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Chapter 14

*Edited*

(Brandon's POV)

"Rosé!" I screamed lunging forward trying to reach for her, arms wrapped around me and tackled me to the floor, my eyes never leaving the terrified face of my wife, thrown into a helicopter there was nothing I could do but watch as the only thing that mattered to me was taken.

My view was suddenly blocked by a shiny black leather dress shoes. The arms around me lifted me up and I was face to face with Riccardo Montoya.

"You dirty pig!" I screamed trying to attack him. Guns suddenly pointed at me from everywhere.

"Bad bad language, little Santoro!" He said strictly before slapping my face. A cruel smile appearing on his face.

"I change my mind, you do as I say, you stay selling my drugs" I looked at Riccardo fuming.

Who the fuck did he think I was?!

"No. I don't want anything to do with you or the mafia! what don't you fucking understand about that?!" I demanded.

"I understand it all, and like I said, I only want one night." The smile appeared on his face again.

"No!" I demanded this time, there was no way he was going to do anything with her.

She was mine.

"Oh and how do you plan to stop me?" He smirked and with that left.

Thrown on to the ground my cheek slapping on the hard floorboards.

Just as quickly as they came in, the various people inside my house dispersed trough the front door and broken windows.

Where were you Rose?

(Rosalyn's POV)

The city flew beneath me as the man who previously grabbed me continued to hold onto my arms roughly.

Okay so I wasn't expecting to be kidnapped.

"W-where are you taking me?!" I stuttered at first before finding confidence in my voice. The man holding me removed his mask and revealed two bright blue eyes and a chiseled jaw line, he was incredibly handsome. Possibly more handsome than Brandon.

Oh god! What was I thinking?! No.

"Somewhere safe, Princess" he said a sexy smile playing on his lips.

"That's not an answer"

"Didn't say it was" I scowled at him grumpily. Returning my gaze back to the city I let a silent tear slide down my face.

"You'll see him again" I snapped my head towards blondie with a shocked expression plastered across my face.

"How would you know?" I demanded suddenly getting angry.

If he was trying to play with my emotions than he had another thing coming.

I wasn't easy to mess with.

"Boss only wants you for a night, one night to convince you to stay with us"

"Why? Why does he want me?"

"He knows about 'Francies', he knows the deal Brandon made with you. He wants to offer you freedom"

"I don't want his freedom. I'm already free"

"You think that, I know Brandon, he doesn't care for anyone but himself. He might say he loves you but I doubt he even does" his hand came up to my face caressing my cheek.

"What the fuck would you know about Brandon? You don't even know him!" A shocked expression appeared on his face before he smiled again, not the smile of someone who is happy or evil but a smile that says of course you'd think that.

"Obviously he hasn't told you, I'm Brandon Santoro's long lost adopted little brother" he said sadly looking down before confidently looking into my eyes.

"Whaaaa?" I looked down not wanting to look at him any longer.

Why wouldn't Brandon tell me?

Rosalyn Jane Harper! Stop jumping to conclusions! He's hardly talked about his family at all. That's why he never mentioned it.

I looked back at blondie unsure if I should believe him or not.

Thinking back on it, how much did I actually know about Brandon?

He was CEO of a drug trafficking business and Santoro Consolidated, his dad died, he has two brothers and...

I don't even know the man I'm supposed to love?

Wow. Nice one Rosie.

"You have that look"

"What look?"

"That look women get when they realise that they don't know if they love someone or not." He said it with such confidence I couldn't help but suspect he could read my mind.

"I love Brandon. He's nice and loves me back! Stop trying to make me leave!"

"If I wanted to make you leave I would tell you of all the other women Brandon has slept with, the amount of near pregnancies he's nearly had! He doesn't care about love! He's self centred and doesn't care about anyone else but himself. That's why I left" anger seethed in his eyes as he said those words to me, as if they were burning his throat.

"Why?"

"Brandon and Valentine hate me. They always did. When Anjelica found out she couldn't have kids again she adopted me, my mum and dad died shortly after my birth, don't know how and neither do they. Anjelica loved me and cared for me like I was her own. Brandon and Valentine didn't like that. They bullied me, once we became adults things got bad. Brandon was in the mafia, he slept with anyone he wanted and often found himself paying some girl to get an abortion. All these girls loved him but did he care? No. Oh but when I fell in love guess who got her pregnant and then slit her throat in front of me?!" He was demanding an answer. An answer I didn't want to admit.

Brandon was a good man.

"Brandon fucking Santoro! So now I'm taking you from him."

"B-but you said I could choose to stay or not!"

"You can, but I already know what your going to choose"

No he doesn't. He's bluffing.

"You're going to go back to that pig." Okay maybe he knew. So what? I didn't believe a single word this man said. He was crazy. He had those crazy eyes!

The helicopter landed on top of a large mansion and I was shoved from the cabin and onto the hard concrete causing my knees to bleed.

Blondie pulled me up to my feet and towards the door. Pushing me in roughly and down some hallways I found myself in a dark room surrounded by naked women. A fat man sat before me, his suit wrinkled and augmented his large stomach.

"Rosalyn Jane Ann Harper, so nice to finally meet you again" the voice was insanely familiar. The man removed his sunglasses and looked me in the eyes.

What? What was he doing here?

Fear made its way up my spine as I looked at my last step dad, my rapist.

Who was this man?