Ava Capello is used to having men fawn over her. She works as a stripper for Pete's sake. But never in her life, has she met a man like Cristiano Anfredelli. Cristiano is dark, mysterious, and dangerously sexy, unlike any man she's ever known. When...
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Cristiano had been talking rapidly in Italian on his cell phone for the past 10 minutes. I, on the other hand, was reading Omertà in the passenger's seat of his red Ferrari. I found it quite ironic that Scarlett was technically in the same situation that I was in.
"What are you reading?"
I looked up from my phone at him.
"It's called Omertà."
His eyes narrowed and his lips twitched with humor.
"You do know what omertà means, right fiorella?" He snickered.
"Well I'm only 3 chapter into it, they haven't explained what omertà means yet," I drawled out sarcastically.
"So what's it about?"
"How an innocent city girl falls for a mafia boss. Pretty ironic since I'm an innocent city girl and you are a mafia boss..."
He turned in his seat so that he was facing me.
"Sì, but we are not in love," he clarified.
"Right," I replied looking out the window.
An awkward moment of silence passed between us and Cristiano cleared his throat breaking the silence.
"Where did you want to take me?"
"I need to bring you back to headquarters. There's been a lot of conflict between us and the Russians lately, they keep fucking up our meeting plans and they got two of our men last week."
"They killed them?"
He nodded.
"Why?"
"Our men were in their way, so they shot them."
"That's so fucked up..." I muttered to myself.
"Ava, we don't kill people for fun, there are reasons. Those men killed two of mine, they could have killed me, or Jack, or my mother, it was necessary that they died."
Huffing out a breath of frustration, I looked out the window at the trees swaying in the wind.
"I hate this," I sighed to myself.
He cursed and hit the steering wheel in frustration. "Why the fuck are you here then?"
"Because you kidnapped me! I'm not staying here willingly!" I cried.
