Chapter 3
Darius
DARIUS’ TARGET WALKEDright past him into the back room behind the bar. He had to sharpen up and not let his cock lead the way. He wanted nothing more than to throw her down on his custom silk sheets and fuck her until she came around his cock and he himself climax deep inside her. But that wasn’t what this mission was for. This wasn’t a one-night stand mission with yet another unknown broad—this was business. He could hear yelling in the back, then the slam of a bottle. The bartender was going back and forth from the room to the bar, and he could tell by her expression the party was upsetting her. Classic sign along with the yelling that soon they would be leaving. He gulped the last of his cheap whiskey and placed a $100 bill on the table. Slinking out of the booth, he silently made his way outside. He walked around the side of the building away from the streetlights. In the shadows across the parking lot, he had a perfect view of the door. It wasn’t long until the door burst open, and there she was, stomping with fury around the side of the building to her car. The fury in her body only aroused him more.
He slunk from the shadows and slithered around the cars, watching her every move. She stood at her car, fumbling for her keys. This was the moment to pounce. Without a sound, he crept up behind her and took the chloroform rag out of his pants pocket. Swift as ever, he snaked his arm around her throat and pulled her toward him. She went to scream, but he had already moved in and placed the rag over her face. Instantly, she was limp in his arms. Scooping her up, his hands graced her ass as he pulled her up into his body. He felt his own body pulse and ache for her touch, and he had to remind himself of his own rules. He could not take this woman against her will, no matter how much he wanted inside of her.
He walked around the side of the car and opened the passenger door, placing her in the seat. He slammed the door shut and walked back around with her keys and climbed into the driver’s seat. Starting up the used Genesis, they left as silently as he nabbed her. Driving along the road to his safe house, he quickly pulled out his phone and called Eddie.
“Eddie. Got her. Prepare her room.”
Eddie didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Darius hung up.
The same smirk played across his lips. Time to come out and play, Alessandro...
Harmony
WHERE AM I?
Through blurred vision, Harmony could just make out she was in a room on a bed. Her head was pounding and foggy.
What happened? How did I get in bed?
She tried to think back and remembered fighting with Sofia. There was the spilled wine, the stain on her dress, the fight in the bathroom, and the last thing she remembered was walking out to her car. So how did she get here?
Her vision started to clear. She realized she wasn’t in her own room. It had a large canopy bed complete with black silk sheets. The set of windows and a sliding glass door led out to a large balcony with a comfy deck chair and a table with an umbrella. Narrowing her eyes, she could tell there was an alarm attached to both the door and the windows and a row of small red laser lights went across the glass. An ornate oak desk was in one corner of the room. The desk had a basket of fruit with apples, grapes, and oranges. On the other side of the room was a small baker’s rack complete with tea and coffee cups and the largest variety of tea and coffee she had ever seen. Looking around the room she could tell she was in a mansion—the room was four times the size of her own apartment. A velvet, antique Victorian couch and chair were off to the side of the room by the bed facing the door. An 80-inch TV was placed on the wall in front of her.
OK...well I’m in a mansion. But what the fuck am I doing in the mansion?
She got up out of the bed and walked over to the desk. Looking down, she realized she wasn’t in her dress. Instead, she was clad in a soft silk nightgown that barely went down to her thighs and had a high lace slit up the side.
I didn’t even wear this nightgown yet; I just bought it... Did I go home first?
While chowing down on an apple, the juice dripping down her chin, a soft knock came at the door. Before she could answer, the door opened. There in the doorway stood the man from the bar. She immediately felt the pressure grow inside her and the pulsating of her pussy was enough to make her drip between her legs. He stood there, watching her, leaning up against the doorway with one arm resting on the trim above him. He walked in, closing the door behind him. Yet again, his vibrant orange hair was slicked back, his white crisp silk shirt was perfectly tailored to his broad chest, and his purple dress pants she wished would show more than what it was offering. She caught herself staring at the zipper of his pants and turned her gaze away. She wanted to keep looking and give this man her famous temper that sent everyone else running and groveling at her feet. But for some reason, she also wanted to be on her knees in front of him, for more than one reason.
“I see you’re awake, mia curore.”
Harmony felt her cheeks grow hot. Did he just call her his heart?
She wanted him badly, but she had to stay strong and find out why she was here and what he wanted with her.
“Where did you take me? What do you want with me?” She crossed her arms over her chest, the coolness of the room forcing her nipples to peak and push against the silk of her nightgown.
He gestured to the bed. “Sit, and I will tell you.”
Harmony walked over with apple still in hand to the bed and sat on the edge.
“Talk.”
Behind the white shaded glasses that hid his eyes, an orange eyebrow raised over the rim.
“I wouldn’t be the one making demands if I was you.”
He walked over and pulled out the chair by the desk, turning it around and straddling it. Harmony had to shift in her spot to prevent the wetness from escaping.
“I’m not one to beat around the bush. I don’t do the mysterious bullshit of playing games when it comes to business. You’re here because I need to find your boyfriend. I have you, he’ll come out, and I’ll kill him.”
Harmony stared at him. Was he serious right now? She couldn’t help but begin to laugh.
“And what boyfriend would that be? Look if you want Gio I’ll lead you right to him the bastard, slit his throat, tie him to a car or a brick and toss him in the sea. I don’t care whatever you do to him; he deserves it.”
She couldn’t see his expression behind the glasses, but she could tell she derailed whatever his plans were.
“Gio?” he said softly.
“Yes, Gio. I don’t know why you want him, but you can have him.”
All he did was smile.
“Where are my manners? I never introduced myself. My name is Darius.”
Harmony cocked her head. “Harmony.”
Darius swung his leg from around the chair and walked to the door. “Plans may have changed for you, mia curore. We’ll talk soon.”
Before he walked out, he peeked back around the door. “And I wouldn’t try to open any of the windows and doors. Your room is being monitored.”
Darius left, locking the door behind him.
Darius
IMMEDIATELY, DARIUSstormed down the hall and up the extra set of stars to his office. His polished oxford saddle shoes clacked against the dark-stained hardwood oak floors. Taking out his keys and opening the locked door to his office, he slammed it shut behind him. He walked over to his desk and pulled out his file. Photos of Harmony and Alessandro graced the pages, but something ate away at him. Why did she mention this Gio person and not Alessandro? Was that his nickname?
He picked up his phone and dialed Eddie.
“Yes, boss?”
“What the fuck did you do?”
“Drank, smoke, possibly fucked this broad I met last night, why? You need a girl?”
“No, you fucking idiot. I want to know why you gave me the wrong information.”
The phone went silent for a moment. “I did my job.”
“You’re slipping.”
“She matches the description and all the photos.”
Darius stared at them...hard.
“Wait a fucking minute...”
Darius picked up the photo of Harmony and Alessandro at a nearby small-town night club. He noticed there were no tattoos on her. The woman he had in his guest room had a small pawprint on her arm and he saw a glimpse of a thigh piece.
“Eddie.”
“What?”
“The woman in the photos doesn’t have any tattoos. This Harmony I have in my guest room has at least two of them.”
“...Fuck.”
“I’m calling Ramiro. We’re getting this settled now.”
Darius slammed his desk phone down and picked up his cell. He pressed two buttons, and the phone didn’t even ring.
“Yes, sir.”
“Alessandro Segreto. Find him. Eddie fucked up. Who’s the girl?”
The phone was silent for all of 5 seconds before Ramiro had the information he needed.
“Sorry, sir. His girl is Sofia Catrone. Family owns a couple of businesses in the area. Construction, bars.”
“Anyone named Harmony?”
Ramiro was silent again for a moment. “Sister. Harmony Catrone. Twin.”
Darius’ eyes went wide.
“Thank you, Ramiro. I’ll have your pay in a few minutes.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Darius hung up and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew he shouldn’t have given Eddie another chance. He’d been slipping, and he dropped the ball yet again. In this line of business, mistakes like this couldn’t happen. He’d be punished properly, and Ramiro would be his go-to for information from now on. Eddie was a liability, and liabilities are to be...settled.
This changed everything.
This wasn’t Alessandro’s girlfriend, but rather the girlfriend’s sister. If his intelligence was correct, Alessandro wouldn’t give a fuck about her unless Sofia demanded that he do something about it. He didn’t know much about her to know if she would be upset if her sister went missing. He had to find out what happened last night and asking her seemed like the best bet. That smile curved again at the corner of his mouth. She was single. And he noticed earlier that she turned his cock harder than the night before. His morals be damned. He would have Harmony and make her like what he had to offer.