Page 109 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“I’m going to have so much fun fucking you,” he said, licking my ear.

“We are related by blood,” I cried. What was wrong with this guy? “Others are coming.”

I attempted to use any excuse to get him to stop.

His evil, ugly laugh echoed through my ears. “I sent them all in the opposite direction. I’ll fuck every hole, just like theputtanathat you are.”

I spit into his face. He slapped my other cheek, ringing in my ears, making it hard to focus. His big hand grabbed my pussy, yanking on my panties.

Roberto Romano is crazy. A sick psychopath.How could he even contemplate this? It was a whole different type of twisted, it made bile rise in my throat.

Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not for this miserable loser. Disgust was thick in my stomach and despite pain throbbing through every single inch of my body, I kept fighting him.

Warm sticky liquid trickled down my nose.Blood, I realized. The sound of my shredding panties cut through the night, and I cried out. Then I shrieked at the top of my lungs as tears poured down my face. I lost the battle.

While holding me in place, my back down against the sand, he used his other hand to unbuckle himself and freed his cock.

“Nooooo,” I screamed. “Noooo!”

“Stay still, bitch,” he growled, “Or I’ll fuck your ass raw.”

I kept kicking, hard and relentless. I didn’t care if I came out of it black and blue. I scratched and bit, screamed and thrashed.

Just as I thought I had lost, his whole body lifted off me. I blinked my eyes, watching him dangle up in the air in confusion.

“You are dead!” My husband’s voice was a dark promise, a menacing growl.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Luciano

It took us two fucking hours to get out of the damn city. I checked on my father and son, they were safe.

“Bring her home, son.” My father loved Grace as his own daughter. We have been family all along, but I was too blinded by rage to see it. Now I knew and I wanted to make it all better, enjoy the rest of my life with her. Have more babies, see Matteo grow up to be a good man. And he would, because he had his mother in him.

“I’ll bring her home, Pa,” I promised. “Stay safe and inside with your grandson.” It still felt surreal. “Lorenzo will keep the compound safe. As soon as I have her, I’ll bring her home. She’ll want to see our son safe and happy.”

And I’d make her happy. Like I was supposed to be making her happy from the moment we met.

Once we got to the old Astor beach house, I waited for our men to gather. It took another two hours for everything to be put in place. We surveyed the house, found the best angle for the attack and armed up to our teeth. We didn’t know how many men were inside, we were going in blind.

From the outside, there were no signs of life, but I had no doubt they were all there. How in the fuck did her beach house from the Astor side of her family become an auctioning place was beyond me! It didn’t matter, because it ended right here and right now. Tonight!

Heading towards the house, using the shadows of the night as our disguise, I spotted a figure of a woman stumbling, running through the sand.

I realized who it was the same moment Massimo shouted. “Ella!”

All of us picked up the pace, running towards her form. My eyes scanned the area. Where was Grace? Where was my wife? Those two always stuck together.

She threw herself into Massimo’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“G-Grace,” she tried to get her words out, her tear stained face causing dread in my stomach.Where is my wife?“Help her. Roberto has her.”

“Where is she?” I demanded. She immediately turned around and started running in the same direction. Without another word, we followed.

And that’s when I saw her, laid out onto the ground, fighting that fucking bastard. Roberto had his hands on my wife. Rage shot through me, giving me added adrenaline and fury.

We arrived not a moment too soon.

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