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Authors: Angela Jordan
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months later.
Her brother was “taken care of,” and I did my best to reel Cara in…for a while. Then she started threatening to take my son away. Things got ugly fast after that. She left with him and I tracked them down in Chicago. Her father and brothers tried to stand in the way, but when it came to Nico, there was no backing down. My father allowed me access to whomever and whatever I needed. The Chicago family was in chaos by the time I finished and Cara…Cara should have been dead. At that point, Cara’s father had come to the realization that his daughter was insane. He was willing to agree with me that she needed to be taken away somewhere and kept “safe.”
At that point, I still planned on killing her. She was brought to me by some of the men when the war was over and as I held the gun to her temple and looked into her eyes, I saw the eyes of my son. I couldn’t pull the trigger….so I’d sent her far away with people to watch her around the clock. I had no inkling that Carmine, as much as he disliked me, would ever go against the family. Some of his men were allowed to go to Italy to guard her and that had to be how Christopher found out, and who was helping her now.
Cara text me the address. It was her aunt’s house in the Bronx.
“Take me to Carmine’s bar,” I told my soldier. On the way, I called Tony. I apologized for the trouble I was about to cause him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: ALANA
I woke up with the smell of sulfur in my nose. I couldn’t move my arms and legs; they felt like they were tied down. The room was dark and dank and I was freezing. I felt like I was in my underwear, but it was too dark to see anything. I was completely confused. Where was I? How did I get here? I tried to remember, but thinking gave me a pounding headache. I had a vague memory of dressing up…Sammie! Where was he? I started to open my mouth and call out and that was when I realized that my mouth was covered with tape. I felt the warm tears sliding down my cheeks and I wanted to kick my own ass for not listening to Nate. The bastard had been right, no story was worth this.
I had no concept of time there in the dark, but after what seemed like a long while, the door to the room was opened. I knew this because of the light it let in, briefly. Then, a small flashlight came on and suddenly a woman appeared next to my bed. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. I thought it was strange though that she was wearing the gown I’d chosen for tonight and she was smiling.
“Hello Alana,” she said in a soft, melodic voice as if we were meeting over tea. I couldn’t speak; if I could I dare say that I might not be able to control what would spew from my mouth at that moment. “I’m Cara. I’m Sammie’s wife.”
His wife? She was supposed to be dead. What the hell was going on?
“I can see that shocks you,” she said. Then she made a noise that sounded like, Tsk, tsk. “Sammie has been telling stories again, hasn’t he? He does this to get women you know. He has an insatiable sexual appetite. Be happy that you found this out before the wedding.”
She kept smiling and she had an odd look in her pretty brown eyes. I wondered if she was a little bit crazy, then I thought about the fact that I was tied down and taped up in a dark room and as I listened to her go on about how she and Sammie had a fight, but he always came back to her, I was sure of it. I was caught in the middle of the ultimate fatal attraction and I could only lay here and wonder if she was going to boil me like a bunny.
“I borrowed your dress, I hope you don’t mind. I think it looks better on me, don’t you? And look at
Her brother was “taken care of,” and I did my best to reel Cara in…for a while. Then she started threatening to take my son away. Things got ugly fast after that. She left with him and I tracked them down in Chicago. Her father and brothers tried to stand in the way, but when it came to Nico, there was no backing down. My father allowed me access to whomever and whatever I needed. The Chicago family was in chaos by the time I finished and Cara…Cara should have been dead. At that point, Cara’s father had come to the realization that his daughter was insane. He was willing to agree with me that she needed to be taken away somewhere and kept “safe.”
At that point, I still planned on killing her. She was brought to me by some of the men when the war was over and as I held the gun to her temple and looked into her eyes, I saw the eyes of my son. I couldn’t pull the trigger….so I’d sent her far away with people to watch her around the clock. I had no inkling that Carmine, as much as he disliked me, would ever go against the family. Some of his men were allowed to go to Italy to guard her and that had to be how Christopher found out, and who was helping her now.
Cara text me the address. It was her aunt’s house in the Bronx.
“Take me to Carmine’s bar,” I told my soldier. On the way, I called Tony. I apologized for the trouble I was about to cause him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: ALANA
I woke up with the smell of sulfur in my nose. I couldn’t move my arms and legs; they felt like they were tied down. The room was dark and dank and I was freezing. I felt like I was in my underwear, but it was too dark to see anything. I was completely confused. Where was I? How did I get here? I tried to remember, but thinking gave me a pounding headache. I had a vague memory of dressing up…Sammie! Where was he? I started to open my mouth and call out and that was when I realized that my mouth was covered with tape. I felt the warm tears sliding down my cheeks and I wanted to kick my own ass for not listening to Nate. The bastard had been right, no story was worth this.
I had no concept of time there in the dark, but after what seemed like a long while, the door to the room was opened. I knew this because of the light it let in, briefly. Then, a small flashlight came on and suddenly a woman appeared next to my bed. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. I thought it was strange though that she was wearing the gown I’d chosen for tonight and she was smiling.
“Hello Alana,” she said in a soft, melodic voice as if we were meeting over tea. I couldn’t speak; if I could I dare say that I might not be able to control what would spew from my mouth at that moment. “I’m Cara. I’m Sammie’s wife.”
His wife? She was supposed to be dead. What the hell was going on?
“I can see that shocks you,” she said. Then she made a noise that sounded like, Tsk, tsk. “Sammie has been telling stories again, hasn’t he? He does this to get women you know. He has an insatiable sexual appetite. Be happy that you found this out before the wedding.”
She kept smiling and she had an odd look in her pretty brown eyes. I wondered if she was a little bit crazy, then I thought about the fact that I was tied down and taped up in a dark room and as I listened to her go on about how she and Sammie had a fight, but he always came back to her, I was sure of it. I was caught in the middle of the ultimate fatal attraction and I could only lay here and wonder if she was going to boil me like a bunny.
“I borrowed your dress, I hope you don’t mind. I think it looks better on me, don’t you? And look at
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