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From Book 1 of the Benedetti Series
I signed the contract before me, pressing so hard that the track of my signature left a groove on the sheet of paper. I set the pen down and slid the pages across the table to her.
Lucia.
I could barely meet her gaze as she raised big, innocent, frightened eyes to mine.
She looked at it, at the collected, official documents that would bind her to me. That would make her mine. I wasnāt sure if she was reading or simply staring, trying to make sense of what had just happened. What had been decided for her. For both of us.
She turned reddened eyes to her father. I didnāt miss the questions I saw inside them. The plea. The disbelief.
But DeMarco kept his eyes lowered, his head bent in defeat. He couldnāt look at his daughter, not after what heād been made to watch.
I understood that, and I hated my own father more for making him do it.
Lucia sucked in a ragged breath. Could everyone hear it or just me? I saw the rapid pulse beating in her neck. Her hand trembled when she picked up the pen. She met my gaze once more. One final plea? I watched her struggle against the tears that threatened to spill on her already stained cheeks.
I didnāt know what I felt upon seeing them. I didnāt know what I felt about anything at all anymore.
āSign.ā
My fatherās command made her turn. I watched their gazes collide.
āWe donāt have all day.ā
To call him domineering was an understatement. He was someone who made grown men tremble.
But she didnāt shy away.
āSign, Lucia,ā her father said quietly.
She didnāt look at anyone after that. Instead, she put pen to paper and signed her nameāLucia Annalisa DeMarcoāon the dotted line adjacent to mine. My familyās attorney applied the seal to the sheets as soon as she finished, quickly taking them and leaving the room.
I guess it was all official, then. Decided. Done.
My father stood, gave me his signature look of displeasure, and walked out of the room. Two of his men followed.
āDo you need a minute?ā I asked her. Did she want to say good-bye to her father?
āNo.ā
She refused to look at him or at me. Instead, she pushed her chair back and stood, the now-wrinkled white skirt falling over her thighs. She fisted her hands at her sides.
āIām ready.ā
I rose and gestured to one of the waiting men. She walked ahead of him as if he walked her to her execution. I glanced at her father, then at the cold examining table with the leather restraints now hanging open, useless, their victim released. The image of what had happened there just moments earlier shamed me.
But it could have been so much worse for her.
It could have gone the way my father wanted. His cruelty knew no bounds.
She had me to thank for saving her from that.
So why did I still feel like a monster? A beast? A pathetic, spineless puppet?
I owned Lucia DeMarco, but the thought only made me sick. She was the token, the living, breathing trophy of my familyās triumph over hers.
I walked out of the room and rode the elevator down to the lobby, emptying my eyes of emotion. That was one thing I did well. I walked out onto the stifling, noisy Manhattan sidewalk and climbed into the backseat of my waiting car, the image of Lucia lying on that examining table, bound, struggling, her face turned away as the doctor probed her before declaring her intact, burned into my memory forever.
Iād stood beside her. I hadnāt looked. Did that absolve me? Surely that meant something?
But why was I hard, then?
Sheād cried quietly. Iād watched her tears slip off her face and fall to the floor and willed myself to be anywhere but there. Willed myself not to hear the sounds, my fatherās degrading words, her quiet breaths as she struggled to remain silent.
All while Iād stood by.
I was a coward. A monster. Because when I did finally meet those burning amber eyes, when I dared shift my gaze to hers, our eyes had locked, and I saw the quiet plea inside them. A silent cry for help.
In desperation, sheād sought my help.
And Iād looked away.
Her fatherās face had gone white when heād realized the full cost heād agreed to; the payment of the debt heād set upon her shoulders.
Her life for his. For all of theirs.
Selfish bastard didnāt deserve to live. He should have died to protect her. He should neverāeverāhave allowed this to happen.
I sucked in a breath, heavy and wet, drowning me.
I poured myself a drink, slammed it back, and repeated. Whiskey was good. Whiskey dulled the scene replaying in my head. But it did nothing to wipe out the image of her eyes on mine. Her terrified, desperate eyes.
And now, she was mine, and I was hers.
Her very own monster.
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Here's a preview of what you can expect from Giovanni when Emilia wakes up to find the Mafia Boss standing over her bed...
Silk tickles my skin, and it takes me a moment to realize itās the blanket sliding off me. I reach for it, still half-asleep, but when I hear a āTsk-tsk,ā my body goes rigid and my eyelids fly open.
In the light coming through the sheer window curtains, I see the outline of a man.
Heās huge and standing at the foot of my bed.
āYou left before coffee,ā he says casually.
I know who it is. I recognize his voice, his build. His aftershave.
Giovanni Santa Maria.
I sit up, or try to, but he grabs my ankle and tugs on it and stops me.Ā
I want to cover myself, but the blanket is out of reach, so I lie there, naked. Giovanni smiles. His gaze slowly travels over me.Ā
āWere you expecting me, or do you always sleep naked?ā
I kick the leg heās got, but when I do, he tugs me down the bed. Turning me slightly, he spanks my a**.Ā
āOw!ā Heās not smiling when I look back at him.
āYou deserve more than that.ā
I realize heās not wearing his suit jacket anymore but has his shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his powerful forearms. I wonder how long heās been here watching me. Thereās a dusting of dark hair on his arms, and the only jewelry heās wearing is a heavy, expensive watch.Ā
āWhat are you doing here?ā
āOh, come on, donāt pretend to be surprised. You knew Iād come.āĀ
He lets me go, and I scramble back up the bed, sit up on my knees, and grab the pillow to cover myself. Giovanni walks patiently around the bed. He switches on the light. I see heās grinning. Moving much faster than I expect, he grabs the pillow from me and tosses it across the room.Ā
āWhat are you doing?āĀ
āI didnāt get to have dessert,ā he says, placing one knee on the bed, catching me as I try to scramble off, tugging me into his chest. āNow lie down and spread those beautiful legs, so I can get my dessert.ā
āYouāre a freak!ā I scream, shoving at his chest, but he only laughs it off and tosses me on my back onto the bed like I weigh nothing.
I flip over onto my belly to get away, but he easily catches me by the ankle and tugs me flat and this time, presses a knee to my back.
I know I screwed up because he stops. I hear him suck in a breathāor maybe that was meābecause I know what heās looking at.Ā
It takes me a minute to turn my head to look over my shoulder and see his eyes, his expression dark as he eyes my back, the ugly crisscrossing of lines.
āGet off me," I tell him.
He drags his gaze to mine. āNo,ā he says, as he keeps me in place with his knee on my back. He just studies me for a long time. Not touching, not moving, Just taking in every inch of my back. And I feel myself shrinking. Feel his power over me growing.Ā
I make a sound, wriggle beneath him, but he easily keeps me pinned and ignores me as he trails his fingers along the thin silvery lines that mark me where the skin broke, where my back was opened, and I feel my face burning because itās private, this thing, itās more private than any part of me. And it shows my weakness. And I donāt want him to see it. I donāt want him to know itās there at all.
āWho hurt you, Emilia?ā he asks so quietly Iām almost not sure I hear it...
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Benedetti Brothers
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- Salvatore
- Dominic
- Sergio
- Kilian
- Giovanni
Amado BrothersĀ
- Dishonorable
- Corruptible
- Unhinged
Descent: a standalone revisiting the Benedetti World
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