Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“No!” I cry, and I manage to yank free.
Instead of bullets riddling my body, I’m grabbed again. When I’m dragged out of the kitchen, I start to fight with all my strength, hitting, scratching, and kicking until I’m thrown onto the floor in the foyer.
“Fucking bitch,” a man growls before a gun is pressed to my head. “Where is Mrs. Falco?” he demands, his tone aggressive.
My heart slams against my ribs, and I don’t know where the strength comes from, but I glare at the man as I bite the words out, “You’re looking at her.” Holding my left hand up, I say, “I’m Mrs. Falco.”
I know they’re either going to take me or kill me right here, but hopefully, they won’t look for Mamma.
One of the other men talks into a radio, “We have a young woman claiming to be Mrs. Falco.”
‘What does she look like?’ I hear a familiar voice, but I can’t place where I know it from.
His eyes roam over me. “Light brown hair. Pretty.”
‘Bring her.’
I’m hauled to my feet, and the gun remains trained on my head.
“What about the mother?” the one in charge asks.
‘We have the wife. She’ll do.’
If I let them take me, they might do much worse things to me.
With panic and fear swirling in my chest, I swing around, and my fist connects with the bastard behind me. I break out into a run toward the sunroom, but debris blocks my way, so I dart into Damiano’s private sitting room.
Wildly, I glance around, but with no way of escaping, I turn to face the men as they follow me into the room.
The one who was talking on the radio stalks right at me, and when I try to put up a fight, he slams something hard against my head, and everything grows dark.
Chapter 34
Damiano
Carlo lands the helicopter on top of the building, and I wait for him to switch everything off.
“Who would attack the warehouse?” Carlo asks as he joins me
“I have no fucking idea,” I mutter while sending Emilio a text demanding an update.
Anger vibrates in my chest as we walk toward the elevator.
When my phone vibrates, I read the message from Emilio.
Three men dead. Nothing was taken. It’s weird. I don’t feel it’s safe for you to come here. Go to the club. I’ll meet you there.
Letting out a sigh, I mutter, “We’re going to the club. Emilio will meet us there.”
The news of the attack was unexpected. Sure, an enemy can crawl out of a fucking hole at any time, but usually, things are quiet over the festive season.
We take the elevator down to the basement and head to the SUV, and soon, Carlo steers the vehicle in the direction of the club.
A couple of blocks from our destination my phone starts ringing while it buzzes with message after message.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl as I yank the device out of my pocket.
The words ‘under attack’ catch my attention before I answer the call. “What?”
“We’re being attacked!” Dante shouts, the noise of gunfire filling the background. “Fucking missiles hit the mansion! Four helicopters,” he relays as much information to me as possible while I hear him fire his weapon.
“The mansion!” I shout at Carlo. “It’s under attack.”
Carlo makes an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road, the tires screeching, before he floors the gas to get us back to the helicopter.
My heart stutters in my chest as the harrowing news sinks in, and for a couple of seconds, I feel completely lost.
I hear Dante suck in harsh breaths. “I don’t recognize anyone. Too many. It’s an army.”
Uncontrollable rage hits me hard, my body trembling from the violent emotion.
“Dante,” I bark. “Where are my women?”
“Don’t…”
I hear the phone hit something and listen as automatic gunfire continues to erupt in the background. It sounds like a fucking war zone.
Christ.
Gabriella. Mamma. Aunt Greta.
“What’s happening?” Carlo growls, drawing my attention to him as he brings the SUV to a sudden stop in the parking area.
“The mansion is being attacked,” I mutter, my tone dark as I shake my head. “It’s all I know.”
The elevator opens, and we rush inside. Carlo presses the button for the roof.
I still have the phone to my ear and listen as the gunfire dies down.
Who won?
Are my women safe?
“Move out,” I hear a man shout, authority in his tone.
No.
“Is that the mother?” someone asks.
I grip the fabric over my heart as intense worry fills me.
“No–” I don’t hear the rest of the reply as the sound of helicopters comes over the line.
They don’t have Mamma.
Ice pours through my veins because there’s only one other person they would take to hit me where it will hurt most.
Gabriella.
I suck in a harsh breath as intense worry and anger fills every inch of my body.
“Damiano!” Carlo snaps, the same worry I’m feeling etched onto his face. “What do you hear?”