Saved By My Mafia Knight (Billionaire Don #4)

Prologue - Four Years Ago

Barun

After finishing my early morning run and workout, I got out of the shower, picking up my mobile phone that flashed with my half-brother’s name.

Five AM was way too early for casual chitchat.

Frowning, I answered the call immediately, knowing Gio and the Falcones called me at this hour only for emergencies.

“What happened?” I didn’t bother with niceties, knowing he wouldn’t expect them either.

“It’s Katy.”

“What?” I vaguely recalled a little girl running around in pigtails when I’d last visited the Falcone mansion.

“She’s been kidnapped.” Gio rasped, making my blood freeze.

“Fuck! When?”

“Last night? This morning? We’re not sure. We discovered she’s missing an hour ago. Start immediately; the senior Falcone has summoned you. And ask your guys to dig right away.”

“On it,” I responded, already reaching for my suitcase. I hurriedly packed some of my essentials, simultaneously speaking to Ryker, the cyber expert in the security firm I started six months back.

Along with me, five more guys from the military, and even a motorcycle gang, joined hands to start the security business. It was the best decision I ever made, and I knew we were in for good money with the clientele we already had in our pockets.

Ryker immediately got started with the tracking and snooping over her socials, phone, and any other digital footprint while I hurriedly left to get to the waiting jet.

Three hours later, I entered the Falcone mansion, hardly noticing the high ceilings or the immaculate, ornate staircase. The art pieces that adorned the walls did nothing for me today; my thoughts only fixated on one thing. Bring back Katy before it was too late.

In the study, the Don of the Falcone family was pacing, his face pinched with worry.

Noah, his elder son, and Rhett, his younger son, were ready to massacre the city.

Together, they ruled Honey Valley and a part of New York.

None could dethrone this trio. Yet, someone had dared to kidnap the youngest Falcone, Katy.

“It’s the fucking Vikings. I know it.” Rhett snapped, his anger palpable. Even I was taken aback at the coldness in his grey eyes.

Before I could speak, my assistant called me. “This better be important.” I growled in a low voice.

It was Ryker who spoke. “The Vikings’ youngest son has taken his jet to Plum Island.

I hacked into all their phones, and this bastard was the one who contacted his pilot.

The timing’s way too much of a coincidence, although he has flown in under the pretext of a boy’s trip.

My gut feeling says it’s more than that. ”

After working with him for years on private projects, I trusted Ryker’s views and instincts for anything cyber-related. I grunted a noncommittal response. “What else have you got from the snooping?”

My man hesitated, making my heart skip a beat. “Spit it out.”

“This doesn’t seem to be a whim. His phone…he has all her social media pictures stored in a folder. It doesn’t seem like a family revenge. It’s more than that.”

“Jesus Christ.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Can you get the location?”

“You’ll have it when you land,” Ryker promised.

I disconnected the call and looked at the other men in the room, including my half-brother, Gio. Briefing them about the call, I noticed Noah curse out loud simultaneously glocking his gun.

“Let’s go.” The command bounced through the room, propelling us into action.

Nodding at the senior Falcone, Gio, Noah, and I left.

Rhett stayed back, preferring to deal with the other Vikings along with their soldiers.

I knew the Vikings would be slaughtered before the night was over and didn’t have an ounce of pity for those motherfuckers.

Katy was innocent, only seventeen years old, and if that bastard touched her…

My blood boiled even as I told myself not to think of the worst scenario. Rushing to the jet, we boarded, wasting no time. The journey to Plum Island was filled with tense silence, each man lost in his own thoughts.

The moment we landed, as promised, I received the location of an old warehouse that was partially hidden behind a farmhouse at one end of the island. Quickly getting into the SUV that was waiting for us, we drove to the place, making our way to the abandoned warehouse.

The murky smell and the dirty place made me clench my fists. That poor kid, if she were held here, would be out of her mind with fear. I briefly recalled watching the young girl with two pigtails and rosy, round cheeks run around the mansion.

Swallowing my fear, I kicked open the door to find… nothing! Her brothers ran inside while something made me pause and turn to the farmhouse. Inside, I saw a bottle of beer lying open. Ignoring the bottle, I made my way up the stairs, scanning the first room and then the next.

Only one more room remained. I went in only to find no one there either. Surveying the room once more, I turned around, this time, hearing a small whimper and a thud. My body stilled for a brief second before I moved toward the sound. I stood next to a cupboard, cautiously opening the door.

My heart broke at the sight of Katy with her messy hair and terrified eyes.

Her mouth was taped, and she was struggling to cage in her pained whimpers.

Her pale pink dress was torn in places, and her rounded cheeks were marked with red slashes.

I felt the rise of uncontrollable fury at the sight of the innocent girl being dragged into a mafia war.

Women and children were supposed to be off limits.

Looks like the bastards didn’t get the memo.

Cutting off the ties that held her hands, I undid the tape, causing her to fall onto me in relief and exhaustion. Gently pulling her out of the dingy cupboard, I sent a text to Gio before helping her reclaim her balance.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” I brushed the hair that fell over her eyes away, eyeing Katy with tenderness, an acute ache piercing my heart. She barely nodded before her eyes rounded in fear, immediately alerting me to the presence of someone else in the room.

Turning around, I was furious to see the Viking heir and two more boys, who seemed to be in their early twenties like this fucker.

“Well, well, who do we have here? A savior?”

Instinctively, I held Katy close to me, enraged at his mocking tone.

Clearly, the dickhead had no brain cells.

He took out his gun, pointing it at Katy, while one of his friends simultaneously reached for a knife.

I was tempted to roll my eyes; only the thought of upsetting Katy with all the drama stopped me.

Right now, her safety was my only priority.

“Give her back, and you can get out alive. You know, you could always tell her brothers the story of how we’d defile little Miss Fat Virgin here.

” He laughed, the bastard. My hands tightened around Katy, making her whimper.

Immediately, I threw her a reassuring glance before glaring at the Viking asshole.

“Fat or not, she captured my interest.” He eyed her lewdly, making my skin crawl. I remembered Ryker’s comment about his folder with Katy’s photos.

“Do you want to watch? Or how about we give him a turn after all of us are done?” The other friend gloated, making me grind my teeth.

“Drop the weapons before I kill you fuckwits with my bare hands.” I threatened, my voice icy and devoid of any emotion.

“What did you say?” The Viking idiot’s nostrils flared and his pupils were already dilated, making me realise he was high. Shit! This meant he could act irrationally. Making a swift move, I kicked that fucker’s stomach, making him stumble back, dropping the gun in the process.

Katy whimpered again, and I tightened my hold on her. Before the guy with the knife could stab me, he slid to the floor. That’s when I noticed Gio behind him, his gun making a clean shot at the two friends, one by one. The two fuckers slid to the ground, their eyes devoid of life.

Instinctively, I shielded Katy from the sight, blocking her vision with my body and protecting her within my arms. For those brief moments, I felt her clutch for her dear life, holding on to me with a tightness that made my heart ache. “Turn around, sweetheart.” I murmured before nodding at Gio.

“He is mine.” I grunted at the Viking now trying to reach for the gun in desperation. Just as the bastard’s hand touched the metal, a bullet from my gun passed through his skull, scattering his brain with precision.

The familiar stench of blood and urine permeated the room, making me aware I had to get Katy out of this mess and soon. Gesturing at Gio to take care of the cleanup, I carried her effortlessly, holding her face away from the bloodshed.

As I moved toward the entrance, Noah walked in, the bloodstains on his shirt confirming the death of any men left in the warehouse.

“Katy?” He tucked the weapon behind his waistband, the color leeching from his face at the sight of his baby sister’s torn clothes and bruised body.

I watched her turn to look at Noah, her face white as a ghost.

“Sweetie, don’t be scared. Darling, I’m here. You’re safe now.” His words were tripping over one another even as he reached out to his sister.

Katy took one look at his bloody hands and clutched at me with a whimper. She turned away from him, snuggling deeper into my chest. Noah faltered, belatedly realizing how he looked.

“Fuck,” he muttered, raising miserable eyes at me.

“I’ll wait with her in the jet. Clean up and meet us there with Gio.” I murmured, not wanting to upset her further.

Noah nodded without a word, his eyes full of dark emotions.

I barely held on to my control as is, wondering how low these bastards could stoop.

The rage I felt didn’t dissipate even after killing that lowlife.

I wish I had the chance to sabotage him in the cruelest ways possible until he begged for sweet relief in the form of death.

Luckily for him, his soul left his body within seconds.