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Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 51
—Ellie— Mom and I sat in the garden on a swing, enjoying a warm fall day. I’d been back for only three days, and it was the first time Mom and I were really alone. Our feet gently kicked the ground to keep the swing in motion. Mom held my hand, peering up at the sky. I knew she had questions but couldn’t ask them, and I wasn’t sure if I could give her answers. “Why did you give Arianna to Drake?” I asked eventually to say something. “It’s not what we wanted, not what Drake wanted, but we need to bind our families. It’s what’s expected,” Mom said. “And he’s a decent man.” “You said the same words to me on the day we were bethrothed.” Mom paled but managed a small nod. “I wanted to take away your fears.” “I know.” Her blue eyes held mine, filling with anguish. She touched my cheek. “I wanted only the best for you. I wanted happiness. I wanted a man who would carry you on his hands, who showed you kindness like
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 52
—Ellie— I sat in front of my vanity and brushed my hair, stroke after stroke, trying to find calm. I could hear the first guests downstairs, could hear laughter and music. I needed to go down. Taking a deep breath, I stood. I’d chosen a floor-length form-fitting dark blue dress matching the color of Mateo’s shirt. I touched my stomach, still flat, but I knew in a few months I couldn’t wear dresses like this anymore. Tristan’s baby. I closed my eyes. I was happy and sad, terrified and hopeful. What would Tristan say if he knew? Would he care at all? I had been a means to an end, a queen in his chess game, and he’d won. He had let me go as if I was nothing. I’d heard the rumors of his cage fights. He was back to fighting, back to living his life. I wondered if he’d already moved on to one of the many whores at his disposal? Probably. I had been stupid. Mateo was right. Remo had twisted my mind so he could control me, a
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 53
—Ellie— The next morning, Dad, Mateo, and Salvador wanted to talk to me. When I walked into Dad’s office, I knew from their expressions that it wouldn’t be an easy conversation and definitely not one I’d like. Dad sat behind his desk, Mateo perched on its edge, and my uncle stood with his hands in his slacks beside the window. I made a beeline for the sofa and sank down. My brain felt sluggish from lack of sleep. I’d spent all night trying to come to terms with the fact that I was carrying a baby, Tristan’s baby. “What do you want to talk about?” Three sets of eyes darted to my belly, and my hand automatically—protectively—pressed to the spot. “If you keep this child,” my uncle began. “I will keep the child.” Dad looked away and then at the picture frame on his desk. A photo of our family taken shortly before I’d been kidnapped. “You will have to keep it hidden,” Dad said. I blinked at them. “What?” “Once
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 54
—Ellie— I loved my family with all my heart. And they loved me. But the moment I held my children in my arms, I knew I could not stay with them forever, knew it with soul-crushing certainty. My children whom I had named Samuel and Isabella were Tristan through and through. Dark eyes, thick black hair. For everyone in my family they’d always be Russo's, always the result of something horrid, born out of something shameful, something dark. But for me they were the most beautiful creation I could imagine. They were utter perfection. They would lift each other up, make each other stronger like Mateo and I had done when we were younger and still did. It would be us against the world. It couldn’t be any other way. Mateo stayed with me in the hospital after the birth while Mom went home for a few hours of sleep after twenty hours at my side during labor. Mateo’s eyes were kind and loving as they looked down at me, but these ten
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 55
—Ellie— A high pitched wail sounded. Mateo and I jerked up at the same time from where we’d fallen asleep on the sofa in the nursery. We didn’t bother going into our beds most of the time because Samuel and Isabella woke every two hours. He and Mom took turns helping me, and during the day Arianna changed diapers and helped feed them as well. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept more than two hours in the last six months. Mateo rubbed his face. I knew he didn’t sleep much on the nights he wasn’t helping either. The Family was planning something. He had only hinted to it, but it could only be an attack on the Russo's. It scared me, terrified me because I wasn’t only scared for Mateo and Dad but also for the man I couldn’t forget. I stood and so did Mateo. He reached for Isabella like usual and I took Samuel. This was our routine, one I didn’t question anymore. I was glad for Mateo’s support, even if he coul
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 56
—Tristan— Kate was in full-blown Christmas mode. She’d decorated every area of the house she was allowed into. I knew she would have loved to wield her magic in my wing as well, but she wasn’t that daring yet. Good for her, because I was in a fucking foul mood, had been for days, and today was the worst of all. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the house as I read the email from Max, the organizer of our races. Everything had been set up for the biggest race we’d ever held. Damian wasn’t happy I decided to end it in Kansas City after the last incident, but I wanted to make a fucking point. The Cavelleros had been surprisingly careful in their attacks. An ambush here and there, a few dismembered soldiers, but nothing major. Until three days ago when they killed my fucking Underboss in Kansas City. A warning not to get so close to their territory. Maybe the beginning of more. Ending the race anywhere else would have s
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 57
—Ellie— Dad was antsy. He kept checking his phone, which rested beside his plate. He usually didn’t have his phone on display when we had dinner. It was our family time. Mom brought a spoon with pureed sweet potato in an arch to Isabella’s waiting mouth; she smacked her lips happily around the food. I, on the other hand, tried to stop Samuel from throwing his food around. He didn’t like being fed and preferred to shove food into his mouth by himself, but he was still too small for that and made too much of a mess. I held his small hands so he couldn’t grab the spoon and brought it to his mouth. It took three attempts before he accepted the food. “They are cute but watching them eat is a bit disgusting,” Arianna said, her nose wrinkled. “And since they started eating normal food as well, their diapers stink.” Dad frowned, obviously unhappy about the topic. He could eat dinner while someone was tortured right in front of hi
Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 58
—Ellie— The house they took me to was a shabby three-story building close to the tracks, located in the industrial part of New York. When we stepped inside, my eyes registered Drake first. He had his arms crossed and was staring at a screen on a table against one wall. Beside him stood my uncle Salvador, as usual dressed in a suit, but his jacket was already slung over a chair that sat in front of the screen, and he had rolled up his sleeves. My stomach turned. I’d never seen him with rolled up sleeves, and I knew why. I had never been around when he’d tortured someone. There was another man, one of Dad’s soldiers, who was working at a laptop, probably establishing the Darknet connection. They turned when we entered, and all eyes zeroed in on me. I wasn’t supposed to be here. My uncle frowned and came toward us. Drake stayed where he was, but he, too, watched me. I wasn’t his fiancé anymore. I was nothing to him. My sister was p
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