Page 23 of Naughty Santa Daddy

“That’s them,” Prez says and snuffs out his cigarette. “Keep quiet, both of you.”

I glare at him, but he’s the boss and I’ll do as he says.

Two men exit the Range Rover, wearing expensive black suits and dark shades. They look like the Mafia. Cool and confident. Lethal.

“Thank you for arranging the meeting,” one says. “I’m Dante Allegrini, and this is my younger brother, Enzo.” That explains why he’s doing all the talking. Just like in MCs, there is a hierarchy in Mafia families.

Miller extends a hand toward Dante. “Your call was intriguing. I don’t take well to having one of my own betraying me.”

“Me either, and it’s hard to know who to trust right now.” Dante shakes Miller’s hand. “Things have gotten complicated; we’ve never been blindsided like this, so of course it came from an inside job.Bastardos. I assumed you’d be keen to know of the rats.” He flicks his gaze between us, saying, “I want you to do whatever it takes to protect our cousin. She is the rightful heir and successor following her father’s retirement or death.”

“Is that what she wants?” I ask as though I know her better than her own family.

Enzo grins. “Goliath, right?”

“Yes, and how do you know my road name?”

“When she cried it out during a dream after the shooting.” Enzo and the others study me. “I was right, judging by the blush in your cheeks, you know my cousin intimately.”

My face heats even more as they scrutinize me.

“We don’t care, so long as you protect her with your life,” Dante says. “But if you hurt her, we’ll come after you.”

“He won’t,” Miller replies for me. “What’s the plan?”

Dante clears his throat and begins talking. All I hear is a story about thieves in the night stealing a sleeping princess, then torching the castle. Wash plans to ransom Alex, then kill her and her father. Rabbit and Dawg are helping him. It’s all making sense now… “No one is aware, but when my cousin moved away, my uncle ordered me to have a tracker placed in the tiny diamond necklace that Alessandra never removes. It was our grandmother’s; my uncle knew it would be the only way to get her to never take it off. I can’t have our tech guys search for her; I don’t trust anyone right now around ourfamiglia, so no one can know about it because it may be the only way we ever find her. I’ll give you the company’s name that monitors it. Do you have someone capable of hacking their system and pinging her location?”

“Of course,” Miller’s saying, but I can’t think straight enough to hear all of it. Our VP is a dead man. Once I have Alex,Alessandra Allegrini, in my possession, I’m dealing with Wash… if Miller doesn’t get to him first. Either way, that motherfucker is dying. He won’t live to see another Christmas; I’ll make certain of it.

Alessandra. It doesn’t fit, given how fucking hot and badass she was the day our lives collided. I can see Harley or Zelda. Or Elsa, from that movie one of the inmates mentioned his kid being obsessed with, except my Elsa is a brunette elf with perfect tits. A Mafia princess.

“Drake will go with Goliath. They’ll intercept the kidnappers and protect Alex.”

“Good.” Dante nods, eyeing me up and down. “I don’t see it.”

“See what?” I grit my teeth and roll my hands into fists, not appreciating his judgmental tone.

“The appeal. Alex is refined. Educated. Way out of your class.”

“I see it,” Enzo says. “He’s not like us, but still alpha, and apparently, she dreams about their time together, so obviously a good fuck.”

Miller and Drake burst out laughing.

I raise my hands and gift them Twin Birds as I mutter, “Fuckers.” I stalk away, heading for the luxury SUV. They can tease all they want, but nothing they say will distract me.

I have one purpose.

I won’t fail.

Save Alex.

Alessandra (Alex)

Tears roll down my face as I listen to the men gloat about their success. The one with a horrible Brooklyn accent is the most crude and obnoxious. “Why would anyone care if I had my way with her? After the boss gets his money and we get ours, she’s ground fertilizer.”

Holy terror explodes inside me as the men laugh and give him the green light to do as he pleases—because they’ll never tell.

“I’ll pull over once we’re in the next town,” the driver says.

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