Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Alejandro, it’s for the best,” Nicolasi chimed in. “They think you’re alone and weak. By outing yourself, not only are showing them you’re united with El Capo but also with what that entails. Us. La Famiglia. You’re declaring war and we will win.”
“We will need extra security at the church and the reception. I can only imagine the fucking shit show it’s going to be with reporters wanting the first exclusive photo of you. On top of Cruz and Sienna’s first pictures as a married couple. The news of your rebirth will hit the media the morning of the ceremony, Martinez. Since Carbone has already interviewed you, he’s responsible for passing on the information to the other reporters,” Rossi disclosed.
“We will catch the motherfuckers who took your daughter. They will be shitting their pants when they realize what they’ve done. I figli delle puttane,” Sinacore snidely expressed, “The sons of bitches,” placing his hands on the table, “have underestimated your power in our world. You may have been dead for the last twenty-two years, but you’re still El Diablo. I believe they took your daughter because they thought they could. We’re going to prove to them how wrong they truly were.”
I paid close attention to everything they were discussing as I had been for the last two months. Since the night of my first kill, the relationship between my father and I had changed. I think a huge part of him was proud of me, I proved my loyalty to our family the night I saved his life. Mamà didn’t like the idea of me in this world, but my sister was still gone and at this point, all that mattered was bringing her home.
Two devils were better than one.
And as my father had just indicated, he was getting older. It was time to pass on the throne to his only son. We had yet to receive another video of Ari or a ransom note. Leading us to believe it wasn’t about money. Although, they did send a few photos. Each more disturbing than the last. After they mailed a pint of her blood last week with a letter attached in another cryptic message, my mother almost had a nervous breakdown.
We needed another plan of action. More resources, more power. El Diablo held authority in the states and Colombia but in Italy, it was a different story. When we told Mamà what I had to do, she didn’t question it. Like I said, all that mattered was bringing Adriana home.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pleased with the fact I had to marry Sienna. Mafia Princess.
I wanted to.
I. Wanted. Her.
If my sister wasn’t kidnapped, I wouldn’t have stopped until Sienna Luciano was mine. This merely sped up the process and cut the bullshit of having to court her. I was never any good at that anyway. She knew who I was, and I didn’t have to pretend to be someone else for the sake of earning her heart or trust.
No lies.
No uncertainty.
No underestimating me.
“We all know you made a lot of enemies before you faked your death,” Luciano acknowledged. “Anyone could have taken your daughter. Especially with all the names you confessed in order to walk away. Because this happened in my home, I fear for my daughter’s safety. I know the union of our families will only offer further protection. All eyes will be on us which in itself will guarantee anyone from taking what’s ours again.”
He was right. The press alone was going to have a field day with this news, and it was only going to get worse as time went on. The exposure would make anyone think twice about fucking around with us. They’d be terrified it would lead to their demise. We were using the news to our advantage. Making our presence known granted us publicity and no one would want to mess with that.
The mafia was powerful in numbers. It was a game no one wanted to play. Not when everyone knows your name and what was attached to it.
The five families.
“The truth is, Papà. They found your biggest weakness. It wasn’t your wife or your son. It’s your little girl. A man with no family, loses his soul, right?”
He narrowed his eyes in my direction, listening carefully to each and every word that fell from my mouth.
“When we find the pieces of shit who took our own flesh and blood, I won’t stop till I drain every member of their families dry for what they’ve done. I want their blood on my hands.”
Their souls were mine.
“You remind me so much of my grandson Romeo,” Sinacore divulged, leaning back in his chair. “You’re both loose cannons and infatuated with women, but I see the way you look at Sienna. You only have eyes for her it appears. My only hope is my grandson will settle down as you are, however I won’t hold my breath. He doesn’t want just one woman to himself, he wants them all.” He shook his head.