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—Ellie— Tristan pulled out of me, and I winced, sucking in a sharp breath. I rolled over to my side, away from him, but the shame stayed with me. He brushed my hair away and kissed my neck then lightly bit down, and I shivered. “You are mine now, Querido. I own you. Even if I ever let you go, I’ll still own you. You will always remember this day and deep down you will always know that you are mine and mine alone.” I closed my eyes, trying to hold back tears, fighting them, holding on to my composure with sheer force of will. The sheets rustled as Tristan got out of bed, and I didn’t look over my shoulder to see what he was doing. I heard the water running in the bathroom. He returned moments later and ran his fingers down my spine then back up before he grabbed my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. My eyes found his. He parted my legs, his eyes taking in my thighs covered in my blood. Not taking his eyes off my face
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—Tristan— After claiming Eleanor, I left her in the bed. I needed time to gather my fucking thoughts. I went to my bedroom and put on briefs but didn’t bother cleaning my thighs or face. It was late in the evening, so Kate should still be in her bedroom with Damian. I could still taste her, sweet and metallic. The sweetest triumph of my life. Fuck. This woman … I fixed myself a drink, a bourbon, then leaned against the bar, swirling the liquid in the glass, fucking averse to washing away her taste. The memory still burned bright. This was the moment I’d worked toward, had been patient for. For once in my life I’d been patient. Your reward will be worth it. I will be your first querido. Eleanor was so much more than I’d hoped for. She was magnificently gorgeous, ruinously breathtaking. Even lesser men would kill to have someone as regal as her in their bed only once. I almost got a fucking boner thinking about how Drake would feel se
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 38
—Ellie— I hovered beside the bed, unable to move. The white sheets were gone, sheets covered in my blood. Tristan had taken them, and I knew why. I closed my eyes for a moment. He would send them to my family. They would find out what had happened. What would they think? Would they hate me? Banish me? This wasn’t rape. I could not defend my actions. There was no force, no torture, no violence. Mateo had risked his life for me. Men had died because of me, and I had betrayed them all. I turned away from the bed, unable to bear its presence, and headed toward the window. I climbed on the windowsill, wincing at the sharp twinge between my legs. A painful reminder I didn’t need. Every moment of what I’d done was burned into my memory, blazing fiercely when I closed my eyes. I slept with Tristan Russo. Don of the Russo's. My enemy. —Tristan— The next morning I found Ellie perched in her usual sp
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 39
—Tristan— I rested my head back on the pillow. I wasn’t tired despite the long night I’d had, but I couldn’t bring myself to get up with Ellie in my arms. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to relax. I had fallen into a light slumber when she stirred, jerking me awake. She stiffened in my hold. “It’s strange when your nightmares are less horrendous than reality,” she whispered. “I’ve lived it, Querido. It makes you stronger.” “I wished you had taken me on the first day, back in that basement on that dirty mattress like the whore that I am.” The words ripped from her throat as if every syllable was pure agony. I tensed, turning her around to me, feeling so fucking angry. For an instant, she shrank back from the force of my fury, but then she met my gaze. She lay unmoving on her side, eyes full of anguish. “You aren’t a whore. Is your fucking virginity all that matters to your family?” “It’s not just that I’m no
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—Ellie— I woke with someone pressed up against my back, a warm breath fanning over my shoulder. I didn’t pull away, only stared at my hand, which rested atop his on the bed. The skin on my ring finger was lighter from wearing my engagement ring for five years, and now it lay on my nightstand abandoned. And how could I ever wear it again? How could I ever face my fiancé again after everything I had done? Everything I still wanted to do. Deep down I knew I didn’t want to marry Drake anymore, but it was my duty, even now. I ran my fingertips over Tristan’s hand, and he woke with a current of tension radiating through his body. I assumed he wasn’t a man used to sharing a bed with someone. He exhaled and relaxed but didn’t say anything. I turned his hand over until his palm was up then traced the burn scars there, wondering how they’d come to be. My touch followed the scars up to his wrists, where crisscross scars fought for dominanc
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 41
—Tristan— Sitting on the sofa in the game room, I stared down at my phone. Two missed calls from Salvador. The last from yesterday. Three days since my entertaining call with Drake. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Salvador, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. “It’s time to end this. Salvador called me today. He’ll exchange Scuderi for Eleanor.” “I’m Don. I decide when and how to set her free.” Damian leaned forward, arms braced on his thighs. “Tristan, if you have feelings for her—” I cut him off. “I’m not like you. One woman won’t turn me into an emotional mess.” He narrowed his eyes but his expression remained calm. “Then send her back. Fabian is getting impatient and so am I. There’s nothing else to gain from this. Salvador won’t give us more than Scuderi. You already made them believe you tortured and raped Eleanor. They are on their knees, but Salvador is Capo. He won’t give up more than his Consig
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—Ellie— “Wear this,” Tristan ordered, throwing my dress I wore the day I was captured down on the bed. I stared at the black dress, at the blood stains and the tears. I hadn’t seen it in almost two months. It didn’t feel like something I’d ever owned. Nothing I was meant to wear ever again. “Why?” I asked. Tristan turned toward me, his dark eyes hard. “Because I told you to do it, Eleanor.” Not Querido. Eleanor. What was going on? I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” He moved closer, glaring down at me. “Do as I say.” “Or what?” I said harshly. “What could you possibly do to me? You have taken everything from me that mattered. There’s nothing left for you to take, to break.” Tristan’s mouth turned cruel. “If you really think that’s true, then you are weaker than I thought.” I swallowed hard, but I didn’t put on the dress. We both knew I was so much stronger than he’d ever imagined. Maybe that was why he kept doing
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—Ellie— Up until the very end, I was convinced Tristan would keep me. I kept denying the truth until I was faced with the result of my sins: the exhausted faces of my family and fiancé. They waited in the abandoned parking lot. Dad, Salvador, Drake. Mateo wasn’t there, and I knew it was because he would have lost it. Behind them on the ground lay a tied up man, probably Fabian’s father. His back was turned to me so I couldn’t be sure. Their eyes were drawn upward toward one of the buildings, and when Tristan pulled me out of the car, I found the reason why. Damian was perched on the roof as a sniper. Fabian got out of the car as well, his own gun drawn. Tristan led me a few steps away from the car. Then he stopped. “You were very ill-advised attacking our territory, Salvador,” he said pleasantly, his grip on my hip tight as he held me against his body. My eyes lingered on the ground because my guilt sat so heavily on my should
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