Page 74 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“He kidnapped you too?” I rasped my question.

Luciano’s head snapped to me, eying me funny, like maybe I was mentally unstable. How do I explain my mother was right there, and Benito was forcing her to stay because of some fucked up agreement? And my biological dad was that unstable, crazy, and cruel bastard? Vasili and Isabella Nikolaev stood there, tense and watching the entire scene with Sasha.

My breathing constricted; my lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen. I’d have a heart attack. Any second now. Maybe if I passed out, I’d escape his notice.

Arianna and Hannah found their way over to us with Matteo, Bear watching them like a hawk. All three kids giggled wild and happy, carefree smiles on their faces. Three of them were already best friends, wide grins on their happy faces.

Kids have the worst timing.The conclusion screamed in my brain.The worst fucking timing.

Bear let out several curses as he took the children, trying not to panic them but stir them away from the tense situation with guns pulled out.

My heartbeat stopped, a terrified realization that if Benito King saw my girls, he might demand them now.

I lifted my eyes, and I didn’t need a mirror to know that desperation and devastation reflected there. I felt it in every cell of my body.

“Mommy, look what Matteo did,” Arianna exclaimed, while my heart thundered in my throat. Searching out my mother and Benito, I saw them slowly walking our way. There were at least ten bodyguards behind two of them, another few on each side surrounding them, and probably more roaming around. The gun holster on Benito and his guards were clearly visible, even from here and my mom’s face had a frozen smile plastered on it, all her emotions hidden.

This is bad.

I swallowed hard. “B-Bear, you think maybe you could take Matteo and my girls into the house,” I rasped, my voice uneven while my ears rang. My hands visibly shook, so I gripped the material of my wedding dress, trying hard to hide them. I pleaded silently with my eyes. “Please,” I breathed out.

He was already doing it but the children found the worst time to want to stay with us.

“Tesoro, hurry up and go inside with Massimo.” Grace’s husband urged her, his voice firm. “Massimo, pick a room without doors and windows. Lock it.”

If Benito kidnapped Ella and Grace, Luciano understood the danger. Anywhere Benito went, misery and death followed.

Isabella, Massimo, and Ella quickly took children, each lifting one kid into their arms and scurrying along into the house, Bear and two other guards having their backs.

Thankfully, my girls didn’t protest and went along without a complaint. They were enamored with Matteo, like a shiny new toy, and would follow him wherever he went for a foreseeable future.

“You should come with us too,” Nancy, Nico’s mom, chimed in, her voice low. “You don’t want to meet that man. He’s dangerous.”

I returned my gaze to Benito and my mom who were slowly making their way. God, if she only knew how right she was.

“I can’t,” I muttered. “That’s my mom.” I heard a gasp, but kept my eyes locked on the couple coming my way. “Just keep the kids away, so he doesn’t see them.”

“Go,” Luciano told Mrs. Morrelli. “I have Bianca. More men are coming too.” I heard shuffling as she hurried out of here. Luciano stepped closer to me, his voice low as he said, “It will be okay, Bianca. Nico and Cassio are just minutes away.”

Throwing a brief glance his way, I smiled shakily. I never expected to see Benito and my mom as guests at my wedding. And one that was put together so last minute. They must have been invited.

The words of Nico’s father rang in my ears.He married you just for revenge.

“I should have paid attention to the guest list, huh?” I tried to joke, turning my head in the direction of the incoming ticking bomb.

“Assholes always find a way in,” he muttered under his breath, and there was no mistaking that he disliked Benito. After all, he kidnapped his wife. Would Luciano dislike me if he knew I was Benito’s daughter?

“Ahhh, here is the bride,” Benito’s voice was pleasant, though the gleam in his eyes wasn’t.

I didn’t answer. My mother’s blue eyes seemed tired, sad, and dead. Profound sorrow tasted salty and bitter on my tongue. Like blood, that I knew one day would spill.

Where Benito King goes, blood and death always follows.My grandmother’s voice carried on the breeze, warning me of the incoming danger.

“You must be Bianca Carter,” he drawled, since I remained quiet. He grabbed my hand into his and placed a kiss on the top of it. I never understood the true meaning of a creep until that very moment. Not even Nico’s father compared. This man was giving me all kinds of creepy feelings. And he was my biological dad.

Fuck, no!It can’t be. I felt nothing towards him, except disgust and hate. I had never hated anything as much as I did him.

“Or should I call you Bianca Catalano?” he added, a knowing look in his eyes. I tugged on my hand, but he held it firmly in his grip, his clammy hands making my skin crawl.

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