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(Riccardo's POV)
"For a price... That is" I said looking into the little Santoro's face, reeling in the satisfaction I had at the disappointed look on his face.
"What type of price?" He questioned suddenly showing a look of utter business.
"One night, with that lovely prostitute you call a wife" I stated firmly looking into his eyes deeply.
Rosalyn Harper, married the heir to a drug trafficking business. As its main supplier of products I took it upon my self to research this women.
Growing up in foster homes before running away at fifteen she was succeeding well at school but not at home, once running away she found her self at 'Francies' and became one of the local whores. Now she was living in luxury with a man who had graciously paid for her bidding.
She was a hungry gold digger and I doubted she even loved this pathetic excuse of a Santoro.
"No." Brandon said defiantly looking me in the eyes.
No one dared look me in the eyes.
"Why ever not?" I turned my head slightly whilst grabbing a cigar.
"She is my wife! Why the fuck do you think I would whore her out?!" He was demanding now. Anger evident in his voice.
Oh how predictable of the Santoro family. Always getting mad and protective and making stupid decisions because their cock directs them.
"Your wife, is a prostitute and used to being sold off--"
"My wife! No longer lives a life of a whore!" He cut me off, veins bulging from his neck.
"Old habits die hard, boy!" I stood then and looked the pathetic boy over.
"No wonder Dylan chose me, I make far better decisions. Think on it. If it's a defiant no then I'd watch who your wife associates with" with that I stalked away, my hand reaching for the knob.
"If you touch a single hair on her body, so help me!" The little Santoro boomed causing me to stop.
Oh I was soo scared. I thought sarcastically.
Walking away I pulled my cell from my coat pocket and dialed Dylan's number.
"Boss?"
"Dylan, have you got eyes on her?"
"Yes, sir"
"The four one one?" I demanded as I remembered the whimpering boy who soon became my greatest friend.
Dylan Santoro, adopted from birth and loved as always, until he discovered he was adopted that was. Drifting from his family he found his way to me.
Teaching the boy my ways, he soon left the dreaded Santoro's and allied himself with me.
"So far she hasn't done much, her foot looks to be injured, Don't know how but knowing Brandon he probably hurt her" his voice suddenly becoming tight.
"She's watched movies all day and occasionally wondered the house. No idea that were watching her every move"
"Good, keep it that way." With that I hung up and sat in the back of my limo.
Rosalyn Harper was a beautiful women, previously living in a whores world there was no doubt she knew her way around a mattress, and I was damned if I was going to let such a beauty fall from my grasp.
She would be mine.
I would have her again, and I would sell her.
Once a whore always a whore.
(Rosalyn's POV)
Tears streamed down my face as the ending credits of 'The Vow' played across the screen.
Why would someone make a movie like that?!
Why would you play with emotions like that?!
Angry and upset from the movie I made my way to the kitchen and began marinating the steaks for Brandon and I to have for dinner, I wanted to surprise him with a romantic dinner.
An inkling of worry laced my mind. I knew I was being paranoid but Riccardo Montoya sounded so bloody familiar to me.
Shaking my head and pouring honey and soy sauce over the steaks and adding garlic I sat them in the fridge. Reaching for potatoes I screamed as the front door slammed open.
Brandon looked like absolute shit. Handsome and sexy, but worried and panicked.
"Hey!" I perked as he marched towards me throwing his suit jacket over to the couch.
"Rosé! Oh thank god your safe!" He pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me all over.
What the hell?
"Brandon, seriously? What's wrong?" Looking into his face all I wanted to do was hold him and take all his worries away.
"The meeting didn't go well, he agreed to leave the business on one condition" a look of sadness and panic forming on his face all over again.
"What condition?" I asked genuinely wanting to know.
"He knows about your past somehow? He wants you for a night. I told him no and then he left threatening to hurt you!"
"What! That's ridiculous! No one could hurt me, Brandon." I said touching his face.
"He can! He has ways, he's dangerous, Rosé"
Oh how dangerous can the man be? Seriously.
"Rosé, I'm being serious! Please don't leave this house!" Looking into his eyes it was hard not to agree with the crazy notion.
"Fine" I muttered looking down at my feet.
I've been a captor before and it didn't sit well for me, it didn't sit well with me now as I agreed to stay inside like a caged animal.
But for you Brandon Santoro, I'll try.
I reached up onto my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek when the door burst open suddenly and the windows along the walls broke as people began smashing through them.
Brandon reacted quickly and pulled me close to his side and held out his gun protectively.
Men in black combat suits surrounded us, guns pointed in our direction every where.
"Get on your knees and no one will get hurt!" A man yelled out. Brandon dropped his gun and slid it away and raised his arms before kneeling down, following his actions I was moving to kneel when a man grabbed me and began to pull me towards the smashed windows.
"Rosé!" Brandon's screams pierced trough me as I reached for him.
The man pulled me out and into a helicopter, as we flew away I couldn't help but let the tears slide down my face as Brandon got further and further away.
What was happening to my life?
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