Page 7 of Sinful Bodyguard (Dark Mafia Sins 4)

“Listen, if this was it, I need to go.” He hasn’t even sat down. I’m nothing more than a nuisance to them.

The Rossis have their own problems with other Italian mafia families. It’s time I look into that better. It won’t be long until I have the Rossis begging for me to take Luna off their hands. I’m a master at creating my own luck. Luna will be my wife, and I will have her family’s blessing.

“It was good seeing you, Luca. I’m sure it won’t be long until we cross paths again,” I respond, already making a plan of revenge for his rudeness toward me. Arrogantly, he walks away from me. He will regret this decision sooner or later.

AsIpredicted,LucaRossi needs my help. I watch as he’s being circled by another Italian mafia family. His car is turned over. He and his youngest sister Gia have cuts on their bodies and, by my guess, have maybe one bullet left between them.

I set Luca Rossi up. The statement has a nice ring to it. He could be in a different position right now if he allowed me to marry Luna the first time I asked.

I’ve been watching each of their steps as I sit in the shadows, waiting to make Luna’s brother an offer he can’t refuse.

I like the guy. He’s decent enough, but he’s too cocky and makes mistakes. He forced my hand by making me create my own luck. When he refused my marriage request, I knew it would only be a matter of time before he had no choice but to be more agreeable.

The crowd fights among each other as I step out of my car.

My gun rests on my lap as I lean against the warm hood. I don’t see how Luca is going to save himself or his sister. I intriguingly watch to see how he plans to win. He’s the only male heir to the Rossi empire. If he dies, it only leaves the daughters.

Luca looks in my direction, his face falling further. He’s surrounded with no way out. There’s defeat in his eyes.

I smirk. He could have made this a lot easier on everyone if he would have agreed to my terms the first time I called. I’m not the type of man who asks for anything, yet I gave him that courtesy.

The two families shoot at each other, and I wait it out. We’re in the middle of nowhere, the feuding families trying to murder each other for dominance.

The Rossis have more bullets than I thought. Luca is able to fire two more shots off. I check my watch, trying to figure out how long it will take until they all lay dead at my feet. This isn’t my fight. I don’t pick up my gun. If Luca wants my help, he’s going to have to ask and give me Luna in return.

I could yell that Gia is unprotected, but I want to see where this is going. It’s not until she is next to the enemy that anyone notices her movement.

I look at my watch once more, wanting to get this show on the road. I’d like to plan how I’m going to greet my new bride. My impatience gets the best of me. “So, about your sister…?” I call toward Luca.

I’m tired of the fucking dramatics. I hate working with other people. This whole little coup is getting on my nerves.

I stand up straighter, waiting for Luca to finally give me his answer. It’s either allow me to marry Luna or they all die. I wonder if he’s stubborn enough to get himself killed.

“You have a deal,” Luca answers me.

I pull my gun and shoot the consigliere of the other family, ending the fight.

I nod toward Luca and get back into my car, happy I finally got my way. This was the easy part. Persuading Luna to marry me will be the hardest obstacle. I might have to come up with a lie to have her accept me in her life before I tell her of the arranged marriage.

Chapter 4

Luna

Myskinprickleswithan energy that refuses to leave me. I’ve made it a conscious effort to not shoot anyone in the last two weeks. I was on a ten-day streak. I was doing so good. Then all hell broke loose. My sister Gia was paraded on stage to be sold to the highest bidder. It’s not like I could sit around and watch it passively.

I will protect my family at all costs, even if I’m protecting them from themselves. My other sister, Katrina… her face enters my mind, and I push it away. I can only deal with one problem right now.

Two days ago, I stood in the rafters of an old warehouse, staring down at the greedy bastards who dared to buy women like cattle. I was forced to feel the smooth grip of my gun—and then the adrenaline that comes with squeezing the trigger.

That’s how I’ve found myself here, in a hole-in-the-wall pub, hiding as I try to gather myself before I lose control. I want to blame Fin for my relapse, but it’s no one’s fault. It was silly to even try not to kill anyone, when I do it for a living.

Two days ago

It’ssickeningtoseemy sister Gia on an auction block, the men around eyeing her with greedy lust. I’m here to make sure everything goes smoothly. Seeing her innocent face, wearing a white nightgown-like dress, has my anxiety spiking.

My chest is spattered with goose bumps—a sign something is going wrong. The adrenaline shouldn’t excite me, but it does. My finger glides down my barrel, soaking in the calm before the chaos erupts. I told myself I was taking a break from killing. My therapist, Greg, thought it would be good for my soul. He could have just been saying that to make me move the gun aimed at his nuts though.

I follow my sister’s line of sight to spot Romeo Mancini in the crowd. He should be dead, not bidding on Gia. Bringing up my gun, I aim it at his head. I could kill him right now. He does not get to kidnap my sister and live to gloat about it.

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