Page 103 of Promise Maker

“So,” he hums. “My cousin has a taste for exoticwomen.” He rubs my arm with his hand. “Cosìsexy.”

I swat him away like a fly. “Don’t fucking touchme, you murderer!”

He grips my chin harshly. “You were fucking amurderer. I’m going to have fun with my cousin’s whore. You’ll beg me to killyou.”

Defiantly, I tell him, “I’ll never beg you,stronzo!”

He chuckles as if turned on. “So fierce. But youwill give me what I want, Solari.”

I flush out a heavy breath once he releases me,and I silently pray that Mr. Martelli is on his way.

If spirits exist, I hope Domenico and my dad willwatch over me.

After a few minutes, the car turns down a privateroad and enters tall gates, coming to a stop at a mansion that’s a tad run downand not as massive as the Martelli residence.

A large man opens the backdoor and pulls me out ofthe SUV, lugging me into the traditional-style house.

Luca shadows us to the living room, filled withbrown furniture and colorful decor.

My heart thumps faster when the man places me on achair in the middle of the room. He binds my hands at my back before tying myankles together.

Then he leaves.

Luca pours a glass of whiskey, chugs it, andapproaches me.

“I have documents for you to sign,” he sayscoolly. “You will give me Brigham’s shipping yard, allowing me total ownershipto do as I please.”

I scoff at his audacity. “That must be mad catpiss you’re drinking because you’re delusional if you think I’ll give my dad’sproperty to you.”

His eyes stretch wide with apparent fury.

I stiffen as his hand flies up.

My head snaps to the other side from hisbitchslap, and I instantly taste blood on my lip.

“Pig,” I fume. “Spineless motherfucker!”

Mydad’snever struck me.Neither has Domenico.

But twice this bastard has hit me.

I glare at him. Never have I hated anyone so muchto the point I want to wring his neck.

The goon that restrained me returns with papers,handing them to Luca.

He thrashesthem inmy face and threatens, “Agree to sign and verbally confirm with your lawyer onthe phone, or I’ll keep beating you.”

My eyes water, knowing the pain that’s coming as Ispit, “Go fuck yourself!”

He slaps me again and grips my chin. “It is youthat I’m going to fuck once I finish beating you into submission. Then I’ll letmy men have their turn.”

The sleazy bastards standing across the roomchuckle and throw each other dirty glances in agreement.

“Mrs.Fattoremust be soembarrassed,” I taunt. “Her son’s a woman beater and rapist.”

That statement silences the room.

Immense wrath falls over Luca’s face, making hisnostrils flare. He slaps me yet again. At least the bastard alternates mycheeks. “Don’t you dare speak of my mother!”

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