Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 23

Lucky

My mouth tastes like an army of ants have taken refuge and there is some vile taste at the back of my throat. My lids feel heavy, I know I've been sedated I recall the needle going into my vein. And now I want some answers.

"Well, I'm waiting, Nico? Why did you sedate me, what is your fucking game? You want to date rape me is that it?" Only I have no idea where I am this isn't his home, I can see from the floor to ceiling windows in front of me that there is a forest and I can see blue, the sea or an ocean. He doesn't have this kind of view from his sprawling mansion in Manhattan. God and I have a headache on top of everything else. I check I am still dressed, check. Good that's one thing. The room I'm in has sanded, wood floors they look like they're oak, wide planked. Nice. Above me is a ceiling fan but it's not running. The plantation shutters on the windows to the side are open, more views of a forestland and sea or ocean. And we seem to be fairly high up otherwise how would I have such an elevated view.

I'm sitting in a large cream leather chair; it could easily fit two people. He is looking at me with a frown. "You ask too many questions, Princess. You are safe is all you need to know." I take the glass of water he hands me, even though right now I feel like I need something a whole lot stronger.

I sneer at him; I swear I want to scratch his eyes out right now. "You can't drug someone, take them somewhere and tell them not to worry. It doesn't work like that, Santangelo. NOW TELL ME WHERE I AM." I don't often lose control, scream or shout but this man, this man drives me insane. I feel like I'm about to lose the plot. My bag is by my side, I grab it and begin searching for my mobile.

"What have you done with it? Hand it over? So, now you're checking my mobile?" He raises his eyebrows.

"I destroyed it." Plain and simple delivery. He did what? My mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"Destroyed it? Why would you do that? Are you trying to control me now so I can't have any contact with anyone not even my parents? This isn't part of the agreement."

"No, I don't want you to know where you are, you can be traced by your mobile. This is a safe house. Good God, Lucky think will you. Put that brain of yours in your pretty little head into action." He sits down on the same style chair as mine, that sits in front of me with just a rose marble table between us on top of which are some high-end magazines. Of course he would be on the cover of one of them, looking suave and sophisticated that alluring smile of his captivating. That same smile I wish I didn't like quite so much. But I do, you can't deny that Nico Santangelo is a good-looking man, one of the best looking men I've ever come across, it doesn't change the fact he is ruthless and a Don, a killer, a man who lives off illicit gains even though a lot of his empire is now legit. Only just.

"Are you kidding me right now? I don't have my tracker on?"

"You are not thinking Lucky." His voice is irritated. "If you use your mobile it can be traced, and I am not taking any chances. Someone attacked us and until I know who did it, you will remain here in this property or on the grounds. I have additional staff surrounding the house, you will be safe here. Not even my parents or my brothers know of its existence. They believe my safe house is somewhere in Texas."

"So where the hell are we then?"

"If I told you and you somehow managed to get a mobile device, you'd let your friend or someone else know to come and take you away. I am not risking that."

"What do you even fucking care, Nico what happens to me?" Although it's obvious, without me marrying him he doesn't stand to have all of New York under his wing. He needs me. That makes me powerful. It gives me confidence. He must think I am stupid. I will find out where I am, and I will also break away. I need to make sure my family are all safe because a man like Nico, well he has already threatened my father's life.

"I care because..." he stops himself and beckons to a man standing in the corner with a bald head, a hoop earring through his right lobe and tattoos on his hand and up his neck. No doubt they cover his entire body.

"Don't you think drugging me was a bit extreme?"

"When it comes to our safety, Princess nothing is extreme." He is blunt, as he crosses one leg over the other. I notice his expensive black shoes, no doubt Italian design, costing a small fortune.

The large built man brings over a whiskey tumbler and hands it to Nico. "Here drink this, it will take the edge off what just happened and no doubt your mouth doesn't taste so good." He'd know as I am sure I am not the first person he's drugged.

I drink it back in one, the scorching feeling down my throat as the amber liquid glides down and hits my stomach. "You need food. Get up if you feel up to it." He comes over and offers me his hand. I smack it away not wanting to touch him.

"Fine, get up yourself, Brat." What the hell? Who does he think he is calling me a brat. I manage to haul myself up, my legs weak and shaking. He strides towards the windows next to which are patio doors, he opens them and steps outside. "I would say ladies first, only you're not really a lady are you, Gianluca."

"Oh, fuck you and your insults, Santangelo. You want to treat me like a second-class citizen go right ahead, you're the one who has chosen me for your own greed and necessity. Personally, I feel sorry for you. You're sad and lonely with only money and awful memories to warm your bed at night." His glare and his look could easily cut a person in two. He goes to say something but must think better of it as he goes to the stone wall. On the terrace are large terracotta pots filled with exotic blooms, I can smell the faint fragrance of jasmine in the air. I inhale, it's refreshing.

"Is that the sea or an ocean?" I ask. He twists his lips upwards.

"Now, that would give the game away wouldn't you think, Princess?" Oh God, now I want to punch him right on his square jaw.

"Whatever Nico, I'll figure it out myself." I bet I can break one of his guards down. I have my ways.

I have to admit the views are incredible, the ocean I'm calling it is startling blue with waves rolling in, the land below is surrounded by a thicket of trees as far as the eye can see and there are men standing around on the grounds dressed in what looks like black combat gear and holding assault rifles. "How many men have you got protecting you?"

"Fifty men and a drone surveying." I let out a breath, that's a lot of detail.

"You must be one paranoid motherfucker, Nico." I take a seat at a table where there is a white tablecloth dressing it and some cutlery. Obviously where we will be dining. Now I think about it, I am famished as my stomach growls at me. Nico takes a seat opposite me.

"Not paranoid, Lucky. Safe, prepared, on my toes. You know people would like to see me six feet under."

"It's no way to live and now you bring me into this."

"You were already in it. What you think being a Gianluca excuses you? We both know people want your father out of the way too. It is better for you in any case to be safe here on this island." Ah, so we're on an island. Mm let me think, I have no idea how long I was out for or if we've crossed a time zone or not. What does it matter now in any case? He's got me here, I am at least safe I suppose but hell I don't like this. Not one little bit. Being so close to him, not being able to be out of his sight. It makes my blood boil.

"And how long am I going to be prisoner here? With you?"

"However long it takes, Princess. Once I know who is behind it, then I will deal with it. Then and only then can we go back to our lives."

"I'm hungry, I want to eat."

"As you wish, Princess." He clicks his fingers and a waiter appears pushing a food trolley with silver domed dishes on top. He stops by the table and takes the lids off, I am greeted with salmon, meats, lasagna and pasta dishes. I opt for the lasagna, it's always been a favorite, Nico opts for a steak, rare with side vegetables.

"I'm not happy about this, Nico. You are cutting me off from everyone. My family and Mia will worry. Can't you get me one of those burner phones."

Nico shakes his head. I have the fork in my hand, I could easily stab him with it, right in his neck - now wouldn't that be a sight? Blood seeping out sliding down his perfect tan neck, dripping onto the collar of his shirt. It would be over then, wouldn't it? 

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