Trapped: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Anna Ray

  “At first it was, yeah, I admit that.”

  Alessandra shuffles away a little and asks, “All that with the negligee, was that part of your plan, too?”

  “When I brought you that negligee, yes, I admit, for a moment I thought about how it would humiliate your father if he knew we were lovers… but then, another thought entered my mind. I could make your time here amazing and show you that after all this, there could be something between us.”

  Her eyes blaze with an angry fire, and she stands up from the bed to pace the room. “Then why did you leave?”

  I sigh and rake my hands through my hair. “Because when you first asked me to let you go, I was still too blinded by my need for revenge. But time apart made me realize you’re what’s important. You’re what I want, not revenge.”

  She stops pacing, and her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “You’re really putting me first?” she asks, her voice a few octaves higher than usual.

  “I’m putting you first,” I say, knowing she needs to hear the words directly from me so she can believe them.

  A small smile creeps over her lips. “So now what?”

  “That’s up to you. I want to be with you, Alessandra, but I want it to be your choice. I’ll do whatever you want. If you want me to take you home right now, I will. Or we can both leave and forget all this mess with your father and Carlo and the mob. Whatever you want, just tell me.”

  She bites her bottom lip and says, “I need time to think.”

  “Of course. You’ve got it. Think things over.”

  I stand from the bed and cautiously approach her. She welcomes me into her arms, and I crush my lips against hers in a long, lingering kiss full of promise. Then I leave her to think things over.

  I’m lying on my bed, not exactly at peace, but feeling calmer than I have for days, when I hear a soft knock on my door.

  “Come in,” I call.

  A moment later, Alessandra opens the door and approaches the bed.

  I sit up and give her my full attention.

  “Have you made a decision?”

  The wait for her to reply seems to last eons. Finally, she says, “I have. I want to stay.”

  I stand up, hardly believing what I’m hearing. “What?”

  “I want to be with you, Massimo. You’ve opened my eyes to what life can really be like, and I can’t go back.”

  A small smile appears on my lips. “I want to be with you, too, but you don’t need to stay. We can do this properly. We can let your mother know you’re safe and —”

  “No. If I go home, my father will surely kill you. And I need to know the truth. If he really killed your family, well, that’s going to cause problems, isn’t it? And I need to know why it's taking so long for him to rescue me.”

  “What are you saying? What does this mean?”

  “I’m saying we lure my father to a secure location. Pretend you’re going to exchange me for the money, and then we can learn the truth.”

  “And if he killed my family?”

  Alessandra looks away, and I know she’s conflicted. I’m conflicted, too. I meant it when I said she’s more important than revenge, but if I’m faced with Giuliani and he confesses the truth…

  Another glance at Alessandra makes up my mind for me. She’s trusting me. I told her she wasn’t a pawn in all this, and I won’t go back on my word.

  “It doesn’t matter,” I reassure her. “You’re more important. Like I said, we can both leave and forget all this mess with your father and Carlo and the mob. Start over…”

  She bites her bottom lip. “Let’s see what happens with my father first.”

  “Then we should call him; make him agree to my demands.”

  Her eyes darken, and her body goes stiff. “What’s the point? He’s made it clear he doesn’t care about me. If he wanted me safely home, he would have called you back and agreed to your demands already.”

  “Maybe, or perhaps he’s trying to buy himself some time. Besides, I can’t get him alone unless he agrees to meet me.”

  A darkness I’ve never seen before enters Alessandra’s eyes, and she says, “Then let’s make him agree. I’ll use some makeup to make it look like I'm covered in cuts and bruises. Then you tie me to a chair. Call him and put the phone on video. Show him what you’ve done to me and make your demands again.”

  “You’re sure that will work?” I ask: surely Giuliani will realize Alessandra’s injuries are fake.

  “What other choice do we have? You said yourself, you can’t get him alone unless he agrees to meet you. And this way, we’ll know the truth. We’ll be free to move on with our lives…”

  “Okay,” I say, watching Alessandra steadily. Now that we’ve agreed what we’re going to do about her father, my desire to make it up to her for running out like I did comes to the forefront. “But first, I need to make amends for leaving you like I did.”

  20

  Alessandra

  “But first, I need to make amends for leaving you like I did,” Massimo says with a wolfish smile that sends a thrill of desire shooting through my body. He grabs me and hoists me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bed.

  My pulse quickens as he drops me down with a small bounce, and he focuses his intense gaze on me.

  “Remove your clothes,” he demands, crossing the room to his closet. “And lie on the bed.”

  I do as Massimo says, remove my clothes while he pulls several silk ties from the closet. He returns when I’m naked and ties my wrists and ankles, one to each of the four posters of the bed so I’m spread eagle and at his mercy.

  My heart hammers when he takes one last tie, this one jet black, and covers my eyes with it so I can see nothing. My other senses go into overdrive, and my body quivers with anticipation as I await his next move.

  “I’ll be right back,” he whispers in my ear, his fingertip stroking across my breast and tweaking my nipple.

  My body aches for him when he leaves, and all I have is my imagination as I try to figure out what he intends to do. I pull against the ties around my wrists and ankles and find they’re secure. I won’t escape without breaking something or injuring myself. Not that I want to escape…

  Before I can grow bored or restless, I hear him return, and it sounds like he’s carrying multiple objects; as something metal clanks together, I suck in a sharp breath.

  I feel his weight drop on the bed beside me, and then, a moment later, ice on my nipple, sending a thrill through my body and making me moan.

  “No sound,” Massimo says, covering my mouth with his hand, another action that adds to my arousal.

  I try not to squirm as he moves the ice cube from one breast to the other, rubbing it on my nipples until they’re stiff peaks. My back arches, and then suddenly, the ice is gone. I almost cry out at its absence until I feel ice on my clit and let out a squeal.

  “Naughty, naughty,” Massimo says, moving the ice from my clit down to my opening. He leaves it there, just kissing the edge of my hole as he stands from the bed. A moment later, he shoves something soft in my mouth to block out my moans.

  I writhe as he pushes the ice cube a little further inside me and slides it up again to circle my clit. My hips rock as the ice melts, mingling with my juices, and I feel white hot pain on my thigh. Something hot and molten drips onto me and I want to scream… but I can’t. The pain is though and makes me long for more.

  I smell wax, and the pain of the molten liquid is replaced by a cool, soothing lotion being massaged into my leg. I relax a little until I feel a tickle of a feather across my nipple. I moan against the material in my mouth, loving the feel of whatever Massimo is stroking across my breasts. He circles one nipple, then the other, gently trailing the feather back and forth across my breasts. The sensation is enough to titillate, but my body aches for more… for something firmer.

  Massimo knows exactly what I need and gently bites my nipple. My cry is muffled, but I arch my back to let him know I’m enjoying his “punishment
.”

  When his fingertips dance across my clit, I rock my hips, trying to guide his touch, but he’s the perfect tease. I’m completely at his mercy, and he can control the pressure and speed of every action. He never repeats a move, and instead, keeps me guessing as he drives me to the brink.

  Soft touches... hard grazes... ice... molten wax... I’m driven into a frenzy by all the different sensations on my body. One minute his hands are stroking my clit, the next he’s biting my nipple. And through it all, I’m unable to scream out in pleasure or rake my nails down his back like I long to.

  The sensory play, coupled with my restrictions, makes my body thrum with wanting.

  Just when I think I can’t take any more, he removes the material in my mouth and the tie covering my eyes. He looms above, just inches from me, completely naked.

  “What do you want, Alessandra?” he demands huskily.

  “I want you,” I reply, arching my back to press my breasts against his chest.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.” He licks my neck, grazing the pulse point with his teeth and sending a thrill down my spine.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I reply, heat blazing through my body.

  It’s like the heat transfers from me to Massimo as his eyes come alight with fire and he smirks. “How much?”

  “More than I've wanted anything in my entire life. I’m yours; my body is yours. Please, I’m begging, fuck me.”

  He doesn’t need asking again. He grabs a condom off the bed and sheaths his long, thick cock and plunges it into my wet and ready opening.

  “Oh sweet Jesus,” I cry out as our bodies connect.

  I keep my gaze locked on Massimo as he moves inside me, slowly building up his rhythm until his hips crash against mine. I want to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, but the restraints hold me in place. I tug on them until the silk ties cut into my flesh and my skin burns.

  “Please, Massimo, I need to touch you,” I whimper desperately.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” he replies and captures my lips with his own.

  His tongue delves into my mouth as his hands quickly and deftly untie my wrists. Able to grip his head, finally, I entwine my fingers in his hair and deepen the kiss.

  When we’re both breathless, I pull away and pant, “And my legs, too. Please.”

  He pulls out of me for a moment only, trailing kisses down my thighs as he comes to the ties around my ankles. Those come off more quickly than the ones around my wrists, and our bodies join again.

  My legs wrap around Massimo’s waist, and my hands grip his shoulders as he moves inside me. Our eyes remain open and our gazes locked.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers reverently.

  I feel myself blush, but don’t look away.

  Our gaze remains locked as he moves inside me, pushing me over the edge. I feel my inner muscles clench around his cock as the waves of orgasm crash over me, and a moment later, he explodes inside me.

  Our limbs tangled, he lets out a grunt before his weight presses down on me. He gently rolls us both over so we’re spooning, my neck buried in the crook of his neck.

  I lie in silence, as the shattered pieces of my body reassemble, and I become whole once more. But I feel different… new. Something I never knew was missing has been found and put back where it should be.

  Slowly, I open my eyes and glance at Massimo. He opens his eyes, too, the turquoise color looking like an ocean in Sardinia during the summer.

  He offers me a lopsided grin and asks, “Are you okay? Was… was it alright?”

  I let out a laugh. “Are you kidding me? That was amazing!”

  He looks relieved, and I can’t believe he ever doubted his abilities. “And I didn't hurt you?”

  “Only in the best possible way,” I say with a lascivious grin. “I enjoyed that aspect very much.”

  “Good, because I enjoyed watching your reaction and the way your body responded to everything I did. But now, it’s time for me to look after you.” He climbs out of bed and offers me his hand. “Let me put some aloe vera on the areas the wax touched to soothe your skin.”

  “Can I freshen up first?”

  Massimo nods. “Of course.”

  Once I’ve finished in the bath and the areas of skin the wax touched have been tended to, Massimo and I dress in comfy, casual clothes.

  “Do you want something to eat?” he asks, as we relax in his bed.

  “Soon, but first, we need to deal with my father.”

  “All right. Let’s do this.”

  We get out of bed, and I change back into the dress I was wearing on the night Massimo and I met. While I’m changing, he heads down to the garage to ready the area.

  To make sure I really sell that I’m in danger, I tangle my hair, smear dirt and makeup on my face, and rip my dress. When I head downstairs to find Massimo, the cook sees me and gasps.

  “Are you okay, Miss Giuliani?”

  I offer him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. I did this to myself to make sure Massimo’s plan works. Please, don’t worry.”

  The cook lets out a sigh of relief. “The master is in the garage.”

  “Thank you.”

  I step past the cook and through the laundry room to make my way into the garage. Massimo has moved his car outside, and instead, in the center of the garage is a metal chair. On the floor beside it is a pile of thick ropes.

  “I’m ready,” I say to announce my presence, and Massimo whips around to face me.

  “Holy shit!” Massimo says, rushing to me and inspecting my face.

  “It looks convincing, then?”

  “Yes, it just needs one more touch.” Massimo picks up a knife from the floor and runs the blade along his thumb. He lets the blood pool and swipes it on my cheek and neck. “Perfect.”

  I sit in the chair, and Massimo secures the ropes around me. Not tightly, but enough that if I move, they won’t come undone. Unlike when we were in the bedroom, I’m filled with a different type of anticipation. Despite needing to know the truth, I still feel like I’m betraying my father, and then there’s the question of if he really killed Massimo’s family. If he did, I don’t know how I can reconcile that with the loving man who raised me...

  Once everything is in place, Massimo calls my father. He answers after three rings.

  “Giuliani, you haven’t returned my call, so I thought you needed a little motivation,” Massimo says, switching on the camera feature and pointing it at me.

  “Daddy, please, save me!” I cry, forcing tears to spill from my eyes. It’s actually a lot easier than I imagined it would be, not least of all because when I see my father’s face, everything I’ve been bottling up spills out.

  “Alessandra, baby, I’m so sorry. I should have called back sooner. I’ll bring the money, I swear. I just need a day longer.”

  “You have twenty-four hours, Giuliani,” Massimo says in a cold voice. I want you to meet me tomorrow at the abandoned warehouse on Pershing Road. Come alone, or the next time you see your daughter, she will be dead.”

  “I’ll be there,” my father vows before Massimo ends the call.

  21

  Massimo

  This is it. The moment I’ve waited ten years for. Alessandra and I pull into the parking lot of the industrial estate on Pershing Road.

  “My father’s car,” Alessandra observes, nodding toward the dark blue Maserati. She’s wearing sunglasses and black, nondescript clothing. I almost insisted she didn’t come, but I know Alessandra needs closure from her father almost as badly as I do. Plus, if I show up without her, Giuliani will know something is going on.

  Once we have his confession… I’m not sure. There will be hell to pay from Carlo if I don’t kill Giuliani. But I know now revenge is pointless. Nothing I do will ever bring my family back; the only way I can move forward with my life is by starting afresh. Hopefully, with Alessandra, if that’s what she wants.

  Am I ready to start a war with the
man who looked after me when my parents died? The man who gave me everything I have today? If it means being with Alessandra and keeping her safe, I’ll do whatever it takes. I just hope Carlo is reasonable and understands my choice to walk away.

  “Are you ready?” I ask.

  “I’m ready. Are you?”

  I take a deep breath and picture my mother and Bianca’s lifeless bodies in my mind.

  “I’m ready,” I say finally.

  Alessandra closes the distance between us and presses her lips to mine. With our foreheads touching, she says, “Don’t forget, Massimo, whatever happens, whatever he says, it’s you and me against the world, now.”

  “I haven’t forgotten. And when this is all over with, what we do next is your choice,” I promise, leaning in for another kiss.

  “I hear Sardinia is lovely at this time of the year.”

  We get out of the car, and I instruct Alessandra to stay behind me as we approach the abandoned warehouse. I haven’t scouted the building and have to have faith that Giuliani wants to rescue his daughter desperately enough that this isn’t a setup.

  We enter and make our way through to the main room where Giuliani stands alone, holding a briefcase I assume contains the fifty-million dollars I asked for. I have no intention of keeping the money; once all this is over, Alessandra can have it.

  Giuliani ignores me, his focus on Alessandra. “Alessandra, baby, are you okay?” he asks, his eyes trailing over her body searching for any signs of abuse.

  Alessandra rushes into her father’s arms, and they embrace. The moment causes a pain in my heart as I try to reconcile this loving father with the man who killed my family.

  When Giuliani releases Alessandra, his glance shifts from her to me. “There’s something you need to hear. Accardi, I did not kill your family.”

  “Bullshit,” I snarl. “You’re just saying that to worm out of this.”

  Giuliani holds up his hands in a placating gesture. “I’m not. I swear. I have proof. I am not your enemy. DeLuca is.”