Chapter 10
Romeo Yovanni
I don’t understand Sienna’s reaction. Valentina’s father died several weeks ago. It was not kept secret.
In fact, part of the reason I wasn’t surprised a Hispanic biker gang was after her when we first met was because I thought her father—the strongest mafia soldier in San Francisco—was using them to help sop up the power void from Pietro’s absence.
Yet the way Sienna stares at me indicates she didn’t know her don was dead. Her expression morphs to one of disinterest.
“What am I getting ready for?” she asks.
Void of emotions, including fear and uncertainty, her question pulls me out of my musings. I release her chin and rise to my full height before answering.
“For a meeting with your beloved uncle, of course,” I mock coo.
A bland smile lifts her lips.
“He won’t come,” she declares.
I boop her nose in admonishment.
“Of course he will. You’re his precious niece. He’ll do whatever it takes to get you back,” I say.
She quirks a brow, but despite the skepticism in her eyes, she changes the subject instead of arguing.
“How is he supposed to know where I am? Did you leave a message or something?”
I smile and tuck her hair behind her ear, unable to resist the urge to touch her.
“He knows who I am by the buttons, coat, and belt I left behind with your panties,” I say.
At her quizzical glance, I sigh and explain.
“I only own customs and one of a kinds. My entire business model revolves around the rules of rarity. It’s an honor for me to accept a custom from a creator. Once I do, they’re set for life. No one will ever forget their name again.”
“So… you’re an influencer?” she quips.
I throw my head back and laugh before musing out loud, “An influencer for the deadliest, most powerful people in the world. No social media required.”
I chuckle and shake my head at the thought of filming the things I do to keep my items—and their owners—rare.
“How do you—no, wait. I don’t want to know. You’re mafia, and that’s all that matters.” The harshness of her voice conveys her opinion on the topic. “I still don’t understand how my uncle is supposed to know where I am,” she says.
“I own this hotel, baby doll. Your uncle knows exactly where you are; he just can’t get to you without starting a citywide massacre.”
Her brows furrow. I brush my fingertips over her forehead.
“Why would him coming here start a war?” she asks.
I cup the side of her face. She doesn’t argue or shy away.
“Think of this building as Switzerland, except it’s the opposite of neutral. Everyone who is anyone has a membership here. One toe out of line, and eighty other families will end your bloodline,” I say.
“Oh. Then how is he supposed to come for me?”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and give it a wiggle.
“Are you ready to smile for the camera? Your uncle should video call me soon,” I announce.
No hope rises in her eyes. She doesn’t perk up at the news.
I stalked, tricked, assaulted, and captured her, but she shows no signs of distress. In fact, she sinks deeper into nonchalance as my phone vibrates and lights up.
I drop into the seat beside her, push her hair behind her back to expose my teeth marks on her shoulder, and answer the call.
Mario Luciano, the ghost of New York City who came back to life to steal my bride, sits at a desk with sleek furnishings behind him. The office could be at any upscale business.
“Mr. Yovanni,” he says.
“Mr. Luciano, I have something of yours,” I reply.
I tilt my phone to include Sienna in the video.
Mario grits his teeth so hard his jaw muscles stand out even on the small screen.
“You hurt her,” he growls.
I skim my hand over her mottled shoulder before grabbing her bruised nape. Sienna’s hiss pulls my lips into a smirk.
“This is nothing compared to what you did when you stole my bride on my wedding day. Making me watch Valentina orgasm at the altar in front of everyone was diabolical. I intend to return the favor many times over,” I vow.
Mario crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. His cold expression offers no insights to his thoughts, but the promise of death lurks in his eyes.
“Is this a marriage proposal?” he snarls.
I chuckle, grab Sienna’s arm, and lift her cuffed wrists into view.
“I’ve heard some kinksters use bracelets instead of rings, but these go a little too far, don’t you think?”
More subdued than I’ve ever seen her before, Sienna barely reacts beyond the fluttering of her lashes.
“Is this a ransom demand?” Mario asks.
I chuckle, drop Sienna’s arm, and spear my fingers through her hair.
“There’s nothing you have that I want, Mario.”
“You kidnapped my niece,” he says in a cold voice.
“I did. She’s mine now.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, but I’m not a very good law-abiding citizen, Romeo,” he warns.
“Neither am I.”
“I’ll kill you,” he growls.
“Your niece will die first,” I snarl.
Mario slams his fist on the desk so hard the picture falls off the wall behind him.
“What the fuck do you want, stronzo?”
Satisfaction pulses through me. I smile, lean closer to the phone, and pull Sienna’s face closer to mine.
“This. I want this. I want to watch you come undone as I play with your niece. She’s my new favorite toy. I’m having so much fun. Same time tomorrow?” I suggest.
“No. She belongs with her family. Let her go, Romeo,” he demands.
I tsk and shake my head.
Sienna grabs my wrist and centers the video on her. The resolution in her eyes stuns me into silence.
“I’ve wanted out of this godforsaken family for years. I’m finally getting that, so don’t come for me. I no longer belong to you.”
She takes another deep breath.
“Goodbye, Mr. Luciano.”
Without warning, she presses the end call button. The connection drops. Disbelief holds me immobile.
When I finally process what she’s done, I drop my phone, grab her throat, and tighten my fist in her hair.
“You’ll pay for that, bambolina,” I vow.
“I know,” she breathes.
I growl and press my forehead to hers.
“Being a martyr doesn’t make you look good. It makes you look stupid,” I snarl.
Her breath washes over my lips as she speaks.
“I’m not being a martyr. He never intended to come for me anyway. Just get it over with and make me yours,” she says.
“Are you challenging me, Sienna?”
“No, Romeo. I haven’t had a family in years. You’re my only future now.”
My control snaps. I devour her mouth, pouring my frustration and anger into the kiss, and when I pull back, we both breathe as though we ran a marathon.
“You’re wrong. They’ll come for you, but they can’t have you. You’re mine now, bambolina. All mine. Only mine,” I vow.
She nods even as she pushes against my chest with her bound arms. I kiss her again, just as brutal and demanding, and force her feet apart with mine. She fists the front of my shirt and digs her knuckles into my chest.
After the rush of seeing Mario lose his cool and the low of Sienna stealing the spotlight, I’m too far gone to hold back.
I release her throat and hair, drop to my knees, yank her hips forward until she teeters on the edge of the seat, shove her skirt out of the way, and seal my mouth over her bare pussy.
Her yelp and jerk only fuel my desire. She buries her hands in my hair. I grab her ass with both hands and feast.
“Wait, Romeo, I—”
Her voice breaks as I flick my tongue over her hard clit. Needing more of her wanton sounds, I lick, suck, swirl, and nip until her thighs tremble and the tangy taste of her arousal coats every inch of my mouth.
I stiffen my tongue and spear it into her tight cunt. She explodes. I lap up the flood of her release and give her softening clit a parting kiss before rising and unfastening my pants.
This wasn’t how I envisioned my revenge, but claiming my stubborn, resilient, pretty little doll overrules all else.
I won’t wait another second to feel the tight, wet heat of her body. Sienna Luciano is mine.
All mine.
I pull my cock out of my trousers. Her eyes widen. I stroke myself before lining my dick up with her entrance.
She presses her hands against my chest and tries wriggling deeper into the chair. The buttons of my shirt dig into my flesh. I grab the chain between her cuffs, pin her arms over her head, and yank her ass back toward me.
“Mine,” I snarl.
“No, I—”
Her pleas fall on deaf ears. I push my length deep inside her.
She’s tight. Too tight.
I snarl and bury my face in her neck as I lose control.
With every brutal snap of my hips, I sink impossibly deeper into her body, but her position robs me of the last inch, so I hook my arm under her knee and force her leg over the armrest.
As my tip hits the spongey ring of her cervix, she shrieks and writhes. I murmur broken words of encouragement and praise against her shoulder as I take every bit of what she offered and more.
My orgasm begins at the base of my spine. Liquid fire erupts from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and spurts from my tip. I cum harder and longer than ever before, jet after jet after unstoppable, unending jet roars through me.
Blood fills my mouth. Sienna’s body strangles every last bit of seed from my balls. I lift my head and spit onto the floor. A lightness infects my marrow, and for the first time in my life, the anger festering in my soul lies dormant.
As I nuzzle mia bambolina’s throat, I recognize her for what she truly is and not for what I demand she be.
She’s not my revenge or plaything. She’s my other half. My woman. My future.
I’ll never admit it out loud, but I need Sienna Luciano. I need her writhing underneath me, glaring at me in challenge and standing by my side. Forever.
For now I’ll bask in the euphoria I found in her body, knowing there’s no escape for her. She’s mine.
She’ll always be mine, no matter what it takes.