The Chosen Son (Next Generation Genoa Mob)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

Angelina

It was surreal. Their first-time making love was while being held captive. They never did anything the normal way. Such was everything with their family. Joseph made slow, magical, and passionate love to her early in the morning. They were to be married at noon, so they would be coming to get her soon.

It was Megan who showed up first after knocking quietly on the door. She carried a large dress bag in her arms.

“Good morning.” Even though Megan appeared calm, her eyes were glassy. Angelina silently fumed at the bruise on the woman’s cheek. Was it Sergei who’d put the mark on her face? Hopefully, a wedding would take the attention off the young woman for the day.

Those same eyes widened in fear when Joseph came out of the bathroom. She stepped back and forth a few times and stared at the floor. Megan was probably terrified of all men after what she’d be put through.

Joseph broke the silence first. “Since it’s bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day, I will leave you, my Angel. Until we meet again.” He never glanced her way. Did he believe the superstition or was he continuing to play a role? Megan flinched when he strolled by. The horror this poor girl must have gone through.

Megan closed and locked the door behind him. “Are you all right?” Megan rushed to her side.

“I’m as good as can be expected for being forced to marry with no family around me.” Angelina pulled the sheet higher as she sat up in bed. Joseph had advised her to keep up her resistance.

“I don’t know him, but I no longer trust any men.” Megan scowled. “I brought your dress.” She laid the dress across the back of a chair and took a seat on the bed.

“Megan, are you all right?”

“I will never be right until I leave this place and put a knife through the heart of every man who has hurt me.” Her tears flowed freely.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say everything would be fine, but it was still hard to know who to trust.

Another knock on the door made them jump. With Joseph no longer beside her, fear and anxiety kicked in. Thankfully, it was Ellenore who entered when Megan unlocked the door. Along with a bright smile on her face, she carried a huge tray of food. The smell of rich coffee, cinnamon French toast, and bacon made her taste buds water.

“Brought extra coffee for Megan and me, if you don’t mind.” She placed the large tray on a table by the window.

“No, not at all. I, ah . . .” Angelina pulled the sheet up to her neck.

Ellenore was two steps ahead of her, bringing over a robe for her to slip into. At least the women weren’t asking about what happened the night before.

“After you eat and take a shower, we can help you get ready.” Ellenore seemed almost giddy as she picked up a strawberry and slipped it into her mouth. They probably didn’t have many special occasions happening here.

Megan smiled. “I can do your makeup and hair.”

“I remember my wedding day.” Ellenore set her coffee mug on the table, reminiscing while running her fingers up and down the side of the cup. “Hans was so handsome. I couldn’t believe he’d chosen me.” The smile dropped from her lips. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to choose how things are, but Mr. Caponelli seems like a nice young man and very handsome.”

Angelina poured some syrup on her toast and brought a fork full of deliciousness to her mouth. The last thing she wanted was to reassure anyone that the wedding was something she wanted. Not totally sure of what Joseph had up his sleeve, it was best not to share anything.

“Megan, do you have a boyfriend?” As soon as the question was out of her mouth, Angelina wanted to stick her foot in it. What was she thinking? It was a good chance that Megan might never get out of there, or at least not until Joseph had some kind of control of the situation, which couldn’t happen soon enough. “I mean someone back home.”

“No, I was focused on my job.”

“What did you do?” Angelina took a bite of the toast. The cinnamon and maple flavors flooded her taste buds.

“I was a model.” Megan sipped her coffee but hadn’t had a bite to eat.

“You’re so tall and slender, I can picture it.” Goosebumps rose on her skin. Was this the Megan who had disappeared before the fashion show?

“Look at the time.” Ellenore nodded at the clock on the wall. “The ceremony is at noon. I’d better let you finish up and get ready. Is there anything else I can get you, dear?”

“A car to take me out of here.”

“I wish I could.” Ellenore leaned over and cupped Angelina’s cheek. It was a gesture a grandmother would make to a loved one. “No one leaves unless they want you to. Try to make the best of it and do what they say.” She rose and gathered the empty dishes and utensils. “I’ll be back soon.”

Easily lifting the large tray, Ellenore quietly left the room. Megan hurried over to shut the door behind her.

Angelina strolled into the bathroom to get ready for what was supposed to be the most important and happiest day of her life. The day she’d dreamed about forever. Marrying Joseph. Unfortunately, it wasn’t at home, wasn’t surrounded by friends and family, and they hadn’t planned a thing. Not even the dress was of her choosing. At least she wasn’t being forced to marry a stranger, or worse yet, Sergei.

The hot shower was heavenly. Her muscles ached in places she’d not known existed. Last night’s activities had left their mark on her skin. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips swollen.

After drying off and wrapping her hair up in a towel, she dressed in the black bra and panties Megan had left on the counter for her. Black?

“Megan?” Angelina called as she opened the bathroom door. “Shouldn’t I be wearing white?”

She stopped. Her voice stuck in her throat. On the bed was the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen. She stepped closer. Wait. She had seen it before, only not in black. “It’s stunning.” The fabric was cut out velvet with delicate black sequins, crystals, and beaded accents.

“I used to work for Madison’s Designs. One day the owner asked if I could pick it up from the seamstress where they had put on these special crystals.” Megan traced the delicate design. “I guess they saw the dress in my car and figured they could sell it. I’m not sure how it ended up in the house.”

“Madison’s my aunt.”

“I knew Joseph was her son, but I didn’t know you were related to the family. I don’t know what is going to happen, or how you will get out of here, but if you do, please take me with you.” There were tears in her eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, either. I swear we won’t leave here without you.” It was promise she would keep.

Megan’s shoulders relaxed. “Thank you. Now, let’s do your makeup and hair, and get you into this dress.”

Her fill-in beautician worked quickly, chatting as she worked giving more details about what had happened. The young woman had gone to cosmetology school. After graduation, she often worked for fashion shows. When a model was a no show, Megan was recruited for the runway.

At least Anglina had something from her family here. Megan held the dress out so she could step into it. After zipping it up, Megan turned her to the mirror. Megan had gone more of a gothic, dark makeup to match the dress and the sinister location. The affect was amazing and scary.

Her lips and nails were deep red. A stark and sexy contrast to the darkness of her dress. She felt sophisticated. Thinking about Jospeh’s reaction made excitement flow through her. The only problem was keeping up the allusion of being at war. Angelina almost floated around the room. When she swayed back and forth, the delicate embellishments sparkled in the light. High heeled, beaded shoes kept the hem from dragging on the floor. They weren’t from Madison’s. It was best not to think about where they’d came from or what happened to the woman they’d belonged to. Most likely a young woman celebrating at a club who was later roofied and currently who knew where.

Megan had given her smoky eyes which made her hazel eyes pop. Her cheeks were contoured and rosy. It was how she’d pictured herself on her wedding day. Not a typical bride but exactly how she wanted to be. Her long hair was swept up in back with simple whisps cascading down her cheeks and neck. She couldn’t have been more pleased. Megan truly had talent.

“I love it.” The skirt of the dress flared out. She swirled in circles It was a ballroom-type gown. Off the shoulder, fitted waist, and a simple full skirt. The train wasn’t too long but the black lace veil was cathedral. The edges were accented with subtle lace and sequins.

Megan clasped her hands together. “You look like a princess in a fairytale.”

Ellenore knocked and entered the room. A sigh escaped her lips as she clutched her hands over her heart. “What a gorgeous bride. I could cry.”

It was getting harder and harder not to be excited for the upcoming nuptials. As if it were her real wedding day, nerves kicked in. She smoothed the skirt with her hands. The satin and velvet were a contrast to the touch.

“When I heard the dress was black, I was shocked. I can see now it is perfect. Even more so with the necklace I was asked to give you.” Ellenore set a black velvet jewelry box on the bed. She lifted out a breathtaking diamond necklace and fastened it to around Angelina’s neck. It was heavy and probably cost a fortune.

The weight of it spoke of some significance. Lightly touching the gems, a sense of melancholy came over her.

“Where did this come from? It’s too much.”

Ellenore straightened the necklace. “A gift from the grandfather of the groom.”

Angelina reached for the back of a nearby chair and the women guided her to take a seat. Ellenore fussed over her. “Should I get the salts? Megan, pour her a glass of water.”

“I’m all right, just overwhelmed.”

“It’s to be understood.” Ellenore held her hand as she took a seat on a nearby chair. “The priest is here. I heard the men are dressed and ready. I finished the cake this morning.”

“I’m sure it will be wonderful. Thank you for all you have done for me.”

“My pleasure. I can’t wait for babies to be about the house once again.”

Angelina met Megan’s gaze as she stood behind the housekeeper. Although Ellenore was a kind and caring woman, she was as delusional as Christopher. They would never be a happy little family living in a castle in northern Italy, or wherever the hell they were. These men were killers and thieves who tortured and sold women. Although she was going through a wide range of emotions, never for a moment did she forget where she was. Their lives depended on doing what they were told until help arrived. Dammit, what was taking them so long? With all the tracking devices they had in and on their bodies, they should have beaten them there.

Something wasn’t right.

Sergei’s shadow darkened the door. “Well, if it isn’t our dark bride. What is it Joseph calls you? His dark angel. Maybe I could sample this heavenly being before we go downstairs.”

A vision of this creep holding a gun to Megan or Ellenore’s head while he forced her to do unspeakable things, caused her fresh to crawl.

He shook his head, but his evil glare didn’t end. “Maybe another time. I wouldn’t want to mess up your pretty hair on such a special day. Gather your things and let’s go.” Sergei slurred his words. She could smell beer from where she stood and Angelina said a silent prayer for being spared his wrath.

Single file, they made their way down to the grand hall where the wedding would take place. Ellenore excused herself to rush to the kitchen only to return with a boutique of red roses tied together with a black ribbon. It really did feel like something out of a medieval movie.

Notes from a harp began to filter from the hall. Canon in D, by Johann Pachelbel to be exact. It was surreal. An arranged, forced marriage with all the fixings of a real wedding. Where did one find a harpist at a moment’s notice? The only thing missing were the attendants and family members. Hell, Christopher thought they were family. Over her dead body, which, unfortunately could be the case.

“My dear, you look lovely.” Christopher stood by the door waiting for her. “Like a dark angel with broken wings dropped down from heaven to grace us with her presence.” His eyes were a mirror into the brilliance or madness behind them. She wasn’t sure which one yet. Whether it was from grief or guilt, the man seemed obsessed with Joseph and creating a perfect little family. Her rescue party had to be on their way, but what was taking so long? Were they going to jump in at the last moment?

The black wedding dress suddenly made sense. Their old life was dead. Maybe help wasn’t coming. Maybe she was indeed a gift to the devil’s grandson, and this was hell. Wasn’t the devil a fallen angel as well? Her knees locked as Christopher guided her toward the door.

“Relax. I promise it will be okay. It’s just nerves. I see the way he looks at you and you him. You’re meant to be together.”

All thoughts of flight went out the window when she spied Joseph at the other end of the room. Tall, handsome, and a look of wonder on his face. Was he thinking the same thing? They were players in some bizarre chess game. One in which they wanted to change the rules and win.

After a first misstep, her focus was on the man she hoped knew what he was doing. What choice did they have? Not marry would be mean death for at least one of them.

Only a few people were in the room. A priest, Ellenore, Megan, Sergei, and what she assumed were several high-ranking members of the Vittore family. A few guards stood at each door.

Her future husband didn’t wait for them but met her near in the middle of the room.

“I’ll take over from here.” Joseph took her hand in his and escorted her the rest of the way. There he stopped, faced her, and gazed into her eyes.

The white-haired priest darted his eyes around the room, cleared his throat, and opened a bible. His hands shook as he began to read.

“Get on with it.” Sergei interrupted. “We don’t have all day.”

“You can leave if you want. I’m enjoying this.” The proud grandparent shut him down.

The holy man stuttered and moved on to the part where they said their vows. It was short and to the point.

From out of nowhere, rings were placed on the book. His, a simple gold band, and hers, a gold band with a huge diamond in the center. Not at all her style but at least the dress and the groom were.

“By the power invested in me by the Catholic Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Joseph pulled her into his arms and kissed her. A kiss of promise, devotion, and everlasting love. There was no way to define how she knew it. It simply was. If her knees were unsettled before, they were even worse now. He left her breathless. How had they managed to be apart for so long when it was so obvious to her, they were meant to be together? And why did it take a man, driven crazy by loss, to make it happen?

“Sign the papers.” Christopher stood with a document with the word’s marriage license in Italian at the top and a fountain pen. They took turns signing it before he handed the papers to whom Angelina guessed was his lawyer. The man collected signatures from the witnesses and hurried off, obviously not invited to stay for cake.

“Salute.” Christopher shouted and clapped his hands, interrupting their embrace. “Welcome to the family my dear.” With his hand on Joseph’s shoulder, Christopher smiled down at his new granddaughter-in-law before pulling her into a quick embrace.

“She didn’t really have a choice now did she?” Joseph’s voice was cold. He was back to playing the part of his equally greedy family member. “But it will all work out in the end. Our families forever linked.” The wink he gave her was discrete and only for her. It was a signal to keep the faith. To know to trust only him.

“I give you the next generation of Vittore.” Christopher raised the bride and groom’s hands in the air.

Except for Sergei, the few in attendance cheered, whether out of approval or fear of retaliation, who knew.

“Let’s go to the dining room and enjoy the feast Ellenore has prepared.” Christopher led the way. The priest was the only one eager to follow.

Joseph tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. Her wedding ring caught the light. “Are we really married?” Maybe this was all some type of scam to see how far Christopher could bend them his way.

“Hell, if I know. The papers appeared legit, but then since I don’t read Italian, I wouldn’t know if they were real or not.”

Never as a little girl had she pictured her wedding day going this way. The guests were strangers in a hostile environment. A forced wedding in a foreign land.

The only saving grace was the dress created by her new mother-in-law and the man she always pictured as her groom.

The meal was awkward. Trays of food were arranged buffet style so poisoning her wasn’t likely. Angelina put up a good front. She didn’t think about the possibility they might try and off her until now, but it had slipped into back of her mind. Ellenore had created a wonderful dinner and the three-tier chocolate cake looked divine. Christopher toasted the new couple before pushing his plate away.

Sergei sneered. “Too bad it will be your last night together. Since I will kill your husband then take you to my bed.”

“What?” Angelina gasped. What kind of a sick bastard had his family fight to the death for their rank in the organization? Of course. A mafia family. Angelina pushed her plate away.

“Weak stomach, my dear?” Sergei tossed back a glass of wine. “Toughen up my dear.” Turning his attention to the other people at the table, Sergio continued to glare.

Angelina had had enough and couldn’t hold back any longer. “Christopher, why would you risk the death of your only son’s child?”

“As in nature, it is survival of the fittest. If I have a weak link, it needs to be cut off.” Christopher didn’t look her in the eyes. It seems he hadn’t expected Sergei to make such demands, either.

“Don’t worry, princess I will make sure you’re satisfied.” Sergei leered at her.

Joseph smiled at her then glared at Sergei. “Don’t worry. I’ll win. There’s nothing to be concerned about, my dear.”

Joseph may seem cool, but she was sweating bullets. Where was Roman and her father? What if they didn’t show up in time and her new husband was killed? She would die with him. There was no way she would submit to the bastard, Sergei.

“You’re all sick.” Panic filled her voice.

Joseph caught her eye. It was a given he wanted her to be quiet and not draw attention to herself, but that wasn’t an option. There was no way around it. She was the prize in this game of life and death.

Tension filled the room with the sounds of silver on plates echoing in the large room. Ellenore rose and placed the cake in front of the bride and groom. The poor woman was trying to make this as normal a ceremony as possible.

“It’s time to cut the cake.” A knife with a black ribbon tied on it was placed between them. Joseph nodded for her to pick it up. He covered her hand with his. The slight squeeze was both a comfort and hidden show of support for the turmoil rushing through her. Men in her family were raised to be emotionless, unfeeling. His expression may be cold, but she knew she was heavy on his mind. The last thing she wanted was for him to be concerned with her and not be focused on the fight.

The blade slid effortlessly through the decadent dessert. Angelina placed a piece on Joseph’s plate and then hers. Ellenore took over and served the rest at their table. It was a motley crew if there ever was one. The priest, Christopher, Sergei, Megan, Ellenore, and a few of the guards.

If they ever got out of here, Angelina doubted she could go through another wedding without it triggering nightmares of this one. It broke her heart to have her romantic dreams of years ago fizzle into the psychotic chess game of a madman.

After the guests finished their dessert, Christopher pushed back his chair and stood.

“Get your rest men. Your lives depend on it.” He raised his glass in a toast, drained it, and threw the glass in the nearby fireplace. Dramatic much?

Megan jumped but stayed in her seat. Her eyes were wide and darting around. Sergei slid back his chair and dragged Megan by the arm from the room. Angelina started to rise. Someone had to help the poor woman. Joseph placed a firm hand on her thigh. Ellenore caught Angelina’s gaze and gave her head a slight shake. Remembering what the poor girl had told her about Lucario, was Sergei the same weak man? One who had to threaten innocent women to get what he wanted? If it were possible, Angelina would stab the man in the heart herself. The world would surely be a better place without both of them.

A couple of maids came in to clear the table. The men leered at the youngest one. Joseph must have noticed as he tried to engage them in conversation until they left the room. “We will retire to our room now. I must prepare for tomorrow.” Joseph stood and helped Angelina to her feet.

Christopher raised a hand. “As you should. Unfortunately, spending valuable energy on a new bride is not what I want you to do this evening. No, you will be in separate rooms. As much as I value Sergio, it is not him I wish to rule. Ellenore, please escort my new granddaughter-in-law to her room. Joseph will join me in the study. We have much to discuss.”

Joseph opened his mouth. It was on the tip of her tongue to argue but the last thing she wanted was for him to fight tired. “It’s true, you need to rest. We have a lifetime to spend together.” All that mattered now was Joseph. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry my love.” He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “If I have to come back from the dead, I will. No one will take you from me.”

“So touching. Now leave.” Christopher dismissed them all with a wave, his men being the first to flee.

Was this all a show for the others? Clearly, Christopher didn’t want his grandson dead. Joseph was escorted by guards from the room but Angelina wasn’t letting it go.

There had to be something she could do to help but what? And why had their family still not found them? What if Joseph were killed? She covered her mouth with her hand as nausea threatened.

“I don’t understand you.” Her voice cracked. “You just got your own flesh and blood back and you allow this, this fight to continue. What if he dies?”

“Maybe I have more faith in him than you do.” He placed both hands on the table.

“I know Joseph is an excellent fighter. I don’t need him to prove it to me. Things can go wrong. A lucky punch. A slip on the floor. Anything can happen.” Her knees were weak. She grabbed the back of a nearby chair.

“Try not to worry, dear.” He sighed. Shadows were dark beneath his eyes. Did no one sleep around here?

“How can I not?” Angelina blinked away threatening tears. The last thing she wanted was to have anyone use her feelings for Jospeh against them. “If something happens to him, you’ll throw me to that monster, Sergei.”

“Then you’d better hope and pray Joseph wins.” His fingers shook as he lit a cigar.

“Aren’t you worried?”

“Megan hates Sergei. If I had to guess, she would do anything she can to do keep him awake all night long. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to speak to my grandson. Welcome to the family dear.” He exhaled a puff of smoke and left the room.

Angelina turned to Ellenore who stood by the door glancing at her watch. What is wrong with these people? One was as crazy as the next. Was no one worried one man would be dead by this time tomorrow?

She trudged after the older woman to her room. The train of her dress rustled behind her. With her concern for Joseph first and foremost in her mind, what a nightmare of a wedding day.

“Is there anything else I can get for you? Would you like some company? I know I’m a poor substitute for your new husband but I feel bad leaving you alone.” Even though it was still light out, Ellenore closed the curtains. “Or I could run a bath?”

“Thank you, no. I just want to be alone.” Angelina plopped in a chair, a black cloud of fabric surrounding her. She pulled the veil from her hair and flung it on the bed.

“Of course. I’ll bring a tray of snacks and leave them outside the door in case you change your mind.” She bowed her head and left the room. Fixing food was probably her way of keeping busy.

Angelina went to the window and drew back the drapes. No roads were visible. Her family had to be out there somewhere. Joseph had his whole life before him. The thought he might be cut down before he had the chance to live life to the fullest made her sick. Not to mention the life she always dreamed they’d have together. Was it selfish to think that way? Even though they had their issues, it was always him who she’d imagined growing old with.

Searching the landscape again, there was no sign of anyone coming to their rescue. Glancing toward the sky, Angelina said a silent prayer for help. A flash of light flickered in the woods below her. Hope momentarily rose, but after staring at the area for the next thirty minutes, nothing else happened. It must have been a stream or the flicker of light reflecting on a wet leaf.

Shoulder’s slumped, Angelina struggled to get out of her dress. In a moment of weakness, she was tempted to call Ellenore but finally managed to get it off without incident. Despite the horrible circumstances, the dress was made by Joseph’s mom. It was special. It was the only thing beside Joseph she hoped to leave with.

The rest of the day and night Angelina went through the motions of trying to stay calm. Everything was a mindless blur as the seconds ticked away until the battle in the morning. A bath, a night filled with tossing and turning, and endless speculation about what was going to happen next. Giving into the need to keep up her energy, she took Ellenore up on her word and ate a few snacks from the tray left outside her door. Sleep was non-existent or spotty at best.

The next morning, she was jolted awake by someone knocking on the door. Ellenore opened the door and entered. Fatigued laced her face as well.

“How are you doing this morning?” Her eyebrows raised; the woman walked toward her.

“Not any better than last night.” Angelina pushed herself to sit.

“Everything will be over soon.” Ellenore placed a tray of food on a nearby table.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” She beat her fist on the bed. “How can you be so calm? Does this happen every week around here?”

“I’m as nervous as you are. There is nothing I can do about it. I’m trying to stay positive for you. Your young man is strong and has you to fight for. If you think he’s going to go down easy and let you fall into Sergei’s man’s hands, you are wrong.”

“So many things could happen. Yes, he’s young, but I’m sure the other guy has more experience. What time is it anyway?” Her body ached from the stress.

“It’s nine.” Ellenore uncovered a plate of steaming food.

“Nine!” Angelina tossed the covers off and jumped out of bed. Her legs gave out and she fell back onto the bed. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Careful.” Ellenore handed her some juice. “They changed the time to this evening. Sergei insisted Megan drugged him, which is nonsense, but they finally agreed to move the fight until this evening.”

Angelina drank the fluids and energy level started to rise. “How am I going to survive waiting even longer for this nightmare to end? Can I see Joseph?”

“No. Believe me it is better for him to keep his mind on the fight and nothing else. He does not need any distractions.”

“What will I do today?” There was no way so could just sit idly by.

Marie leaned closer. “Prepare yourself to leave if things go bad.”

“What?”

“If God forbid your young man falls, I will not let you be at the mercy of Sergio. I’ve turned a blind eye for too long. While everyone is watching, I’ll get the keys to a vehicle. I’ll figure some way to slip you out after that.”

“What if we are caught?” She reached for a strip of bacon.

“I think you know the answer.”

Angelina’s breath caught. “If it is a choice between Sergio and death, death it is.”

Time dragged while waiting for the fight to happen, and yet it went way too fast. Joseph’s possibly dying was a knife to her heart. She couldn’t imagine life without him. Sure, they’d had their issues, who didn’t. The thought of their having spent so much time apart when they could have been together was devastating.

Angelina spent most of the day staring at the ceiling, praying, or watching the woods through the window, hoping for a sign of anyone. The flash never appeared again. Where was her family? Had they been buried in the avalanche and not been able to go around it? It was almost as if they’d disappeared off the face of the earth. Yes, they were in the Italian alps but there had to be neighbors. Someone had to know something.

A knock sounded at the door and Ellenore poked her head in. “It’s time dear.” The door creaked as she pushed it open.

A huge sigh escaped her lips as Angelina rose from the bed. In case they had to flee, she’d dressed in dark jeans, comfortable running shoes, and a forest green sweater Ellenore had found for her. Even with flat shoes on her feet, it was hard to walk. Apparently scared stiff was a real thing.

“I bet your new husband would want you to go in with your head held high like the queen you are.”

“Huh, I’m not queen. I’m a prisoner.” Hopefully not for much longer. She crossed her fingers.

“You are the wife of Christopher’s grandson. I have no clue what will happen, but don’t let them think you are meek.” She placed a comforting hand on Angelina shoulders.

It was true. It didn’t matter they’d been kidnapped and thrown into this hell hole. She was still a part of the Caponelli and Rinaldi families. And now, unfortunately, the Vittore family. Smoothing her hair in the mirror, Angelina puffed out her chest. One man would go down in the fight but she wouldn’t be the next. Telling herself something didn’t mean it was true. Ellenore was right. Most mafia men preyed on weakness. She would be fierce. A force to be reckoned with.

“Let’s go.” She straightened her shoulders and stood tall.

“He’ll win. I know it.” Ellenore led the way.

The Vittore home was the size of a castle. The fight would take place in what could only be described as an underground banquet hall. Her tennis shoes didn’t make a sound as they hurried down a long, winding, stone stairwell.

When they finally reached the bottom, they entered a large, cavernous room. Voices of the crowd gathered echoed off the walls. There were a few chairs and benches around but most attendees stood. Several turned her way to see the woman who’d fall into the hands of the winner. Ellenore motioned for Angelina to go ahead while she remained where she was. It was hard to tell if the woman had ever witnessed a fight such as this, but it didn’t appear she was leaving. She would stay to keep an eye on Angelina.

Christopher waved her over to take a seat next to him. It wasn’t an option to refuse. She raised her chin and straightened her spine as she marched over to the wooden chair. She sat down slowly and crossed her legs at the ankles.

Except for a few of the thugs and bodyguards who worked for Vittore, she didn’t recognize anyone. The weight of their stares threatened to wear her down but she refused to buckle and glared back. This must be how a mouse feels surrounded by a bunch of cats. Among the crowd were grumbles, while a few smirked, and one winked at her. It was evident Joseph would need to show his strength to earn the respect of this group of rough men.

Christopher stood, walked to the center of the room, and held up a hand to silence the crowd.

“I’ve gathered you all here to witness a change in leadership. I’m getting older and will not rule forever. I’ve been reunited with someone I long ago thought was lost. My grandson, Joseph. Blood of my blood. He is my heir and the rightful man to step into my shoes. But he has a challenger for the spot. Sergei has been with me since the beginning. It was expected he would eventually take over, but blood is blood. No one knows it better than those of us who rule by the sword.”

“I give you the two contenders.” Christopher raised rose both his arms as if he were the ring master of a circus. The mass circled around eager to witness the fighters.

Sergei entered from a side hallway. He was dressed in sweatpants, army boots, and a t-shirt. The man punched his fist against his palm as he strolled toward the center of the room with a confident swagger. When his gaze landed on her, he leered. Her blood ran cold and a shiver ran down her spine. It was slight, but the smile on face said he’d seen it.

Christopher held up the man’s arm. “I give you, Sergei Rostova. My underboss.”

Applause and cheers rang out. He had a large support group. Christopher paled but kept going.

When the praise ended, Christopher pointed toward another hallway. It was quiet as the mob moved and raised heads to be the first to see the other fighter. A few murmurs sounded then all was quiet when Joseph finally appeared.

Her breath caught as her fierce husband strolled toward the ring. She hardly recognized him. Even with several larger men in the hall, Joseph was one of the tallest. His only attire was a pair of athletic shorts and boxer shoes.

The two fighters were nothing alike. One dressed like a street thug and the other like a prize fighter. A few guys nudged each other as if this was some kind of a joke. That Joseph had so little clothes on hinted at the scars and blood that might soon be shed. For being so young, his perfect physique was already marked with wounds and tattoos. Stretching and hopping up and down, he didn’t break into a sweat whereas Sergio’s bald head reflected sweat from the hot lights above.

“I give you my grandson, Joseph Caponelli. The blood son.” A gasp broke out over the name. Several frowned and glanced around the room. The power shifted in the room as several studied the young warrior in a different light. If he won, when he won, Joseph would be officially named as the heir and second in command of the Vittore family. The name Caponelli was honored worldwide and was to be respected.

Angelina said a silent prayer. If Joseph were in charge, they could finally go home. But what if he wanted to stay? Theirs was a bond which went beyond the norm. Two halves of a heart which couldn’t beat without the other. Yet would he give up ruling his new family when the one he’d hoped for was no longer an option?

Closing her eyes, Angelina inhaled. Now was the time to channel every bit of strength she had. Not only for herself but for her husband. Husband. That hadn’t even sunk in yet and still didn’t seem real. He was staring back at her when she opened her eyes. With a nod, Joseph did a quick scan of her from head to toe. She smiled to let him know everything was fine—at least for now.

“Let the fight begin.” Christopher shook the hand of each man, puffed up his chest, and returned to her side. It was easy to feel the tension rolling off him.

Fists sounded against skin. She flinched as if hit herself. Sergei had struck Joseph. Hard. It was a cheap shot but typical of rotten to the core crook like him. Joseph rubbed his jaw, then shook his head to clear the cobwebs. His focus had been off for a moment before his opponent struck, but the fury on his face meant he was totally in the zone now.

Slightly bent at the waist, he bobbed and weaved as Sergei talked smack and strutted around like a prized rooster. His bravado didn’t last long as Joseph swept his foot out, kicked him in the back of the knee, sending him crumbling to the ground. Before Sergei had a chance to catch his breath, Joseph pummeled Sergei before getting thrown off with a lucky shot to his ribs. As much as Angelina wanted this to be a quick win with Joseph as the winner, that wouldn’t be the case. There was no honor among thieves and criminals who wanted to get ahead in the mafia world.

Sergei was older and wearing out, but he also had more experience in dirty tricks. Including having a co-conspirator in the audience stick his foot out in an attempt to trip Joseph. Luckily, he’d seen it and was able to quickly recover. Joseph growled and countered with a hard hit to his opponent’s jaw. Sergei spit blood and a few teeth.

Beside her, Christopher flexed his fists around the arms of his chair. He couldn’t sit still either and flinched every time his grandson suffered a hit. As much as she hated Christopher, it was obvious he wanted no harm to come to his flesh and blood. Since he’d agreed to let this brutal battle take place, she had no sympathy.

Blood soon spotted the floor making it slippery. Both fighters struggled to stay on their feet as the crowd cheered. Not knowing who exactly they should root for, there was a constant roar of cheers and applause. When it appeared neither was going to go down anytime soon, knives were tossed to each man.

Joseph sliced first with a hit along Sergei’s arm. The cut was deep. He briefly covered the wound with his hand. Blood flowed over his fingers, and he struggled to clasp his weapon. His nostrils flared. Sergei blew red foam from his mouth like a rabid animal. Joseph got a second wind and hopped side to side like the great athlete he was. Again, interference from the crowd almost took him down as he swiftly missed a hit from one of Sergei’s buddies standing on the sidelines.

At one point, the battle was so intense, Angelina almost covered her eyes to avoid watching. What if she missed a chance to warn him of an attack from behind? The fight had gone on for at least ten minutes. The men had slowed down, but neither appeared ready to throw in the flag. There wasn’t a choice. If they stopped, they would be dead.

“Please stop this.” She gritted her teeth and grabbed hold of Christopher’s arm.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” she insisted.

“If I did, it would show weakness. A Vittore never goes down without a fight. Don’t worry. Joseph will win. I know it.”

The smack of a body hitting the floor made her return to the horror of Joseph beneath Sergei. He must have slipped. It was now a battle of strength as Sergei aimed his knife over her love’s heart. Back and forth they struggled as the knife edged closer to her husband’s chest.

“You can do it Joseph. Don’t let him win.” She jumped to her feet.

Her scream must have spurred him on as slowly he pushed Sergie’s arm upward. With a warrior yell, Joseph tossed the man to the side and rolled on top of him. It happened in a blur of terror and slow motion. Joseph pulled the knife from Sergei’s hand slicing it open in the motion. Once the knife was free, he lunged it into Sergei’s chest.

She covered her mouth with her hands. The crowd was silent as if in shock. Most of them had probably worked for or known Sergio for a long time. Would they have a riot on their hands, willing to avenge their former leader? Surely, Christopher wouldn’t allow it. The blood-soaked knife held tight in his hand, Joseph rose to his feet and surveyed the men surrounding him.

Some had rolled up their sleeves while others glanced around and shifted from foot to foot. Christopher remained motionless. It was obvious he wanted his grandson to lead, but would he have to watch Joseph fight more battles today? She hoped not.

One of Sergei’s cronies lunged, but Joseph was ready. All it took was two quick punches and a side kick to put the guy down. Years of MA training had been well worth it. Eyes wide, sweaty, and dripping in blood, Joseph appeared every inch the fierce leader. Christopher quietly observed as if waiting to see how things panned out.

A door slammed and several heads turned to the source. Slowly the crowd moved aside as a battered woman, staggered to the center where Sergei lay.

“Megan.” Angelina gasped and attempted to rise. Christopher reached an arm over and held her back.

The young woman could barely stand yet something kept her on her feet. She spit on the dead body and gave it a swift kick. It barely moved but the motion clearly showed its intent.

“I tried to get here in time to see his death and tell you of his crime.” Swinging around to face the men, she nearly lost her footing. Joseph took hold of her arm to keep her upright.

“What crime?” Christopher folded his arms in front of his wide chest. “Everything we do is criminal.”

His comment made the crowd smirk and laugh.

“Sergei was obsessed with taking over the family. He was livid last night that he’d had to fight Joseph when he’d worked his entire life to earn it. He confessed to everything, thinking I wouldn’t survive to tell his story.” Megan held up a fist. “But here I am. To tell about him and your son.”

“He was a good soldier, no one is disagreeing with that but what does this have to do with my son?”

“Was killing your son and Joseph’s mother a joke?” She wobbled and Joseph held her arm.

“What are you talking about?” Christopher got to his feet.

Angelina suspected the man knew Sergei’s crimes but wanted the men to hear it.

“That bastard, in addition to torturing women, killed your son. It was he who forced them off the road. Once the car crashed, he drove off leaving them to die. He thought no one survived. He saw cars coming in the distance so didn’t have time to check.”

Christopher’s face turned red. He clenched his jaw in outrage. “I don’t believe you. How do you know this?”

“How do I know? He beat every detail into my body last night. He was livid. The hits never stopped.” She trembled and held a shaking hand to her face.

It took everything Angelina had to not run to her aid, but she had to let the woman speak.

Christopher slumped in his chair. “He was an animal, but it’s just your word against his and he can no longer speak.”

Megan pulled a cell phone out of her pocket and held it high.

“Where did you get a phone?” He rose.

“I gave it to her.” Ellenore stepped out from the shadows.

“You overstep your bounds, woman.” Christopher scowled.

Ellenore glared. “And I should have done it a long time ago. Sergei was a monster. When I heard he challenged your grandson, I began to wonder if there was more to it. I gave the phone to Megan. She recorded their time together. He was so sure he would win and Megan wouldn’t see the light of day that he confessed to everything.”

Christopher took the phone and hit the button to hear their conversation. Megan visibly flinched whenever she heard the crack of a hit to her body sounded. Angelina could no longer hold back the tears at the abuse this monster had reigned upon her. She ran over and enveloped the woman in her arms.

The length of Sergei’s tyrant was only a few minutes long, but he went on in detail explaining why and how he did it. It had always been a sore spot that Sergei had never risen above the rank of soldier. He felt Christopher’s son had been given everything including the beautiful daughter of a rival family. It had been his intention to take Joseph’s mother to torture and kill her but he never got the chance.

Christopher bowed his head and rubbed his eyes. If Joseph hadn’t surfaced, Sergei’s plan would have worked. His child’s murderer had been by his side the entire time. Angelina struggled to have sympathy for someone who had caused others harm and approved of the trafficking of women. Sergei deserved to die a hundred times.

Megan’s eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted. Joseph caught her before she fell to the floor. It was hard to tell where the blood on his body mixed with hers.

“You have to help her.” Angelina demanded of Christopher. He snapped out of whatever daze he was in and ordered one of his men to take Megan to the family doctor. Ellenore followed meekly behind.

Were Megan, Ellenore, and Christopher all working together to bring Sergei down? How else would Ellenore get a phone?

Once the women were out of the room, she hugged Joseph to her chest. He no longer breathed hard but his heart beat loud and strong against her. They weren’t out of the woods yet.

“Get cleaned up and meet me in the study. And get this body out of my sight,” Christopher ordered and left the room.

Taking her hand in his, Joseph led her from the dank room. The smell of death was strong as a couple men too hold of Sergei’s arms and dragged him away. If she had to guess, the bastard wouldn’t be having a funeral.

As soon as they were back in their room. Joseph held her tight to his chest.

“I was so afraid.” She closed her eyes and shuddered.

“I had him. He was slow, but a cheater. I had to make it look good so he would get overconfident and sloppy.” He led her into the bathroom where he turned on the shower. “What about you? Are you hurt?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Ellenore already had an escape plan, but I didn’t know if I could trust her. It appears she was good to her word.”

“Yeah, Christopher said he had an idea in place for your safely in case something went wrong.”

“Do you think Megan will be okay?” Angelina wanted to see her but knew she was in a doctor’s care.

“Physically? She’s tough. Her wounds are on the inside. Those are the most difficult to heal.”

There was no need to elaborate. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know. I thought our family would be here by now. Either way, it seems I’m the heir to this family. We should be safe.” He caressed her hair.

“Let’s hope so, I just want to go home.” The sooner, the better.

Joseph shrugged. “I’m not sure where home is anymore. Genoa? Here?”

“I don’t know where I belong, either. I just know I want it to be with you.” It felt like home in his arms.

“Same. I feel like we’re at a fork in the road with no idea which direction to go.” He stepped back and took both her hands in his. “But it has to be with you by my side.”

Joseph pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. The thought she could have lost him chilled her to the bone.

The kiss was too brief. “Are you cold?”

“I’ve been trying to be brave all day. I think everything is finally catching up to me.” Angelina trembled.

“Let’s get you in the shower and warmed up.”

He shed his blood-soaked briefs and tossed them in the garbage. Angelina’s hands shook so hard, he had to help her out of her clothes and into the shower.

The water falling into the drain turned pink as the blood coating Joseph’s body was rinsed off. Not wanting to get it on his bride, he washed off quickly before positioning her under the shower head.

It barely registered how Joseph gently washed her hair and body. It should have been her taking care of him. The man had fought for his life and took one. Even with the warm water, she still shivered. It was probably shock filtering in. Almost losing Joseph, and poor Megan. The thought of what she’d done to help Joseph brought her back to the present. How would they ever thank her?

“We should check on Megan.” She looked up into his eyes. A bruise had swollen one nearly shut.

“I left instructions for Ellenore to let us know if Megan needed anything.”

“Thank you. We need to put some ice on your face.” It amazed Angelina how calm and in control Joseph was. He’d make a great leader.

He touched his cheek, flinched, and nodded. He stepped out of the shower and toweled Angelina off first and wrapped a nearby robe around her.

“As much as I’d like to put you to bed, things are still unstable. We need to get dressed. Christopher will have to confront his men and process what happened. He called for a meeting in an hour.”

Angelina groaned. “When will this end?”

“Soon, my love. Soon.” They quickly dressed. He in a black suit with an equally dark shirt. Now that he was second in line, he had to look the part. She recognized it as the clothes he wore the night they were taken. Angelina searched the pile of clothes left in the closet for something that fit.

Angelina chose black dress pants and a burgundy sweater. One never knew if they would have to flee again so she needed something she could move fast in.

She dried her hair and put it up in a high ponytail. Joseph held a cold bottle of water against his face while he waited. Once she was ready, he put it down and put on his shoes. He fastened his watch, slipped on his suitcoat, and waited by the door. He tapped his fingers on his thigh and he shifted his weight back and forth. He’d not come down from the fight yet. “Ready?”

“I guess.”

“It will be fine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Promise?”

“I can only promise, I will die protecting you.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

“And I you.” It was true.

The halls were quiet as they made their way toward the library. His grandfather waited by the door. The expression on his face was unreadable. It had to be a shock to find out the one closest to you and your most trusted friend was the one responsible for your only child’s death. She wasn’t ready to give him any sympathy though.

He was in such deep thought that he didn’t realize they were in his presence until they were only a few feet away. “Joseph, Angelina. The men are waiting. Are you ready to take over your responsibilities?”

“You haven’t given me a choice.”

“No, I haven’t, but I am now. I don’t want someone I can’t trust at the helm. I know you have loyalty to Caponelli. You know in your heart the position will go to your brother. This is your destiny. Give it a chance. Give me a chance.” He held his hands together as if in prayer.

“I want my wife to be able to leave if she wants.” It was a condition she knew he wouldn’t back down from.

“A man leads best with a good woman by his side, but Angelina is free to come and go any time she wishes.”

The man’s face was marked with winkles she’d not noticed before. He seemed to have aged several years in the last few hours.

“If I lead, the women are set free. No more trafficking. It’s non negatable.”

Christopher let out a deep breath and held out his hand. “Agreed. It was all Sergei. I never approved any of that.”

At first, she was against Joseph’s new role but now the thought of the good he could do sparked her interest. Angelina glanced up at Joseph. Was he waiting for her approval? When she nodded, he smiled. It was true, his brother would rule. This was his for the taking.

He shook Christopher’s hand and the man crushed him in a hug. “Good, good. Now let’s go meet your men.”

There had to be at least fifty soldiers waiting in the garden area. Some appeared wary and a few held guns. Many she recognized from the fight.

“Gentlemen, I’ve gathered you here today to introduce you to my heir.” Christopher went on to explain about the fight for those who hadn’t been in attendance at the fight, Sergei’s demise, and the new direction the family would be going. It seemed surreal. Not long ago, the man was known as the devil and now he’d done a complete one-eighty.

When he introduced Angelina, she lifted her chin and stared back at any man who dared to give her the stink eye.

Gunfire filled the air and everyone jumped. Joseph pushed her behind him. In a flash, an army of men jumped the walls and surrounded them. Christopher raised his arms in the air.

“Don’t shoot,” Joseph yelled at Christopher’s men.

Angelina clapped her hands together. Not twenty feet away was Arlo. “Daddy?” With a don’t mess with me expression on his face, he’d never looked better. The urge to run to him was strong but he shook his head. Joseph held her in place.

Her uncle was there, as well as several others in the family. Some of the men she didn’t recognize. Even Dominic and his son, Gabriel, were here, each pointing guns and meaning business.

“I’m Roman Caponelli. Christopher Vittore, tell your men to stand down. We are here to talk.” Her uncle never failed to surprise her.

“Talk? You invade my home to talk?” Christopher yelled but under his breath he said, “What took you so long?”

“You take my son and niece and don’t expect us to follow?” Roman grumbled loudly before lowering his voice. “A fucking avalanche held us up.”

Christopher motioned his men to drop their weapons which were quickly confiscated by Roman’s men and put out of reach. Then they moved the men to another area to keep an eye on them while the bosses talked.

Angelina recognized Sammy Nicoli as he took a step forward. His hand held out for Christopher to take. “It’s been a long time. I take it my daughter’s murderer is dead.”

Christopher nodded toward Joseph. “Your grandson did you proud.”

Angelina’s gaze darted between the men. Sammy was also Joseph’s grandfather. The smile on the man’s face as he hugged Joseph was a mile wide. She could imagine what her husband was thinking about all this. He’d gained two family members in the last few days.

“Please, let’s all go into the study and get acquainted.” Christopher ushered Sammy, Roman, Arlo, Joseph, and herself to the room where he brought out a bottle of champagne.

Could this day get any stranger? Every time she glanced at her father; he held a blank expression on his face. And what about Joseph, after years of sometimes wondering who his biological family was, he was finally surrounded by them. Angelina placed a comforting hand on his back.

The leaders of the three mafia families sat down at the table. Surprisingly, it wasn’t long before the two older gentlemen were reminiscing about the old days. It never failed to shock her what a strange world they lived in. Theirs was a small circle yet one which was in constant upheaval and power battles over territory or goods.

Sammy and Christopher negotiated some weapons and trade routes which had gone by the wayside years ago after the deaths of their children. The Caponelli family only wanted their fashion lines left alone to avoid trouble with the feds and international agents. All agreed human trafficking of any kind was forbidden.

Over several toasts, they celebrated the newly formed alliances.

“Now that everything is settled, we will take Joseph and Angelina with us.” Roman stated.

“Not so fast. He is my heir.” Christopher stood and pressed his palms on the table.

“I raised him.” Roman met his stance.

Arlo finally spoke up. “Angelina is my daughter. She belongs at home.”

“You have a son of your blood. Joseph is my only blood. We are now bond by marriage anyway.” Christopher was not giving up.

“Marriage?” Arlo glared.

Roman stood. “Wait, that wasn’t part of the agreement.”

“Agreement?” Joseph questioned.

Christopher appeared pleased. Roman and Arlo, not so much. “Yes. Joseph and Angelina are married. It is a bond between both our families. All our families.”

“What the fuck?” her father roared. “Angel, is this true?”

“Yes. You know it was always meant to be.” She took her husband’s hand in hers. “Despite trying to keep us apart, you knew we would end up together.”

“Excuse me, but what the hell is going on?” Joseph demanded. “You were in on our kidnapping? That’s fucked up.”

“It was a condition of the adoption.” Sammy broke in. “Roman would have to deliver you back to your grandfather when you were of age, when and how he demanded.”

Roman wasn’t backing down. “I never expected you’d kidnap them, but at the time I would have done anything to ease Madison’s pain and give you a safe home. As far as keeping you two apart. You were too young. I couldn’t in all fairness to your parents, knowing that Joseph might not stay with us. When things came about recently, we gave you a chance to be together again and see if it was meant to be.”

“Well, you got your answer.” Christopher raised his glass again while Arlo exchanged glances with Roman who excused themselves to talk in private.

Her father was usually cool and calm, but not today. Even from a distance, the tightness of his jaw was obvious. His hands flexed constantly as if he couldn’t wait to punch someone. Finally, they returned to the table and took their seats.

Roman cut to the chase. “I’ve kept up my end of the bargain, but I want Joseph back home. I raised him as my son. He belongs with us.”

“But I won’t rule. Max will be the boss, not me.” Joseph shook his head.

“I want him here.” Sammy and Christopher said at the same time, both eager to get to know their long-lost family member.

“I worked hard for you and for what? Let me do some good here and make a difference in this part of the world. It’s my decision now.” Joseph stood his ground.

Roman groaned and folded his arms in front of his chest. It was true. The only way Joseph would take over was if they did another battle to the death. There was no way Joseph would ever do such a thing to his brother and adoptive parents.

“What are you saying?” For the painful expression on Roman’s face, he already knew the answer.

“I think we should stay here. In Europe. Angelina has a career here, too.”

“My daughter shouldn’t have to work.” Arlo wasn’t giving up either.

Angelina shook her head. For a smart man, her father could be bone-headed. “It’s not work. It’s something I love. I want to make a difference in the world, too. I haven’t said anything to Joseph yet. I want to help women hurt by trafficking. I want to start a foundation to find these women and bring them home. If they don’t have a home to go back to, we find them one.”

Joseph smiled at her. “I agree, she doesn’t have to work. It’s her choice not mine. I support her in whatever she decides to do.”

“Is this what you want?” Roman placed a hand on Joseph’s shoulder. “It’s going to kill your mother to not have you at home.”

“We are no longer children. She will understand the need to find our own place in the world and in our business. With our marriage and me stepping into my rightful roll in this family, we can strengthen our reach with not one, but three families.”

Roman glanced at Arlo. The man finally nodded. Even though Roman was the boss, Arlo was the head of the Rinaldi family so there was even more at stake. “If that is what Joseph and Angelina want, we will accept it. On one condition. They must have another wedding at home in Genoa. You both, of course, are invited and have nothing to fear by being there. After the ceremony, we’ll have the necessary documents ready to review and discuss any changes to the business we have proposed today. Is that agreeable?” Both men nodded.

Once again, Christopher held up his glass “To family, new and old.”

Christopher alerted his men in the garden to the change in leadership and new alliance. That evening Ellenore oversaw a large dinner to welcome the men who still had much to discuss.

While they were enjoying cigars and drinks outside in the evening, Megan entered the dining room and, spying Angelina, headed in her direction. She was still frail and bruised but at least she was standing. Her steps wavered. Angelina ran to her, but Gabriel got there first.

“Megan, what are you doing out of bed? How are you feeling?” She reached for her hand. It was cold and dry.

“I’m alive.” Her eyes darted to the young man by her side.

Angelina smiled at Megan. “This is Gabriel. Don’t be afraid. He’s part of my family.”

A man of few words, Gabriel nodded and continued to stare at her as if she were the most fascinating person he’d ever seen. Her eyes were wide and curious. Gabriel was strikingly handsome. Tall, long haired, with a quiet intriguing strength.

Megan leaned toward Angelina yet kept her eyes on Gabriel.

“The doctor said I needed to rest, but I couldn’t go back to my room after what happened.” Megan closed eyes as if reliving the horror.

“And you shouldn’t, come sit with us.” Gabriel held out his arm.

Surprisingly, she took it, and he guided her to the empty chair next to his at the table. It was a good bet it would take years of patience and probably therapy to get her to trust any man again. Gabriel poured her a glass of water and set it in her hands. He was a complex character and one who Angelina had never really connected with. From what she’d observed in the past, he was almost psychic and seemed to see things in people others missed. His attention to detail was probably why he was such a gifted painter.

Angelina was the one who touched Megan’s dry skin, but Garbriel was the one who guessed she might be dehydrated.

Angelina settled into her seat but kept an eye on her friend in case she was needed. Ellenore sat down beside her cradling a glass of wine in her hands. “I don’t know what to say about all of this. It feels like it’s all been a bad dream. So much has happened in the last few days. First, we were prisoners, now we’re discussing business propositions and new alliances.”

“One never knows where life will lead us next.” The older woman crossed her legs and took a long drink.

Angelina eyed Ellenore. “What about you? What will you do now? You’re free to go. Maybe retire?”

“And do what? This is the only home I’ve ever known. Besides, I have you here now.” Ellenore’s eyes softened. “Someone has to help you when you have babies.”

“It’s too soon. But thank you for all you’ve done. You were willing to risk your life for me.” She covered the woman’s hand with hers.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“With Joseph in charge, I want to make a difference. Build a relationship with those in the community. If there even is one.” She laughed for the first time in days.

“There is one. Christopher owns many businesses including a texture and lace company. I’ve seen some of the work. They are quite exquisite. It would be a perfect place for someone who designs clothing and where young women looking for a job could get a new start.” Ellenore had obviously heard about her hopes to help those in need and help right the many wrongs done to others.

“Huh, I just might know someone who is interested.”