Taken for his Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance (The Torenti Family Book 4)

by Mae Doyle

  He was dead man walking.

  The second guy tore across the bridge, looking back once as I ran after him. I watched as his foot hit the bad board in the middle and he fell up to his waist.

  Even in the dark, I could see the look of sheer panic on his face. He twisted and turned, trying to pull himself up by another board, but there wasn’t any way for him to get a good enough trip.

  “Help!” He screamed, his voice echoing through the trees. I grinned, shaking my head, as I slowly ate up the distance between the two of us.

  “Help me!” I didn’t know who the fuck he was calling to, but then I realized that he was looking at me. “Don’t kill me! Don’t let me fall! You have to help me!”

  “I do?” I asked, crouching down in front of him. His eyes were so wide with terror that I could see the whites of them. His mouth was slack as his feet found nothing but empty air below him. Turning, I looked down over the edge of the bridge. The river below was so dark and so far away that it was just a black pit that he was hanging into.

  He looked ready to shit himself. “Please,” he begged, reaching out his hand for me. “Have mercy on me.”

  “Like you were going to have mercy on Isabella?” I asked, not moving to help him. “Like you assholes had mercy on her father?” Pain squeezed my chest as I thought about Isabella back in the cabin on her own. She’d have heard the gunshots and was probably wondering what the hell was going on.

  I wanted to get back to her as soon as possible, but first I needed to find out why the Marino family hated her so badly. “Why the hit? Why her? I get her dad, but killing her? That would have been low, even for a shitstain like you.”

  “Help me up and I’ll tell you,” he panted, reaching for me again. When I stood up, he shook his head and grabbed back onto the boards of the bridge. “You have to help me if you want to know the truth.”

  “Do I?” I asked, suddenly slamming my booted foot down hard on one of his hands. He screamed as I twisted, grinding his flesh and bones between my boot and the wood of the bridge. I didn’t take my boot from him, but I leaned down so that he could hear me over his screaming. “I don’t have to do a fucking thing, asshole. Tell me why.”

  “Stop!” He cried, trying to pull his hand from under my foot. He couldn’t use his other hand to push me off, because then he’d slip right through the bridge. If he were lucky, he’d hit a rock in the river. If he weren’t then he’d drown in the rapids.

  I considered him for a moment and then lifted my boot, stepping back out of his reach so that he couldn’t try something stupid. Even though there wasn’t a ton of light, it was still easy to see that his hand was mangled. I’d definitely broken a bone or two, judging by the way his fingers bent and stuck out.

  That wasn’t the worst that was going to happen to him if he didn’t start talking.

  “Okay! Okay! Just…fuck! Our job is to kill her, but it’s not personal. It’s all business.” He was panting like he had just run a marathon and could barely catch his breath. Extreme pain does some weird shit to the body like that.

  “It always is,” I told him. “What’s the business?”

  “You have to follow the money. She’s her dad’s heir, right, but it’s in the will that if they died together that the money would go to the his family.”

  I knew that Isabella was related to the Torenti family on her mom’s side, but they weren’t close. It was a distant relation, and I didn’t get the feeling that she even knew any of them, but I had no idea who she was related to on her mom’s side.

  “What family?” There was a good chance that Isabella would be able to answer that question for me, but I wasn’t going to risk it. I wanted all of the information this asshole had to give me before I went back up to the cabin.

  “The Marino family. All of the fortune would come to us. To them. My boss.”

  “Fuck.” My mind reeled with the implications of what this guy was telling me. Isabella’s dad’s family was willing to kill her just to get the fortune? It was fucked up, but I’d definitely seen people do some crazy ass shit when there was a lot of money involved, and I had a feeling that there was no small fortune at play.

  “Now you have to help me. You promised.” He reached out his hand like he really thought that I was going to take it and pull him up.

  “I didn’t. But I will help you,” I told him. Moving quickly, I leaned forward, pressing my gun against his forehead. He probably didn’t even have enough time to shit his pants before I pulled the trigger. Almost immediately, his body went limp and he slipped through the hole in the bridge.

  I didn’t move until I heard the thunk of him hitting rocks below.

  Turning slowly, I kept an ear out for anything or anyone else who may be hiding in the woods. Chances were good that I’d taken care of all of the assholes lurking around the cabin. There wasn’t any reason for more than three of them to be sent for what they probably thought was an easy job.

  Satisfied, I walked back through the woods to the cabin, keeping my eyes on it the entire time. When the sun came up then I’d have some bodies to deal with, but just then the only thing that I could think about was burying myself in my sweet little captive.

  Chapter 13

  Isabella

  I heard the shots. Three of them. They all rang out into the night, even though they were suppressed. It was a good thing that we were on 500 acres or I was sure that some nosy neighbor would be calling the cops or dropping by with a shotgun to join in the fun.

  My arm ached from behind stretched up above my head, and even when I sat up, I couldn’t seem to get comfortable. I was twisting and turning on the bed, trying to relieve some of the numbness in my arm when I heard footsteps on the stairs of the cabin.

  Immediately, I felt my mouth go dry. The front door swung open and then shut and whoever had just come in locked it.

  I needed it to be Nicolo. As much as I wanted to get the fuck out of his cabin, I wasn’t stupid. There were people in the woods sent to kill me. He may have…kidnapped me, but at least he kept me safe.

  Or he had, up until that point.

  It had to be Nicolo. I saw the way he walked across the cabin without slowing down, without faltering. He obviously knew his way around the space and was headed right towards me. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart throb in my chest, completely ignoring the way I couldn’t feel my arm.

  It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. My life had completely fallen apart, but Nicolo was the one thing I thought I could depend on.

  “Nicolo Y?” I called out. The shape paused outside the door and I felt my stomach drop.

  “Isabella.” He paused before saying my name and I realized that I’d been holding my breath. I let it out in a hard exhale as he walked towards me across the room. He smelled like blood – the bright copper scent filling my nostrils.

  “Are you hurt?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. He was on top of me, his mouth crushing mine as he forced my lips open. I moaned into his mouth, bucking my hips up as he straddled me.

  It was good. It may not be the right thing, but it was exactly what I needed right then, and I wasn’t going to turn him away.

  “Are you – ” I started to ask again, but he stopped me, his thumb rubbing roughly across my lower lip. I opened my mouth without hesitation and he slipped it in, allowing me to lick and suck it. Then he was the one who moaned and he reached down, lifting my shirt up so that he could palm my breasts.

  His skin was salty and hot and I lapped at his thumb, imagining what it would be like to be on my knees in front of him. I wanted to worship Nicolo, not because I had to or because I was scared for my life, but because I was drawn to him in a way that I’d never felt before.

  It was terrifying.

  And exhilarating.

  “I want you,” I mumbled around his thumb and he groaned, shifting his weight off of me so that he could strip his pants down. I heard the thunk of his gun landing on the floor and I winced, but Nicolo didn’t even slow. He str
addled me again, this time higher on my chest, and reached around to the back of my head, lifting it up so that I was face-to-face with his huge cock.

  It was so dark that I couldn’t see much more than its outline, but my mouth still watered at being that close to him. I needed to taste him, and I darted out my tongue, licking around his soft bulb. Nicolo moaned and pulled me up higher so that I could fit my mouth around his cock.

  He was huge and veiny. Even though I couldn’t reach out to stroke him, I could feel how thick he was in my mouth. I wanted to free my hands so I could work his shaft and stroke him, run my hands along his hips, and pull him to me, but he didn’t make any move to free me.

  So I sucked, slipping my tongue around his velvety head and then down his thick shaft, enjoying the moans of pleasure that escaped from him. He kept his hand forked through my hair, supporting my head, as I sucked and licked him.

  A spot of precum appeared and I immediately lapped it up, enjoying the taste it left in my mouth. Nicolo didn’t move until he suddenly thrust forward, pumping his cock deeper into my throat. I couldn’t pull away. I tried to relax my throat, but he thrust deeper, his thick shaft sliding across my tongue, his thick bulb slamming into the back of my throat.

  Tears appeared in the corners of my eyes and I tried to blink them away, but all I could do was keep my eyes shut as tightly as possible as he took me for his own. He grunted, his powerful hips grinding his cock deeper into me and I tried to give him more pleasure, my tongue and lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he thrust and strained inside of me.

  “Fucking hell, Isabella,” he cried out, and I felt his cock thicken more before pumping his come into me. I swallowed greedily, the taste sharp and delicious, and I didn’t want to miss a single drop.

  Nicolo was amazing, and I wanted everything that he had to give me, no matter what I had to do to take it. He groaned, finally letting his fingers slip from the back of my head, and I laid back down, staring up at him, my eyes searching through the dark to see his face.

  It was too dark, and I couldn’t see him, but he reached out and lightly stroked my cheek. Instinctively, I turned away, not wanting him to feel the tears that had finally broken free and were streaming down my cheeks.

  “Get some rest,” he said, slipping off of me. I watched him as he picked up his pants and left the room.

  “My handcuff,” I called after him as soon as he was out the door. He paused and turned back to me, but then shook his head.

  “Not a chance, Isabella. Not when I don’t know for sure that you won’t run. Get some sleep.”

  “I have to pee.” I didn’t, but I still wanted to see what he was going to do. I wasn’t entirely sure that I could make myself pee the bed to get my point across, but he didn’t know me well enough to know that, I was sure of it.

  “Hold it. I have to fix the windows before some other asshole decides to come check up on what happened.” He sounded gruff and pulled on his clothes before walking across the cabin.

  Since he’d taken the doors down, I could see everything. He turned on a light in the kitchen, and while it wasn’t very bright, it still held enough of the dark at bay to make it possible for him to see what he was doing and for me to watch.

  He left the cabin and I heard him go down the stairs. A few minutes later he was back, carrying planks of wood and a hammer. Nicolo dropped it all in a pile in the middle of the floor and then set to nailing planks across the windows.

  He started with the broken windows, and I honestly thought that he was only going to nail them up, but then he kept going, working hard to cover all of the windows so that nobody could break in. When he was finished he disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the pop of a can and he came back into sight, drinking a beer.

  “I’m thirsty,” I called out. Nicolo glanced at me and then went back into the kitchen. I heard him rummage around and he came back with another beer and a straw. He popped the can and then carefully tucked it into the crook of my bad arm, stuck the straw in it, and angled it to my mouth.

  “Enjoy.” I looped the straw into my mouth with my tongue and tried to talk around it to call him back, but it came out garbled and he just shook his head and walked away, still sipping his beer. He turned into the bathroom and I couldn’t see him anymore, but I could hear the water start to run.

  I really had to pee. Part of it had been a lie to see what Nicolo would do or say and if he’d even help me, but I honestly needed to get out of the bed and use the bathroom. The beer tasted delicious, but I spat the straw out.

  “I have to pee!” I called out, raising my voice as loud as possible. The way that he’d boarded up the windows should have made me more afraid, but I honestly figured that he could handle anything that came into the house to try to hurt me. “Nicolo! Help me!”

  Nothing. Just the sound of the water running. I wasn’t sure if he could hear me or not over the water, so I raised my voice more.

  “Help! Help me!”

  The water switched off and I heard him rip back the shower curtain. Good. Let him panic a little. He ran loudly across the floor and tore into the bathroom, dripping wet and completely naked.

  Holy fuck. I had just had his cock in my mouth, but it had been dark and I hadn’t gotten a good look at the rest of him. Nicolo was completely wrapped in muscle, water running down his body and dripping onto the floor. His hair was pushed back from his face and his bright blue eyes were locked on me.

  “What the fuck is going on?” His voice was a low growl and I felt all of the muscles below my stomach clench tight. He’d left me wet and wanting him after the blowjob I gave him, and seeing him standing naked in front of me wasn’t helping my desire.

  If anything, it made it a hell of a lot worse. I was practically burning up and he was the only thing that could help me. Fuck, I couldn’t even reach down to touch myself. I’d have to rely on him.

  “What the fuck is going on?” He repeated, a little louder, walking over to the bed. I swallowed hard, suddenly realizing that maybe I fucked up. Nicolo had been mostly nice to me so far, but he was a murderer. He had no qualms about killing people who got in his way.

  Did I just get in his way? My mouth went dry with terror, and even though I knew that I wasn’t helping my case any by not answering him, I couldn’t seem to make any words. He looked angrier than I’d seen him in the past.

  “Isabella. Are you hurt? Are you fucking hurt?” Some of the anger disappeared from his face, but I could still see a flash of it in his eyes. He crossed the room to the bed, his eyes scanning my entire body.

  “I’m okay,” I managed, darting my tongue out to lick my lips. “I’m fine, I’m sorry, I’m…”

  “You have to fucking pee?” He growled, rubbing his hand down his face. There was a tiny bit of stubble that made his blue eyes pop even more. I wondered briefly what it would be like to have that bit of stubble rubbing up against my inner thighs, but I quickly snapped back to reality.

  I nodded. “I do. Bad.”

  “You have to pee bad?” He asked, crawling on the bed with me. He was still dripping wet, water had stopped streaming down his body, but when he leaned over me some stray droplets landed on my bare skin and I shivered.

  “Yes.” I’d never been scared before, not like this. Never had someone like Nicolo stare at me like he wanted to destroy. Like he hated me but wasn’t quite sure what to do with that feeling.

  “And you want, what? You want me to just unhook you? Let you out of here? Let you run out into the woods so someone can take you for themselves?” He ran a hand up from my hip, taking time to slip it across my chest and lightly squeeze my breast.

  I squirmed under his touch, but I couldn’t deny the fact that my body didn’t want him to stop. I needed to get out of the bed. I needed to make a run for it. But he was cut from rock, his hard body poised over mine like he had all the time in the world, and I realized that I needed him.

  “I want you to let me go! I want you to unhook me and let me be free. I won
’t go anywhere, I promise, but don’t keep me chained here!” Panic started to rise in my chest, but if Nicolo was at all moved by my plight, he sure as hell didn’t act like it.

  He stroked his thumb across my nipple, making it harden, and I gasped at the sensation. My body was a damn traitor, and I couldn’t help the fact that I was responding to him the way I was. I couldn’t help the fact that I wanted him to keep touching me.

  But I had to get away. I knew that he was going to protect me the best he could, but I couldn’t rely on that.

  Stay in control. Sometimes you’re the only one you can trust.

  “I’m not letting you go,” Nicolo growled, leaning down so that his breath was on my cheek. His voice cut through my thoughts, pushing my dad’s advice straight from my mind. “You’re staying with me until I know for sure that you’re safe.”

  “And then?” I’d completely forgotten that I had to pee. All I could seem to focus on was him. Nicolo filled my vision and I breathed him in. “Then you’ll let me go? When you’re sure I’ll be safe.”

  He paused for a moment and then slowly shook his head. “Not a chance, Isabella. Not that I’ve had a taste of you. I don’t know that I can ever let you go now.”

  My stomach dropped.

  He wasn’t ever going to let me go? I thought that I could handle the idea of him keeping me in the cabin for a short period of time while I healed up and while he made sure that I was safe, but this was something else entirely. It was a death sentence.

  I was silent as he slipped off of the bed and walked back to the bathroom. Part of me hated him, but the other part couldn’t tear my eyes away from his muscular back, his perfect ass. Everything about him screamed sex at me, and even though I knew I should run, I couldn’t.

  I physically couldn’t. Nicolo had saved me more than once, I’d give him that. But now that he had me trapped, I didn’t know who was going to save me from him.