standing at?" I ask.<br /> <br /> I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Giorgio the impression I have any interest in his life.<br /> <br /> "Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head.<br /> <br /> Giorgio begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."<br /> <br /> "Yes, you will," I say. "Today."<br /> <br /> His eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."<br /> <br /> With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step toward Giorgio, which has him rambling,<br /> <br /> "I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fker.<br /> <br /> His scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then he adds, "I'm the only family Tori has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."<br /> <br /> I've heard that before.<br /> <br /> Usually, right before I kill someone.<br /> <br /> But the debt is not the reason Giorgio is standing in front of me. If it were, he'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been his last day if it weren't for his little sister.<br /> <br /> Vittoria Romano.<br /> <br /> I've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.<br /> <br /> I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vittoria's eyes had a certain part of my body hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.<br /> <br /> I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.<br /> <br /> I have a healthy sx drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as fk. There's also the matter of my uncle, who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.<br /> <br /> Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.<br /> <br /> "Vittoria is twenty-three," I mention.<br /> <br /> The capos of the Cosa Nostra have a right to know the status of any woman who's of marrying age. In most cases, they must give their blessing when a marriage is arranged.<br /> <br /> Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."<br /> <br /> "Yes." His head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's twenty- five before arranging a marriage for her."<br /> <br /> Finding the fker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."<br /> <br /> Why wait until she's twenty-five?<br /> <br /> I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vittoria's personal life after I've dealt with her brother.<br /> <br /> Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vittoria without my blessing."<br /> <br /> I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever I deem good enough.<br /> <br /> Giorgio nods, then asks, "About the debt, sir. Is a month okay?"<br /> <br /> For now.<br /> <br /> I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fker to leave.<br /> <br /> As soon as he's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vittoria Romano."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss." He hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Duncan's body?"<br /> <br /> "Drop it off at his house so his family can bury him." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."<br /> <br /> Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."<br /> <br /> I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," he mentions.<br /> <br /> I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. <br /> <br /> Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.<br /> <br /> My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York.<br /> <br /> I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in Sicily and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with him. It's time for him to step away from the business so he can enjoy his old age.<br /> <br /> Fk, has it already been fifteen years?<br /> <br /> Time flies when you're making money.<br /> <br /> No wonder Uncle Maurizio's been on my case about getting married. He's scared I'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.<br /> <br /> The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or still in school. Uncle Maurizio's been dropping hints that I should marry Valentina Toscano, who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.<br /> <br /> Vittoria's beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos.<br /> <br /> At least she's fking Sicilian.<br /> <br /> I shake my head again because I sure as fk don't want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.<br /> <br /> My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as I recall the feel of her silky hair.<br /> <br /> She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.<br /> <br /> The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I'll never hit a woman.<br /> <br /> Again, the memory of Vittoria flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.<br /> <br /> I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.<br /> <br /> The woman is fking beautiful.<br /> <br /> "Boss?" Big Ricky says to get my attention.<br /> <br /> I forgot the man was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vittoria Romano, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.<br /> <br /> Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter, "Let's head over to the club."<br /> <br /> Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Tori&Angelo's Pov<br /> Tori<br /> "You little fking bch!" Giorgio roars as I'm shoved into the house.<br /> <br /> My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio's mother, died. Now, it's filled with hopelessness and violence.<br /> <br /> Giorgio's palm connects with the back of my head, and stumbling, I lose my balance. I sprawl over the wooden floor that takes hours to polish, intense pain shuddering through my brain.<br /> <br /> My handbag slides beneath a side table, and before I can push myself up, Giorgio's foot connects with my right side.<br /> <br /> My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep the cry of pain from escaping.<br /> <br /> The first time he hit me, I was left with a black eye. I couldn't leave the house for two weeks. Everyone at the Parish asked where I was, and it upset Giorgio. Since then, he doesn't touch my face.<br /> <br /> "Because of you, I only have a month to find a fk-ton of money! I'll have to take a chunk out of my stocks."<br /> <br /> Another kick to my stomach makes theair explode from my lungs. My vision goes spotty, and an agonizing sound bursts over my lips.<br /> <br /> I feel tears fall down my cheeks as I gasp through the pain.<br /> <br /> It doesn't help to beg or argue. If I dare say a word, it will only anger Giorgio more. I manage to curl into a fetal position and wrap my arms around my waist.<br /> <br /> Giorgio shoves his boot against my back and puts his full weight on me as he sneers, "One of these days, I'm going to kill you."<br /> <br /> The pressure eases off my back, and I hear him stomp into the living room.<br /> <br /> Bastard.<br /> <br /> Pushing myself up, I suppress a groan from the pain radiating through my abdomen and torso. I don't bother grabbing my bag from beneath the side table, and using the wall for support, I stumble to my bedroom.<br /> <br /> Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it, and finally, in my safe space, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting flat on my butt.<br /> <br /> Silent tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.<br /> <br /> Just two more years...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Angelo<br /> For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in<br /> <br /> Giorgio. The fker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It's clear the man has no loyalty to his family.<br /> <br /> But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio's mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she's too fking terrified to dare lie to me.<br /> <br /> I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn't break eye contact.<br /> <br /> She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.<br /> <br /> I told him I'd kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal.<br /> <br /> It aggravates the fk out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria's innonence to me as payment for his debt. She's worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars.<br /> <br /> She's worth more than Giorgio's pathetic life.<br /> <br /> What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he'd rather sacrifice Vittoria's innocence.<br /> <br /> The fker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he'll pawn her off to a man who doesn't mind spoiled goods.<br /> <br /> I've also found out why he's waiting until she's twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it.<br /> <br /> It fking infuriates me.<br /> <br /> Staring at the woman who's popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is.<br /> <br /> When Tiny looked into Vittoria's life, he couldn't find a single black mark against her.<br /> <br /> Honestly, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.<br /> <br /> "Are we leaving?" Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny.<br /> <br /> "Yes." I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, "Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss," Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine.<br /> <br /> During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that's been presented to me.<br /> <br /> Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn't give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I'd take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency.<br /> <br /> There's still no urgency.<br /> <br /> But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up.<br /> <br /> I'll have something no other man has touched.<br /> <br /> The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio.<br /> <br /> I'm not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fker as if he's a mouse. <br /> <br /> I want to see how far he'll go before I kill him.<br /> <br /> When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order.<br /> <br /> Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it's quiet.<br /> <br /> I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don't trust a living soul.<br /> <br /> I keep my circle small because, in my world, it's the only way to stay alive.<br /> <br /> After a while, there's a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn't look like he's gotten any sleep since we last spoke.<br /> <br /> It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked.<br /> <br /> Tiny shoves the fker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror.<br /> <br /> I could kill him and just take Vittoria.<br /> <br /> My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, "If I take Vittoria for myself, I won't tolerate any interference from you."<br /> <br /> Confusion flutters over his face before it's followed by relief. "So you're taking her innonence in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?"<br /> <br /> I stare at the man until it looks like he's going to piss himself before I say, "I haven't made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do."<br /> <br /> "O-of c-c-course," he stammers. "I'm not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away."<br /> <br /> Tilting my head, I ask, "Is that something you think she'll do?"<br /> <br /> His head bobs up and down. "Since she was a teen, she's had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She's keeping herself pure for marriage."<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow on the fker for insulting Vittoria's childhood dream. If she marries me, she'll have a fking castle and everything her heart desires.<br /> <br /> "What else does she dream of?" I demand. "The usual bullshit. Being a mother." That's good to hear.<br /> <br /> Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fkers arm and shoving him out of my office.<br /> <br /> When I'm alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don't see any of the numbers.<br /> <br /> My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she's a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can't know about the wedding, I'll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don't want her f*king stepbrother knowing I'm taking more than just her innonence.<br /> <br /> Once I have her in front of the priest, she won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me.<br /> <br /> Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me?<br /> <br /> No. Not one bit.<br /> <br /> In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she'll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire.<br /> <br /> Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts.<br /> <br /> Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> ====<br /> Attending a party with my stepbrother, I'm in for the surprise of my life. It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. <br /> <br /> Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. <br /> <br /> Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse. There's no hiding. 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1,877,582	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1877579}'	Yes	2024-06-12 20:49	active	988	0	431037279814214		The Mafia King's Doll	She witnessed the mafia boss kill someone and then fled, hoping to avoid any further interaction. Surprisingly, the ruthless mafia boss fell in love with her at first sight and forced her to become his wife...<br /> =====<br /> "By the end of the year, I'll be one of the bosses of the Cosa Nostra." Giorgio says. "Mark my words."<br /> I almost let out a snort. Listening to my stepbrother go on and on about how important he is in the Cosa Nostra is ridiculous.<br /> Everyone knows there are only five bosses in the Cosa Nostra - Rizzo, Torrisi, Vitale, La Rosa, and Falco. The five families run New York, and no one dares go against them.<br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, I've learned to fear the five families like the rest of the Sicilians who call New York their home.<br /> <br /> Even Giorgio is shit scared of them. He talks big in front of me, but when he has to speak to one of Angelo Rizzo's men, he's pathetically humble.<br /> <br /> Giorgio is all talk, and one day, it will get him killed.<br /> <br /> A girl can hope.<br /> <br /> Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt for wishing my stepbrother dead.<br /> <br /> Forgive me, Father.<br /> <br /> Since my father and stepmother died in a car accident seven years ago, Giorgio took over Papà's place in the Cosa Nostra. It went straight to Giorgio's head, and he's become downright unbearable to live with.<br /> <br /> My aunt on Mamma's side of the family asked Giorgio to let me live with them, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sadly, my mamma died of pneumonia when I was three years old, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin are the only family I have left.<br /> <br /> I was only sixteen, but Giorgio's word was law in our family, so no one dared go against him. Now I'm twenty-three and still stuck with the bastard.<br /> <br /> I suspect he's only holding onto me to get my share of the inheritance that will pay out when I turn twenty-five.<br /> <br /> He's already blown through more than half of his share, wasting it on gambling, alcohol, and women.<br /> <br /> Giorgio was the perfect stepson to my father. Papà even adopted Giorgio as his own, so I can't blame Papà for leaving him in charge of our<br /> <br /> finances. Even I was shocked when I learned what a vile person Giorgio really is.<br /> <br /> Cettina, Giorgio's mother, and Papà got married two years after Mamma died. I was five, and Giorgio was thirteen, so we grew up as brother and sister.<br /> <br /> But overnight, he changed into a different person. One that's violent, selfish, and greedy.<br /> <br /> I don't know what I'll do when I turn twenty-five in two years, but Giorgio won't get a dime from me. I'm hoping I can cash in my inheritance and run to somewhere he won't be able to find me.<br /> <br /> Clearing my throat, I murmur, "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes are on a beautiful woman who just came in, and he doesn't pay me any attention as I get up from my chair.<br /> <br /> Walking to the back of the restaurant, I glance around the establishment. The place is packed, and even though I've grown up around these people, they all feel like strangers.<br /> <br /> Every Friday we have lunch at Piccola Sicilia. The restaurant belongs to Angelo Rizzo, and I've only seen him a few times. It's never long enough to get a good look at him.<br /> <br /> Not that I want to. The five heads of the Cosa Nostra terrify the living crap out of me. They're known for being brutal when it comes to business.<br /> <br /> Whenever Giorgio was forced to eat a slice of humble pie, I'm the one who suffers. The last time Big Ricky scolded him for being late for work, Giorgio broke two of my ribs.<br /> <br /> He seldom leaves marks on my face because he loves to parade me in front of the single men in the Cosa Nostra. I know he plans to marry me off to one of them, but he's holding out for my inheritance.<br /> <br /> The only solace I can find in the crappy situation is that Giorgio can't force me to marry him. We live in a tight-knit Sicilian community who would disapprove if he tried to marry me. After all, we were raised as brother and sister. It's my only saving grace and also the reason he hasn't<br /> <br /> looked at me in a sexual way. To Giorgio, the only thing that matters is getting his grubby hands on my inheritance.<br /> <br /> I slip into the restroom, and after relieving myself, I wash my hands and touch up my lipstick. My eyes flit over the light peach summer dress I'm wearing, making sure the fabric isn't stuck in my underwear. It happened to Aida when we were fourteen, and I almost died of second-hand embarrassment for my cousin. Since then, I always check my clothes to ensure nothing is out of place.<br /> <br /> My gaze locks on my reflection in the mirror, and I lift my chin.<br /> <br /> Just two more years of this hell, then you can run away and create a new life for yourself.<br /> <br /> As I step out of the restroom to return to the table, an office door opens to my right. Not thinking, I glance in the direction of the sound, and instantly, I'm doused in ice.<br /> <br /> I have a clear view of Angelo Rizzo, who's gripping a man by his neck. I can't hear what's being said, but as Big Ricky comes out of the office, I see Angelo slam a knife into the man's throat.<br /> <br /> Mother of God.<br /> <br /> The squeak escaping me has Big Ricky's eyes snapping in my direction.<br /> <br /> Crap!<br /> <br /> My heart instantly hammers against my ribs, and I quickly dart to the left. I know it's stupid of me to run, but my flight or fight instinct kicks in, and flight always wins.<br /> <br /> I don't even reach the end of the hallway before being grabbed by the arm and hauled back to the office.<br /> <br /> NoNoNoNoNo!<br /> <br /> "I didn't see anything," I plead. Big Ricky ignores me, which has me begging, "I won't tell anyone. Please."<br /> <br /> I'm shoved into the office and stumble forward. My eyes lock on Mr. Rizzo, who's wiping the blood from the knife, and the sight brings me to a dead stop.<br /> <br /> His head is lowered, and focused on cleaning every crimson drop from the blade, he orders with a low and threatening tone, "Remove the body."<br /> <br /> With wide eyes, I watch as the man's body is dragged out of a side door by Tiny, who doesn't even break a sweat. Then again, he's a mountain of a man. The trail of blood smeared on the tiled floor almost makes me gag.<br /> <br /> Father, I've been a good girl. I've never dated and kept myself pure for marriage. I attend church every Sunday. Please get me out of this mess. You owe me.<br /> <br /> Slowly, Mr. Rizzo lifts his head, and when his hazel eyes lock on me, shivers of fear rush through my body.<br /> <br /> Crap.<br /> <br /> Just one look from Angelo Rizzo and my mouth goes bone dry. I swallow hard on the lump of panic in my throat.<br /> <br /> His eyes crawl from my head to the sandals on my feet before they flick to Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> "She saw what happened," Big Ricky explains.<br /> <br /> I quickly shake my head, and my voice quivers as I plead, "I won't tell anyone. I promise."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts his hand, and while his thumb scratches his bottom lip, his eyes lock on me once more.<br /> <br /> The brutality in his gaze delivers a punch to my stomach.<br /> <br /> Father, I don't want to die. Get me out of this mess, and I'll do anything you want.<br /> <br /> Tiny comes back into the office, and without taking his eyes off me, Mr.<br /> <br /> Rizzo hands the murder weapon to him.<br /> <br /> "She's Romano's sister," Big Ricky informs his boss.<br /> <br /> If my heart beats any faster, I'm going to pass out.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo lifts an eyebrow. "Vittoria."<br /> <br /> He knows my name?<br /> <br /> Of course, he does. I'm pretty sure nothing happens in his territory without him knowing.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo takes a deep breath while slowly stalking closer to me. "I haven't seen you since your father's funeral."<br /> <br /> The urge to back away overwhelms me, but by the grace of God, I manage to stand still.<br /> <br /> When he stops mere inches from me, I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.<br /> <br /> If I weren't so freaking terrified, I'd take the time to admire the man's attractiveness. His black hair is in stark contrast with his hazel eyes. There are tiny golden flecks that make it look like flames are burning in his<br /> <br /> brown-green irises. I know he's in his early thirties and still unmarried because he's too busy ruling over his territory with an iron fist.<br /> <br /> When Tiny stands close behind Mr. Rizzo, I realize they're the same height. Easily two and a half heads taller than me.<br /> <br /> Where Tiny is all bulging muscles and brute strength, Mr. Rizzo's body is firmer, giving me the impression of stealth and death cloaked in an expensive suit.<br /> <br /> Tiny has a round face, whereas Mr. Rizzo has a sharp jaw.<br /> <br /> My eyes keep flitting between the two men while I'm overly conscious of Big Ricky behind me.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes remain locked on my face, and when I can't stand the pressure anymore, I whimper, "I won't tell anyone what I saw."<br /> <br /> A frown line appears between his eyebrows, and his words are soft and dangerous as he murmurs, "I know."<br /> <br /> What does that mean? Am I free to go, or is he going to kill me? GOD!<br /> <br /> When Mr. Rizzo suddenly lifts his hand to my face, I cringe back and let out a frightened sound. I pinch my eyes shut, and fisting my hands at my sides, I try to brace for the punch.<br /> <br /> My skin stretches tightly over my cheekbones and jaw, and I clench my teeth.<br /> <br /> Seconds pass, and when I feel something tug at my hair, my eyes fly open.<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's gaze watches me closely while he wraps a curl of my hair around his forefinger.<br /> <br /> Confused by what he's doing, I startle again when Giorgio's voice booms outside the office. "For fk sake. Tori, get your ass out of the restroom!"<br /> <br /> I hear Big Ricky move, then the hinges of the office door squeak, and he says, "Your sister is with Mr. Rizzo."<br /> <br /> "What?" Giorgio gasps.<br /> <br /> I hear more movement behind me, but my eyes remain on the biggest threat in the office. Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> "What did you do?" Giorgio hisses at me.<br /> <br /> A frown forms on Mr. Rizzo's forehead, and as he lets go of the curl, I nervously brush my hand over my hair while quickly taking a step away from the terrifying man.<br /> <br /> Needing to explain myself, I ramble, "As I came out of the restroom, the office door opened. It drew my attention, and I accidentally saw Mr. Rizzo…ah…do something. I didn't mean to look. It just happened." My hand flies to my chest, and covering my racing heart, I swear, "I won't tell anyone."<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's eyes flick to Big Ricky. "Escort Miss Romano to a table and get her a cup of coffee while I speak with her brother."<br /> <br /> Huh?<br /> <br /> Not sure I heard right, I ask, "I get to leave?"<br /> <br /> Mr. Rizzo's penetrating gaze returns to me. "For now."<br /> <br /> Intense relief washes through me as I quickly exit the office with Big Ricky.<br /> <br /> I cautiously glance at Big Ricky, who's not much taller than me. "I'm really sorry."<br /> <br /> With the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, he nods. "It's okay, bellissima." He leads me to a table and nods at the chair. "You can wait here while Mr. Rizzo talks to your brother."<br /> <br /> "Stepbrother," I correct him. Big Ricky looks the least threatening of the bunch, which gives me the courage to ask, "How much trouble am I in?"<br /> <br /> He shakes his head. "As long as you keep quiet, you'll be fine."<br /> <br /> More relief floods me, and with hope filling my heart, I ask, "Really?"<br /> <br /> He nods again before gesturing for a server to come closer. "Bring a cup of coffee for Miss. Romano."<br /> <br /> When the server leaves, Big Ricky looks at me again. "Stay right here."<br /> <br /> I nod and watch as he walks toward a table where three men are enjoying lunch.<br /> <br /> Letting out a breath, I slump in the chair while wiping my palm over my forehead.<br /> <br /> Dear God. That was intense.<br /> <br /> I stare at the table as the terrifying past few minutes replay in my mind.<br /> <br /> Crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble with Giorgio.<br /> <br /> A heavy feeling settles over my shoulders, and I glance at the hallway again.<br /> <br /> I can't believe I just came face-to-face with Angelo Rizzo.<br /> <br /> God, the man is intense.<br /> <br /> And handsome. And freaking scary.<br /> <br /> Now that I'm no longer in the direct line of fire, I realize just how attractive Angelo Rizzo is. I understand why Aida, my cousin, was so infatuated with the man when I saw her a couple of months ago at a family gathering.<br /> <br /> He might be one of the most attractive men I've ever seen, but it doesn't take away from how terrifying he is. If anything, it adds to it.<br /> <br /> Father, it's me again. Thanks for saving my butt.<br /> <br /> My thoughts turn to the murder I witnessed, and it brings all the fear back.<br /> <br /> Growing up in the Cosa Nostra, you'd think I'd be used to crime and corruption, but that's not the case for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing someone die.<br /> <br /> Just two more years, then you can make a clean break from Giorgio and this world.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 Angelo's Pov<br /> As Vittoria is escorted out of the office, I walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.<br /> <br /> My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he's about to shit himself.<br /> <br /> He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn't done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that's starting to cost me money.<br /> <br /> "I hear you like spending time at Fallen Angels," I mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.<br /> <br /> The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Giorgio says.<br /> <br /> When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.<br /> <br /> No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.<br /> <br /> "What is his tab standing at?" I ask.<br /> <br /> I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Giorgio the impression I have any interest in his life.<br /> <br /> "Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head.<br /> <br /> Giorgio begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."<br /> <br /> "Yes, you will," I say. "Today."<br /> <br /> His eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."<br /> <br /> With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step toward Giorgio, which has him rambling,<br /> <br /> "I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fker.<br /> <br /> His scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then he adds, "I'm the only family Tori has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."<br /> <br /> I've heard that before.<br /> <br /> Usually, right before I kill someone.<br /> <br /> But the debt is not the reason Giorgio is standing in front of me. If it were, he'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been his last day if it weren't for his little sister.<br /> <br /> Vittoria Romano.<br /> <br /> I've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.<br /> <br /> I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vittoria's eyes had a certain part of my body hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.<br /> <br /> I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.<br /> <br /> I have a healthy sx drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as fk. There's also the matter of my uncle, who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.<br /> <br /> Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.<br /> <br /> "Vittoria is twenty-three," I mention.<br /> <br /> The capos of the Cosa Nostra have a right to know the status of any woman who's of marrying age. In most cases, they must give their blessing when a marriage is arranged.<br /> <br /> Giorgio does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."<br /> <br /> "Yes." His head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's twenty- five before arranging a marriage for her."<br /> <br /> Finding the fker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"<br /> <br /> Giorgio's eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."<br /> <br /> Why wait until she's twenty-five?<br /> <br /> I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vittoria's personal life after I've dealt with her brother.<br /> <br /> Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vittoria without my blessing."<br /> <br /> I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever I deem good enough.<br /> <br /> Giorgio nods, then asks, "About the debt, sir. Is a month okay?"<br /> <br /> For now.<br /> <br /> I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fker to leave.<br /> <br /> As soon as he's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vittoria Romano."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss." He hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Duncan's body?"<br /> <br /> "Drop it off at his house so his family can bury him." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."<br /> <br /> Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."<br /> <br /> I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," he mentions.<br /> <br /> I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. <br /> <br /> Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.<br /> <br /> My cousin was supposed to take over the Rizzo seat in the Cosa Nostra, but he was assassinated by the Quintero cartel when they tried to move into New York.<br /> <br /> I was nineteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in Sicily and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with him. It's time for him to step away from the business so he can enjoy his old age.<br /> <br /> Fk, has it already been fifteen years?<br /> <br /> Time flies when you're making money.<br /> <br /> No wonder Uncle Maurizio's been on my case about getting married. He's scared I'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the Rizzo family an heir.<br /> <br /> The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or still in school. Uncle Maurizio's been dropping hints that I should marry Valentina Toscano, who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.<br /> <br /> Vittoria's beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the Rizzos.<br /> <br /> At least she's fking Sicilian.<br /> <br /> I shake my head again because I sure as fk don't want Giorgio for a brother-in-law.<br /> <br /> My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as I recall the feel of her silky hair.<br /> <br /> She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the shit out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.<br /> <br /> The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but I'll never hit a woman.<br /> <br /> Again, the memory of Vittoria flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.<br /> <br /> I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.<br /> <br /> The woman is fking beautiful.<br /> <br /> "Boss?" Big Ricky says to get my attention.<br /> <br /> I forgot the man was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vittoria Romano, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.<br /> <br /> Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter, "Let's head over to the club."<br /> <br /> Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Tori&Angelo's Pov<br /> Tori<br /> "You little fking bch!" Giorgio roars as I'm shoved into the house.<br /> <br /> My family home used to be filled with love and laughter before Papà and Cettina, Giorgio's mother, died. Now, it's filled with hopelessness and violence.<br /> <br /> Giorgio's palm connects with the back of my head, and stumbling, I lose my balance. I sprawl over the wooden floor that takes hours to polish, intense pain shuddering through my brain.<br /> <br /> My handbag slides beneath a side table, and before I can push myself up, Giorgio's foot connects with my right side.<br /> <br /> My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep the cry of pain from escaping.<br /> <br /> The first time he hit me, I was left with a black eye. I couldn't leave the house for two weeks. Everyone at the Parish asked where I was, and it upset Giorgio. Since then, he doesn't touch my face.<br /> <br /> "Because of you, I only have a month to find a fk-ton of money! I'll have to take a chunk out of my stocks."<br /> <br /> Another kick to my stomach makes theair explode from my lungs. My vision goes spotty, and an agonizing sound bursts over my lips.<br /> <br /> I feel tears fall down my cheeks as I gasp through the pain.<br /> <br /> It doesn't help to beg or argue. If I dare say a word, it will only anger Giorgio more. I manage to curl into a fetal position and wrap my arms around my waist.<br /> <br /> Giorgio shoves his boot against my back and puts his full weight on me as he sneers, "One of these days, I'm going to kill you."<br /> <br /> The pressure eases off my back, and I hear him stomp into the living room.<br /> <br /> Bastard.<br /> <br /> Pushing myself up, I suppress a groan from the pain radiating through my abdomen and torso. I don't bother grabbing my bag from beneath the side table, and using the wall for support, I stumble to my bedroom.<br /> <br /> Shutting the door behind me, I make sure to lock it, and finally, in my safe space, I slide down to the floor until I'm sitting flat on my butt.<br /> <br /> Silent tears roll down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.<br /> <br /> Just two more years...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Angelo<br /> For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Vittoria. After Tiny found out everything he could about her, I had them bring in<br /> <br /> Giorgio. The fker was quick to fill in the blanks where she was concerned. It's clear the man has no loyalty to his family.<br /> <br /> But not willing to just believe every word coming out of Giorgio's mouth, I needed to hear it straight from Vittoria. I know she's too fking terrified to dare lie to me.<br /> <br /> I drink in her beauty as the wind ruffles her curls. Even though her soft brown irises are trembling with fear, she doesn't break eye contact.<br /> <br /> She has more guts than that shady stepbrother of hers, who offered her to me on a silver platter as payment for his debt.<br /> <br /> I told him I'd kill him with my bare hands if he mentioned a word to her while I considered his proposal.<br /> <br /> It aggravates the fk out of me that Giorgio was so quick to offer Vittoria's innonence to me as payment for his debt. She's worth more than a measly three hundred thousand dollars.<br /> <br /> She's worth more than Giorgio's pathetic life.<br /> <br /> What pisses me off is the fact that he has enough money stashed away in investments on the stock market to pay what he owes me, but he'd rather sacrifice Vittoria's innocence.<br /> <br /> The fker is willing to sell her virtue, then once she turns twenty-five, he'll pawn her off to a man who doesn't mind spoiled goods.<br /> <br /> I've also found out why he's waiting until she's twenty-five. Vittoria will get access to her inheritance, and Giorgio probably wants it.<br /> <br /> It fking infuriates me.<br /> <br /> Staring at the woman who's popped into my mind more than I care to admit, I can clearly see how innocent she is.<br /> <br /> When Tiny looked into Vittoria's life, he couldn't find a single black mark against her.<br /> <br /> Honestly, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm married or not. The notion of loving a woman has never appealed to me, but owning this beautiful woman is definitely tempting.<br /> <br /> "Are we leaving?" Big Ricky asks as I approach him and Tiny.<br /> <br /> "Yes." I walk to the SUV with blacked-out windows, and after climbing into the backseat, I mutter, "Drop me off at the club, then bring Giorgio Romano to me."<br /> <br /> "Yes, boss," Tiny replies while Big Ricky starts the engine.<br /> <br /> During the drive to the heart of Long Island, where Fallen Angels is situated, my thoughts are inundated with the opportunity that's been presented to me.<br /> <br /> Before I laid eyes on Vittoria, I didn't give two shits about getting married. Sure, I knew I'd take the plunge at some point, but there was no urgency.<br /> <br /> There's still no urgency.<br /> <br /> But the thought of having the beautiful little deer warming my bed is just too good to pass up.<br /> <br /> I'll have something no other man has touched.<br /> <br /> The corner of my mouth lifts, but the smile quickly disappears when I think of Giorgio.<br /> <br /> I'm not known for giving second chances, but the sadistic side of me wants to play with the fker as if he's a mouse. <br /> <br /> I want to see how far he'll go before I kill him.<br /> <br /> When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order.<br /> <br /> Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it's quiet.<br /> <br /> I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don't trust a living soul.<br /> <br /> I keep my circle small because, in my world, it's the only way to stay alive.<br /> <br /> After a while, there's a knock at my office door before Tiny enters, followed by a shit-scared Giorgio, who doesn't look like he's gotten any sleep since we last spoke.<br /> <br /> It makes me recall how tired Vittoria looked.<br /> <br /> Tiny shoves the fker forward, and he comes to a staggering stop in front of my desk. My eyes lock on him with disgust, while his pleading gaze is filled with terror.<br /> <br /> I could kill him and just take Vittoria.<br /> <br /> My tone is filled with danger as I mutter, "If I take Vittoria for myself, I won't tolerate any interference from you."<br /> <br /> Confusion flutters over his face before it's followed by relief. "So you're taking her innonence in exchange for wiping the three hundred thousand off my name?"<br /> <br /> I stare at the man until it looks like he's going to piss himself before I say, "I haven't made up my mind yet. If you breathe a word of this discussion to her, it will be the last thing you do."<br /> <br /> "O-of c-c-course," he stammers. "I'm not stupid. The last thing I want is for her to run away."<br /> <br /> Tilting my head, I ask, "Is that something you think she'll do?"<br /> <br /> His head bobs up and down. "Since she was a teen, she's had a stupid dream of living in a small town with a white-picket fence house and the perfect husband. She's keeping herself pure for marriage."<br /> <br /> My eyes narrow on the fker for insulting Vittoria's childhood dream. If she marries me, she'll have a fking castle and everything her heart desires.<br /> <br /> "What else does she dream of?" I demand. "The usual bullshit. Being a mother." That's good to hear.<br /> <br /> Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fkers arm and shoving him out of my office.<br /> <br /> When I'm alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don't see any of the numbers.<br /> <br /> My thoughts are with the beautiful little deer who might become my wife. Knowing she's a flight risk, I begin to devise a plan. If she can't know about the wedding, I'll have to lure her to the ceremony under false pretenses. I also don't want her f*king stepbrother knowing I'm taking more than just her innonence.<br /> <br /> Once I have her in front of the priest, she won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to marry me.<br /> <br /> Do I feel shitty about being prepared to trick a woman into marrying me?<br /> <br /> No. Not one bit.<br /> <br /> In my territory, I take what I want. Vittoria will quickly learn to obey me and be a good wife, and in return, she'll live a life of luxury. She can raise our children while I continue to rule over my empire.<br /> <br /> Deciding that Vittoria will become my wife, the corner of my mouth lifts.<br /> <br /> Soon, the little deer and all her innocence will be mine.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> ====<br /> Attending a party with my stepbrother, I'm in for the surprise of my life. It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. <br /> <br /> Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. <br /> <br /> Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse. There's no hiding. 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