Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 22

Nico

I have walked up and down the jet several times to stretch my legs and to contain the anger that seethes inside me. Somebody taking a shot at me has taken me beyond my anger limits, my blood boils the only thing I am grateful for, is that Lucky and I have not been hurt in any way. Now we must get to the bottom of it. I've contacted Tony, he needs to have every camera checked, there will be something to indicate who tried to attack us and in broad daylight. Dario is still missing. AGAIN. He drives me insane - someone needs to put a leash on my brother. The search is taking place as I am about to land on the island of Mustique, this is where my private safehouse is atop Endeavour Hill, it cost me over two-hundred million to purchase and is remote that nobody can get to it without a drive and getting through the high protection units I have surrounding it.

We've been in the air for nearly five hours and Lucky still hasn't come round. Good, I need her out cold for the landing and transportation to the property. There is no way I am sharing with a Gianluca where my property is. The only people who know are Dimitri my main protection and of course my pilot, they I can trust I pay them handsomely and they know if they were to ever cross me, their lives would be over. I make no bones about it when I hire staff, and I interview them personally.

We've been through a lot together and they are like brothers to me, least more so than Dario. He has never looked up to me, he has always been arrogant and self-centered, always thinking about himself. I swear it's because my parents spoilt him when he was a kid, because he came to them a little later in their lives and don't Tony and I know it.

"Landing, Sir. Please would you sit down and place your seatbelt on." I clench and unclench my fists but protocol onboard is protocol and even I the great Nico Santangelo cannot and will not argue with that. I wonder if Kratos misses me already, I spend as much time being with him as I can, he travels ordinarily with me, but today there has been no time. I've instructed Tony to get Kratos in his crate ready for travel. One of my regular drivers will come and pick him up, the jet will be waiting for him. I have every intention of staying on the island until I know for sure that Lucky is safe before I head back to New York. For now, we have to make sure that whoever took the shot is found, interrogated because for sure they've been hired as a hit person by someone. Maybe old man Gianluca because he doesn't want a target over his head or for me to marry his daughter. Maybe it is one of the Moretti's they're always trying to infringe on my kingdom. It could be fucking anyone. Let's face it, I am a man who has amassed many enemies over the years. Hell, it could even be some rich man's wife I fucked who I didn't know was married. It's happened, not that I am proud of it. I have a rule not to sleep with another man's woman, only there have been times when I discovered some were in fact married, so yeah, you can see I have a few people who would want me dead.

The jet makes a smooth landing, my pilot is one of the best and he keeps his mouth shut. The hostess too, she never asks questions, is always around sometimes ridiculous hours of the morning, they only sleep when I sleep. It has been known for me to need flying somewhere without much notice. When you want to retain staff you need to be respectful to them, reward them handsomely and give them time with their loved ones and families. I always make sure my staff are taken care of.

I motion the doctor to check Lucky out. "She's fine, the drug will wear off in about an hour I'd say."

"Good, that means I can take her to the house. You will be driven anywhere you like, or I can get my assistant to book you on the next return flight. Whichever you prefer." The doctor I can trust too, he is also paid a lot of money to keep his mouth shut. The number of times he's had to stitch me up after a stab wound to the gut, once one narrowly missing vital organs. It takes time and money to find the best people to be part of your family. I daresay it isn't what he had planned, being on staff for one of the most notorious and famos mafia don's but he is.

"I'll book myself back to New York don't you worry about anything Nico. Lucky will be perfectly fine; she might feel a bit groggy but keep her hydrated and make sure she eats something."

"Thank you." I extend him my hand, we shake, and the hostess sees him down the steps. My detail goes down the steps before me and makes sure everything is fine.

"All good, Boss." I nod and bend forward to pick a very limp Lucky up and carry her down in my arms. It's surprising how light she is, for a woman with a good height, I'd say around five seven, she weights practically nothing. I can smell the hint of musky Coco Chanel, I know this fragrance from my mother, it suits Lucky as I inhale it some more. My second detail brings up the rear end and carries Lucky's bag she had with her at the shooting.

A black Hummer is waiting for me at the bottom. I manage to secure Lucky on the back seat making sure to rest her head on my jacket which I've removed for her to have something soft for her head. Why do I even care? Exactly, why? Something stirs inside me, not in my pants, in my heart. Seeing her so lifeless, her face soft, gentle and her lips slightly parted, she looks angelic, sweet almost. I note that's because she isn't saying anything or making nasty snide comments and remarks.

I move a lock of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear, her hair is soft as silk. Her long, slender fingers rest on her stomach, her nails look freshly painted, red. I love that color; it looks good around the base of my cock. I push the thought away, I don't have time to let my mind wander to Lucky Gianluca's hands around the base of my cock for God's sake, we've just had a termination attempt on our lives.

I berate myself and sit next to her on the back seat watching as her chest rises and falls. "Drive." My driver engages the engine and starts to pull away from the jet. My pilot and my hostess have been advised already before I left that they need to be on call but for now they can enjoy some hours down time, I won't need them for the rest of the day, what's left of it that is since we are already near seven in the evening.

The sky is beginning to darken, the moon is at a quarter - later when it is pitch black, I will go outside at my mansion and take it and the stars in. I love the solitude of my place here in Mustique, the clean air, the lack of people and all the lush green trees and forest that surround my mountain top yard. From where I have panoramic views of the landscaped gardens, wild tropical grounds, and views over the Atlantic and Caribbean coastlines, it is a piece of heaven, a paradise. Not even Tony knows about this place, he has no idea, my parents have no idea. Like I said only five people know those I can trust implicitly who will never want anything from me. Who don't want to be King and take my title and my status away. It says a lot when you can't even trust your family, however, my father he was the one who taught me this.

She is stirring, her eyes flutter opens those long dark lashes of hers unveil her molten eyes, the fire in them is burning. "What the fuck did you do to me, Santangelo and why do I feel so groggy? Where the hell are we?"