Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 35

Lucky

I think twice about getting it on with the stable guy, I'm suspecting Nico would find out about it in any case and falling out with him isn't particularly what I want to happen, I want to get off this island wherever the hell we are, and I want a new mobile phone.

"Breakfast?" Vinnie asks me. Why is she being so friendly to me? I'm a Gianluca surely she doesn't like me just as the rest of them don't, they're only tolerating me because I'm arranged to be married to their boss.

"I guess I could eat, so tell me have you ever had liaisons with Nico?" I don't like to beat around the bush, I want to know if she's slept with her boss, I know it's a cliché, but something tells me there is a closeness there.

"Never, he is Nico Santangelo there is no room for me in his life other than his assistant." I nod my head, thinking I bet she'd love for there to be more than just being his assistant.

We make our way into the large modern kitchen, the sunlight is pouring in from the wide doors that lead onto a large stone, raised patio area. Steps leads down to a large lake. It is serene and a beauty spot for reading, perhaps that's what I'll do later after I've planned how I can get past his guards and off the island. I wonder if she will be my ally.

"I can make pancakes." She tells me.

"I thought he had a chef or cook or something, you don't need to make me anything. I prefer a plain yoghurt and some strong coffee. I forgot; what island did you say we were on?" She gives me a strange look and furrows her brow as I take a seat at the tiger-eye marble island situated in the center of the gigantic space.

"I didn't," her voice has an edge to it, not surprisingly.

"Refresh me then, I'd like to know where I am?"

"I can't tell you that," she busies herself with getting orange juice, yoghurts and milk out of the stainless steel double sized refrigerator.

"I'm not asking you, Vinnie, I'm telling you to let me know."

"I have strict instructions from Nico." Fair enough she is putting up the walls, darn and here I was thinking she would be my new best friend. Well, I am a woman, I am Lucky Gianluca, and I have looks on my side, I'll soon cajole someone here to tell me. Men are just men after all aren't they and I do have my way. Patience is all I need.

"How long will Nico be, surely you can tell me that much?" She contemplates for a while.

"Not sure a couple of days, he has business to attend to in the City. He said he'd let me know."

Exasperation fuels my veins, "for fuck's sake, I am the one who will be his wife, I am his fucking fiancée, now tell me exactly what business he is working on and when he will be back. I've had enough of this."

"You were shot at Lucky; you need to remember that you have a target on your back now just as much as he does. You're a package deal now." She passes a glass bowl to me that she's scooped the plain yoghurt into.

"I will not be held prisoner, and the wedding isn't taking place here either. I refuse to marry Nico without my friends and family around, tell him that. I'm not hungry." I leave her standing with her mouth opening and closing and storm out of the kitchen, through the large grand entrance hall with its chandeliers and high polished marble flooring and head for the palatial double wood doors. Outside I take deep breaths, my anger is so high that the pressure can be felt in my ears. I feel like a trapped bird, if I stay much longer, I will go insane.

I head down the steps and start walking briskly, a man takes stride behind me dressed in black with some kind of military grade looking machine gun across his chest. I turn and glare at him. "Really, do you need to follow me?" He says nothing just glares at me with his dark eyes, I huff and continue to walk towards the stables.

The guard waits outside as I go in and search out the young lad that was here when I came back with Veronica. I spot him with his feet up on a coffee table in the lounge/canteen area. On seeing me he drops his feet to the floor and stands up. "No need to stand, relax," I tell him. "I'd like to know what island this is."

He blushes, yeah, hormonal just like I thought but he is good looking with is dark hair, long dark lashes and full lips. His muscles are defined, nice ropey forearms but I don't have hot passionate sex on my mind right now, I've got to get out of here, fuck them all. I'm losing my mind.

"I'm, er, not sure if I should say."

I stride towards him until my face is so close to his, thankfully I am tall enough to match his height and hiss at him, "you will tell me where I am, or I will cut your fucking balls off." I grab his balls in my hand and squeeze, so he knows exactly who he is dealing with. I'm a Don's daughter, I've learnt my fair share of how to play the man's game. He winces, his eyes tighten.

"Okay, okay, Mustique."

"Good now how do I get away from this prison?"

"I can help you, but it'll cost me my life if Nico finds out."

"I'll make it worth your while. I'll pay for you to disappear, good enough?"

He merely nods, I relax my grip on his balls, knowing he wants to run off and nurse himself. "When is the best time to make a run for it?"

"Later when it's dark, you can easily get out of the house around ten, it'll be dark then. The guards at the front of the property rotate the building and shifts, the back will be clear for ten minutes as they do the round and rotate. It'll mean you getting out of the back though."

"I'll figure something out," I tell him.

"You promise you'll help me, if Nico finds me, he's likely to kill me." I can see the fear in his face, I can smell it on him, sweat trickles down his cheeks, I'm guessing he wish he'd never smiled at me or ever met me.

"Yes, I promise. I'll meet you here just after ten this evening, do not let me down or I will tell Nico you tried it on with me, who do you suppose he will believe?" I walk off leaving him clutching his sore balls and head back to the house the irritating protection striding behind me. Ten p.m. I'll be ready to break away from this place, I'll get off the island and make it back to the City. Nico will have to suck it up, I'm not the kind of woman to be left in an ivory fucking tower.

"Nico has sent a message; he will be back tomorrow." Vinnie finds me in the library with a brandy in my hand. It's early but hell, I need something to calm me down right now. I calculate how far I can be, and what his reaction will be when he discovers I have left and made my way back to my own property. I've got my own protection; I can use the stable guy's mobile to call Dimitri and tell him to organize everything. Mustique is only four and something hours away from New York City, getting a flight will be easy thank God I still have my bag with me that contains my personal items including my purse and cards. At least I can buy my way back to New York.

"Very well, you are dismissed." It's never too early to let her know who is the boss around here, she may be Nico's assistant but she will know that if she answers to him, she answers to me. I catch her narrowing her eyes and glaring at me. It's not my job to make friends, especially now I know which team she is on and team Lucky it most definitely isn't. I take a slow sip of my brandy, enjoying the warmth as it creeps down the back of my throat, the burn in my chest igniting me, making me feel more powerful.

We stare at each other, "if you need anything let me know."

"I won't need anything." I stand up and face the floor to ceiling, paned glass windows in the library turning my back on her. She had her chance to help me, and she chose not to.

"Lucky, please don't do anything stupid, he'll be back tomorrow."

"I said go." I wait a minute and turn, she's gone. Enemies I will make being Nico's wife, it's time to toughen up and armor myself because I know all his crew will only be loyal to him. I could work on getting them on side, but not right now. Tonight, I will be off the island, and in the early hours of the morning I will be in my own bed. There will be no wedding until I am ready for it, although the thought of Nico being back with his dominating presence, his brooding looks does play on my mind. Will I go through with my plan?