Captured by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 2)

I grip the wheel so tightly my knuckles are white, and I can almost hear the steering wheel crack under the pressure. “Don’t worry about him.”

“Thanks,” she remarks sardonically. I want to spank her, but I’ll save that for later. “I’ll save all my worries for you.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m all good.” I wink at her through the rearview.

“Asshole,” she mutters, glaring at me when she really wants to flip me off.

“Are you hungry? I know I get cranky when I’m hungry.”

“The fuck is wrong with you? You abduct me and have the nerve to act like I don’t have a right to be upset.”

“Well, there’s that, but I told you to relax.”

She raises her eyebrows at me and then decides to ignore what I said. “How long am I your captive?”

“Until I can trust that you won’t snitch.” I think that should take the next seventy-years.

“Great. Well, in that case, I’m going to take a nap. It’s been a rough night, and I didn’t get much sleep.”

“What happened? Did someone fuck with you in there?” I snarl, hearing the leather on the wheel crack some more. Shit, I’m going to need to take my vehicle into the shop.

There goes that look of surprise on her face again. “No. Nothing happened. If you didn’t notice, I had one hell of a shocking day yesterday.” She gives me one final glare before closing her eyes and resting.

A few minutes later, I can tell she’s fallen asleep. When we arrive at my home just down the road from Dom’s, I pull through the gates and then down the path into my garage and let the large door close behind me. Still, Mariana remains asleep, so I decide to let her. She doesn’t startle when I pick her up, so I carry my little captive to the bedroom across from mine.

“Rest,” I whisper, placing a kiss on her temple before unlocking the cuffs. I take them with me and then walk out of the room, making sure to lock the door.

Chapter Four

Mariana

I wake up in a bed much more comfortable than any bed I have slept on before and panic sets in, but not for the normal reason. I feared that this was a dream. From the looks of the bedroom, it wasn’t.

I’m a prisoner in what looks to be a very nice home. I get out of the bed and find my bag set on the dresser. I open the drawers one by one, curious as to who the room belongs to, but they’re empty. Needing to pee, I enter the en suite to find it barely stocked. Great. At least there’s toilet paper and soap.

This man is seriously confusing the hell out of me. His concern sets my body aflame with lust, while he’s confessing to making me his prisoner. I don’t understand his motivation other than the damn fact that I saw something I shouldn’t have, and he’s probably worried I’ll trick off to someone. I have no intention of doing anything like that because I hate dealing with the police.

When my parents died, they acted like I had something to do with it. They fucking drove off a cliff like how could I have had something to do with it? It was a freaking accident. They bought a used RV with faulty steering and brakes. I hadn’t even seen them in two months when it happened and hadn’t spoken to them in over a month.

A knock at the door startles me and before I can go to it, it opens. “You’re back. Do I at least get your name, or is that off limits?”

“No, I want to hear my name off your lips. It’s Nero.”

“Why?”

“Because that is what my parents named me.”

I roll my eyes. Why do you want me to say your name?”

He smirks at me and then looks at me with that wicked stare that makes me want to climb him or onto the bed and spread my legs wide open. “Simple. I want to fuck you until you’re creaming and shouting my name so loud it shakes the house.”

How to I not give myself away? Arching my brow with my hands on my hips, I sneer at him and then say, “So that’s why I’m here… are you going to force me?”

“Never, but enough discussing this. There’s only so many times I can beat off in a day.”

“You were beating off to me.”

“More times than appropriate in the past twenty-four hours. Now, enough sharing. Are you hungry? You didn’t eat at the restaurant, and you slept through the night.”

“How did you know I went… never mind. It’s probably the same way you knew where to find me.”

“No, it’s not exactly the same. Again, are you hungry?” My stomach answers for me with a loud rumble. “Okay. I’ll take that as a yes. You can sit in here and I’ll bring your food, or you can come downstairs while I finish it.”