OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia)

by Zoey Parker

  Assuring her I’d be back quick as I could go, I pretty much ran down the hallway again, shouting out, “Zoe, I’m comin’ for you!”

  Luckily, the door to her cell had remained open. I found her pretty easily, even though she hadn’t vocally responded to my heads-up. She was in the same exact position as when I’d left her; it was almost as though she had frozen there.

  I noted that Fielding was still breathing—his chest was rising and falling—but it looked like he’d passed out from either pain or shock or loss of blood. I really didn’t give a shit. The cage door was still locked on him, and I knew he had nothing available in there with which to flip the switch to open it, should he regain enough consciousness and gumption to try. I did not see that happening, not with his known injuries. We were good to go.

  I crouched in front of Zoe and gathered her up, torso in one arm, her knees under the other.

  Zoe held my jacket over herself to shield her nakedness from me—not that I wanted to look; I did not. Poor thing probably had not been allowed to shield herself in any way, shape, or form since being taken, however many months ago that was. It was shocking that she was even allowing me to touch her, but she couldn’t have made it out of there on her own. So we both did what was necessary, and we did it with respect. At least, I hoped that was how she understood it. That’s what I was intending, anyway.

  In quick time, I retraced my steps again and soon enough hit the elevator call button with two semi-comatose, traumatized angels at my feet.

  I was almost overcome with emotion myself. I couldn’t believe my luck in finding both of them, alive, and in locking down Fielding well enough to get these women away from him and back to a safe zone. I knew they each had done some seriously heroic work as well, and I was proud to be there with them on that day. But more than anything else, I was just fucking grateful to have Sienna back, and to be able to return Zoe to her dad. I was just so fucking grateful.

  We three rode the elevator back up to the first floor standing. I had one arm around each of their waists, and they leaned on me and did their best to support themselves on rubbery legs. And nobody said anything.

  The doors soon slid open into the secret alcove behind the hydraulic bookcase, and I was looking down at the tops of their heads, in the middle of gently urging them forward baby step by baby step, when I heard an all-too-familiar nasal drawl. “Well, look at this. Not what I was expecting, but an interesting development, nevertheless. Hmm. What to do, what to do.”

  My blood pumping again in almost immediate protective ferocity, I glared up at him under my brows, my head still tilted down to the ladies, and I might have growled.

  Joey fucking Ronn had a gun trained on us and an evil smirk on his face. He was reclining in the armchair I had propped there to keep the damned bookcase open, and he looked like he’d been waiting there a while.

  Fuck. My. Luck.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sienna

  My brain was barely functioning, until my body processed the new extreme tension radiating from Dom’s entire being. I looked up at his face, not even truly aware of anyone else in the room—not even aware of the room at all, in all honesty.

  But his sudden shift from soft and sweet to hard wall of ferocity shocked me enough to shoot through my haze, and I finally clued in that there was another threat to be dealt with.

  My eyes followed his line of sight and fell on Joey Ronn, with a gun, in the library. I might have guessed. It was like a nightmare version of Clue. I almost laughed, except that this was my real life, not some fiction.

  “…miney moe, who will be the first to go?”

  Dom was not playing the game. “Ronn. If you’re looking for Fielding, you’ll find him downstairs. I’d be happy to escort you there; just let me drop these ladies off here first. They’ve had a pretty rough day. Yeah?”

  Dom’s voice sounded all soft and sweet, but I knew it was a ruse. He hated Joey Ronn even more than I did, if that was possible.

  “Downstairs? This is fascinating. First this open bookcase, and this elevator, and now there’s a downstairs. You’ve managed to discover more in this house than I ever have, and I’ve known Fielding for several years. Should I be jealous? You two have a new bromance going on, Parker?”

  “Ha. Right.” Dom’s voice tightened. “Listen, man, just move away from the entrance there so I can get these two settled on the couch, and then I’ll take you downstairs, show you around. It’s really amazing. Not to be missed. I’d be more than happy to lead you to your… what should we call him? Your business partner? Maybe you’d like him to show you around.”

  “No.” Ronn’s voice turned curt. “I think not. I have no need to know what’s downstairs. And something tells me that Fielding is likely not in the best position to ‘show me around,’ as you put it. But you three… I think I shall have to shift my plan a bit to accommodate. Well, it’s actually convenient to find you here, all together. It’s my lucky day. Again, who wants to go first? Or shall I make the executive decision?”

  “Why don’t we leave the ladies out of it, Ronn, and you and I can take this elsewhere.”

  Dom started moving us forward, seeming to call Ronn’s bluff about his seriousness with the gun. But Ronn was not having it. I watched him train the gun on my head, and we all pulled up short. Ronn laughed.

  “I thought that would get your attention, Parker.”

  “What’s your game here, Ronn?” Dom was buying time; even I knew that much. The idea was to get the bad guy talking, and try to maneuver into a better position to pull a fast one. Dom wasn’t no dummy. I loved my man.

  Whaaat? Did I just really think that out loud in my head? Was it true? Did I love him?

  Yeah, it felt right. It felt like I loved him.

  I almost started to cry. I loved him, and he was in the middle of saving me from hell, and now we were going to die. I looked up at his beautiful, angry, protective, wonderful face, and tried to memorize it, right there. Excellent timing, right? I impressed myself.

  Whoa, focus, Sienna. I was all over the place.

  “My game.” Ronn was talking again. “You know, Parker, after we had our little talk last night, I realized that I was about done playing number two to Fielding. His… shall we call them predilections? His predilections have been cutting into my business costs, not to mention my energy. You follow any of that New Age wisdom that’s flying all over the place now? You gotta protect your energy field, man. It’s time I cleared mine of any energy vampires. The way I see it, Fielding has become a major energy vampire, and I can’t take that shit anymore. Not to mention, with Clav out there, that’s a concern; he might talk. And now you, and this bitch of yours. You both just know too much.

  “It’s time I shut you all up for good, gather up my earnings, and enjoy life in another locale—one that doesn’t share extradition with our great nation. So, you see, you all being here today is like Kismet; I’d be stupid not to take advantage of this wonderful convenience. Say bye-bye to your sweetheart. It’s time for lights out.” With that, Ronn straightened himself, put both hands on his little handgun, and suddenly aimed it again at Dom’s head, his hands tightening around the gun.

  I shrieked. Dom roared and dropped his arms from me and the other girl; we weren’t really prepared for it, so both of us fell down and away from him pretty darn quick.

  The next thing I knew, the gun went off. It looked like Dom was linebacker-style tackling Joey Ronn into the library, and Ronn was kind of starfished to the floor.

  Both men grunted loudly, and Dom growled through his teeth, “Fuuuuck.”

  Oh my god, he was bleeding out the back of his shoulder; he must have been hit by that bullet. I’d never seen an exit wound before, but I identified it easily. His beautiful skin was blown—I had to train my eyes elsewhere or I’d have gotten sick all over the place.

  “No! Dom, oh my god, Dom!” That was about as cohesive as I could get at the moment.

  “Babe, you gotta get that gun
.”

  Jeez, how did he do that? The answer was obvious: Dom was a huge guy in comparison with Ronn, so he probably had a good forty pounds on him, too. Even shot through the shoulder, Dom had straddled on top of Ronn and managed to get hold of Ronn’s wrists, pinning him to the floor. He had slammed the one hand holding the gun so that Ronn lost control of his grip and the gun had gone flying into the library.

  Shirtless and bloody and in super-aggressive pose, Dom still radiated hot. I had just been watching the scene in some awe at the masculine show of dominance that was happening right in front of me. It was impressive.

  I was still flopped on the floor in the alcove and had to crawl past the men to get into the library to reach the gun. Aware I was only wearing a big T-shirt and nothing else, and not wanting to get anywhere near to Ronn in my weakened state, I hesitated.

  And even in his pain, Dom saw it and managed to smile at me, trying to give me a confidence boost. His look told me without words not to worry about getting past them, and that he had the situation under control.

  I made it past the two of them and retrieved the gun in the middle of the area rug. It was way heavier than I had imagined it would be, and I wanted to see what it would feel like to aim it. Since Ronn was an ideal target and already pinned to the floor, I figured this was a prime opportunity. I took it.

  Dom glanced up and caught me in the act. “Whoa, babe, I’m too close. Don’t aim it anywhere near me, all right?” I looked at his face; he had the strangest, cutest expression on his face. It was a mixture of a grimace—I imagined that was from the pain—and a tiny smile. I imagined that was for me.

  “Okay, Dom.” I lowered my arms immediately. They were happy with the reprieve. When had they gotten so weak? “Baby, don’t you need a doctor? Your shoulder—”

  “I’m fine, Sienna. It hurts, but it’s not as bad as you think. Don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s focus on what needs doing here.”

  “Okay, babe. What do you want me to do?”

  He considered for a moment. “I think we need to impress upon Mr. Ronn here that not only is he not going anywhere today, but that he’s got some payback to do for what he’s taken from us, don’t you think? I think this particular vampire owes us some blood.”

  “I totally agree. You know that. But I don’t want you to go to jail, baby. Not today, okay? I don’t think I could handle that.”

  Dom laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. No jail. I promise. But I can’t not hit the bastard.”

  Realization hit me then. This was my opportunity, too, to finally get some payback for Tania. God, how had I forgotten Tania today? It was like my mind was still disconnected from everything around me, and it was only barely beginning to function again, just now.

  I whispered her name. “Tan.”

  Dom heard me, and looked at me softly. “Yeah, baby, Tan. Tan and Manny. What do you want to do?”

  My face crumpled some, and I could feel wet heat in my eyes and behind my nose. I looked down at my hands, clasped around that handgun, and I forced myself to my feet. My legs were still feeling rubbery, but they were strong, and I willed them to hobble closer to Dom, who was still straddling and pinning Ronn to the floor.

  I came to a halt standing over them and wasn’t sure what to do.

  “Dom, I can’t think. You go ahead first.”

  He looked at me inquiringly, as if checking to see if I was okay even just to stand. I nodded at him and backed up a few paces, into the library. The backs of my knees soon hit the leather sofa, so I sat.

  Dom went to town on Ronn’s face for… I have no idea how long. Not that long. But he took several shots, and there was some blood spray, and I turned my head away so I wouldn’t see anything after that. I was fairly certain that there would be at least a broken nose, maybe also a cheekbone or jaw, by the time Dom was finished. Ronn deserved every hit and then some, as far as I was concerned.

  Dom reined himself back, still straddled over Mr. I’m-Gonna-Kill-Everyone-And-Retire-To-Micronesia, and flexed his hand, looking down at his knuckles. They were bloody and must have hurt a lot, but his face held fierce satisfaction. Ronn was moaning and holding his hands up to his face, attempting to roll back and forth a little on the floor but unable to under Dom’s weight. He wasn’t going anywhere quick.

  “Your turn, baby. Whatcha wanna do?” Dom was looking at me.

  I had a little more faith in my legs this time, and I got up from the sofa with both hands wrapped around the gun. Fortunately for me, it was a small one and fit my grip easily.

  “I don’t want to kill him, Dom. But I want him to hurt.”

  “I hear you, babe. How ’bout you aim for his shoulder?”

  I looked at Dom’s bleeding wound—it was a tiny hole in the front, but it was bleeding, and I remembered the view from the back and winced at just the thought. “Tit for tat. That seems right.”

  Dom put his good arm around my legs and supported me while I framed the shot from point-blank range. Ronn just laid there, watching my face in horror, but knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this one.

  “Sienna, keep your eyes open, babe. Keep your eyes on your target spot. Okay? Don’t close your eyes.”

  “Okay, Dom. I’m keeping them open.”

  And I pulled the trigger. And Ronn shrieked like a little girl. And Dom one-arm squeezed my legs in a proud hug. “You got him. Good job. You good now? Or do you wanna do another?”

  My eyes narrowed in thought. “That was too easy. And that was just for you. He hasn’t paid for Tan yet. He needs to pay for Tan.”

  Dom considered me for a moment, then backed up from his straddle and shifted so he was in a kneeling lockdown of Ronn’s lower legs. “Do what you gotta do, Sienna.”

  Oh boy. My man totally got me.

  I shifted down-body of Ronn, following Dom’s move, and once again his arm supported my legs, giving me strength and balance. I aimed at Ronn’s groin. Ronn started really hollering and wiggling, just as I took the shot, and I missed my target, only getting him on the outer hip. It was really little more than a flesh wound. But his panic was satisfying, and I was done. I did not need another go.

  I tossed the gun back onto the rug in the middle of the room, away from all of us, so it would be out of play for whatever came next. Dom once again gave my legs a brief hug, and then he nodded. “Okay, onward. Let me get this guy tied down. You see anything we can use for that?”

  I pointed at the curtain ties, and Dom ripped them off the wall and made quick work of tying first Ronn’s ankles and then his wrists together behind his back.

  Then Dom went back into the alcove to retrieve the other girl and brought her to the sofa. She had passed out sometime during the altercation. I thought that was probably better for her, and we didn’t try to wake her.

  Right after that came the roar of a thousand bikes.

  Okay, that was an exaggeration. But it sounded like the entire MC had come to take down an army of darkness. Fraternal solidarity was beautiful.

  Dom went to meet them at the main door to the house while I kept watch of the sleeping girl and the hog-tied prince of porno and pricks. In moments, the MC Pres came barreling into the room, spotted his girl immediately, and was on his knees at the side of the sofa, pulling her into his arms.

  He might have been crying. Nobody watched, and nobody said anything.

  Most of the rest of the MC guys actually stayed out in the front of the house; only a few had come in yet. Dom made his way back to me quickly, making sure I was okay in the midst of this onslaught of big tough men. They were a bit much, no question, and I was grateful for his consideration. He still didn’t know the particulars of what the Sick Bastard had done to me, but Dom was taking no chances. He was not going to leave me alone, even among friends.

  Someone called the cops to come in to clean up the detritus of Ronn and Fielding. Dom then spent a minute or two with a couple of the MC guys, describing how to get to Fielding, so that he could stay with me and not have to go b
ack down when the cops got there.

  Dom pulled me aside. “Sienna, baby. I remember you kind of freaked out before when you thought I was gonna call the cops into this. You okay with them coming now? What was that about, babe?”

  I almost laughed. Now that Ronn and Fielding had been effectively shut down, my concern was as nothing. “Ronn had threatened me, that if I ever called the cops around him for anything, that he’d use his special blade on me. All over me. And he had whipped this ugly scary switchblade out of his pocket, and it was curvy and jagged and—”

  I couldn’t even get the words out; the memory of the threat still freaked me out, and now that I was describing it, it was like I was living it again. I gestured to the parts of my body that Ronn had run that blade over: my face, breasts, my stomach, my sex. I shuddered, and Dom didn’t need more words.