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Kidnapped By The Mafia King Chapter 65
—Ellie— “I swear it,” he murmured. I cut through the rope when I heard the creak of the door. I dropped the knife in Tristan’s now free hand. “Eleanor, get the fuck away from the asshole!” Drake growled, gripping me by the shoulders and pulling me to my feet. I whirled around on him, getting in his face. “Don’t tell me what to do. I have a right to be here.” Drake was breathing harshly, his chest heaving. I took a step back, closer to Tristan again. My uncle and my father stepped in. I shielded Tristan mostly from their view but that wouldn’t last long. “You shouldn’t be here, dove. This isn’t something for a woman,” Dad said gently. He still believed in my innocence, but my uncle and Drake regarded me more cautiously. “Where’s Mateo?” My uncle asked. I wrapped my arms around my body and slid my hands beneath my cardigan, my fingers curling around the gun strapped to the holster there. “I’m sorry,” I whispered a
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—Ellie— Tristan nudged me lightly, and I walked closer to the door, keeping my body between him and the others. I walked backward to keep an eye on my family. They didn’t attack. They didn’t stop us. Dad and Mateo looked broken. I had landed the ultimate hit, had broken them. I wondered how Mom would react when she found out. She’d be crushed. My heart was heavy as I led Tristan to the parked car. He sank down on the passenger seat, passing out immediately. I closed the door and got behind the steering wheel. Isabella and Samuel were still fast asleep in their seats. I hit the gas and sent the car flying down the long gravel road. I quickly connected to Bluetooth and called the Sugar Trap. It was the only number I’d found on the Internet. It took a while before the guy I talked to agreed to call Damian and to give him my number. I was starting to go crazy. Tristan wouldn’t survive if I had to drive all the way to Mexic
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—Ellie— After we landed in Mexico, Damian immediately rushed Tristan off to a hospital the Camorra worked with, and Savio stayed with me. I was exhausted and emotionally drained. “What happens with us now?” I asked tiredly. Savio gave me a surprised look. “I will take you to the mansion. Tristan will want to have you and his kids around when he returns.” “You think he will survive?” Savio nodded. “Tristan won’t die.” I followed Savio to a car and sank down on the backseat with my children. When I jerked awake, we had arrived and Fabian was staring through the window as if he was seeing a ghost. He opened the door. “What the fuck?” “Tristan’s got kids,” Savio explained. “I see that,” Fabian said. Savio took Samuel again, and I got out with Isabella, who had her face buried in my neck. Fabian couldn’t stop staring at Samuel, then finally he met my gaze. “You saved Tristan?” I nodded. Fabian searched my eyes
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—Ellie— I was up early the next morning and blinked against the soft light streaming in through the window. I had barely slept, and not just because of my twin’s erratic schedule. Worry for Tristan had haunted my sleep. I got myself and my babies ready before I headed downstairs, carrying them on my hips. Following the scent of coffee and bacon, I made my way into the kitchen but stopped in the doorway. Adam, Savio, and Damian were sitting around the kitchen table while Kate was stirring something in a big pot. All eyes turned to me, and I swayed on my feet. I’d always been the enemy, the captive, and now I was what? A guest? An intruder? “Good morning,” I said then turned to Damian, fear clogging my throat. “How is he?” “Stable. A few broken bones, bruises, rupture of the spleen. He’s upstairs, knocked out with pain meds.” “He won’t like that one bit,” Savio said grinning. “You know he prefers pain to being helpless
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—Ellie— Damian walked into the living room where Kate and I were sitting on a blanket with Samuel and Isabella. Kate was a natural with kids, and it was obvious how much she loved them. She held Samuel in her lap as she showed him a picture book. Isabella sat in my lap, her tiny hand wrapped around my thumb and looking down at the book in my free hand. I looked up at Damian but his eyes were on Kate, who was smiling down at my son, practically glowing with happiness. Slowly, he dragged his gaze up. “Tristan just woke up.” Without thinking, I got up with Isabella clinging to me. I didn’t want my kids there when I first talked to Tristan after he’d woken. I felt like we needed a moment before I could allow that. I untangled Isabella gently and laid her down on the blanket, then hesitated. Kate looked up with a smile. “Damian and I can watch them while you talk to Tristan.” Damian moved closer but I stayed where I was.
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—Ellie— As far as patients went, Tristan was a nightmare. He was a nightmare in many other regards as well, but giving his body time to heal wasn’t on his agenda. Damian wasn’t happy about it. “You need to rest, Tristan. It’s been only three days and you’re already running around.” “I’ve had worse. Now stop the fucking fussing. I’m not a child.” “Maybe not. But I’m obviously the only one of the two of us capable of sane decisions.” “Neither of you is sane. Now help me with this fucking crib,” Savio muttered. I leaned in the doorway of the future nursery. Damian and Kate had gone shopping this morning, and now the four Russo brothers were trying to put together the furniture. Though Damian and Savio were doing all the work because Adam’s arm was in a cast and most of Tristan’s body was bandaged, not to mention the many broken bones in his body. Adam sat on a plush baby blue armchair, which sat close to the window. Sometim
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—Ellie— Only one week until Christmas. The mansion was decorated beautifully with red baubles, golden tinsel, and sprigs of mistletoe. Luckily Isabella and Samuel weren’t mobile yet or the greenery would have had to go. I’d sent Mateo a few messages, telling him I was safe and asking if he was okay. He hadn’t replied yet but I knew he’d read the messages. Maybe his hurt was still too fresh. Five days weren’t enough to come to terms with the fact that your sister betrayed you for a man you hated more than anything in the world. My messages to Mom and Arianna hadn’t even been received. I suspected Dad had gotten new phones for them so I couldn’t contact them. I approached Kate as she stirred a new batch of baby food, a sweet potato puree. “Do you get Christmas presents for each other?” Damian had given me a credit card from one of the Russo bank accounts yesterday, and while I’d wanted to decline at first, I took the card. Tristan see
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—Ellie— After bringing the twins to bed, I grabbed my phone and headed for Tristan’s bedroom. Damian had practically dragged him there so he could lie down and rest. I knocked. “Come in, Querido.” Frowning, I entered. “How did you know?” He regarded me with an expression that sent a little shiver down my spine. “Because my brothers don’t knock, they barge in, and Kate usually stays away from my bedroom.” I nodded, my hand still on the door, debating if I should leave it open just to be safe. Tristan smiled knowingly. “I’m practically bedridden. No reason to be worried. I won’t attack you.” Bedridden. As if. That man couldn’t be broken easily. I closed the door. I wasn’t worried about him making a move. I was worried I’d throw caution in the wind and do what I’d been dreaming of forever. “As if that would stop you.” He didn’t say anything. I held up my phone. “I thought you’d like to see photos of Samuel and Isabella
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