Page 14 of Mafia Kings: Dario

And because I wanted her to knowexactlywhat was going to happen between the two of us.

I remembered an old line from a movie. A general spoke of conquering ancient Rome by gaining the people’s love, not by threatening them with his army.

I shall NOT violate Rome at the moment of possessing her.

That was how I felt about this girl.

I could have easily taken her… physically overpowered her…

But I didn’t want her body alone.

I wanted hersoul.

I wanted her to moan – not from fear and pain, but desire.

I wanted to break her…

To feel her innocence turn to lust as I made her come, over and over.

I knew my brothers would disapprove. Niccolo in particular would rant and rave about how I was letting my cock do my thinking.

But the truth was, she was valuable as a bargaining piece.

I could have easily made the old man reveal all his secrets by having Adriano or Massimo torture his daughter in front of him…

But I would have sooner destroyed theMona Lisa.

So I decided to steal theMona Lisaand take her with me instead.

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Alessandra

My father was Don Rosolini.

YOU can call me Dario.

His words echoed in my mind as we left the café.

To me he was stillil Mostro…the monster of Tuscany…

But maybe that was his father?

Perhaps the son was not as bad…

Then I reminded myself that he was amafiosoand had taken over his family after his father’s death.

Whatever else he might be, Dario was still a criminal and a thug.

If only he hadn’t been such a handsome one…

With such mesmerizing eyes…

We walked out into the cold night air. May in Tuscany is warm during the day but can be frigid at night.

I clutched my clothes to my chest, not wanting Dario to see my nipples beneath my dress.

To be truthful, I was not sure if the cold air was the only reason they were hard.

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