Married to the Mafia Boss

Carmine

I sit bolt upright in bed as I hear my door gets kicked in. I grab my spare gun from my side drawer and point it at the door. I’d been fast asleep after Arianna left, but her brothers must have found out about us and decided to come and collect.

Dominic enters the room first, followed by two guards and Alessandro. I keep my gun trained on one of the guards, I would never point a gun at my Don, and he knows that.

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“Where is Arianna?” Alessandro asks casually, inspecting the room slowly.

I shake my head. “I don’t know where she is.”

He lifts his gun suddenly and fires above my head. I don’t twitch. I was put through desensitizing training, among other things, so I don’t flinch when people shoot at me. You aren’t a safe shooter if you flinch.

“I’m going to ask you once more, and then I’m aiming for either your dick or your head. I haven’t decided. Where is Arianna?”

“She was here,” I say after a long pause. “She was here but left around four or five in the morning.”

Alessandro steps toward my bed and points his gun at my head. “I told you to stay the fuck away from Arianna.”

I look up into his eyes, not at the gun, into the eyes of my older brother, and I say, “I’ve never minded dying for the people I love. Including you. Including Arianna.”

Alessandro’s finger moves over the trigger, but I don’t close my eyes. I want him to look at me when he pulls the trigger.

His phone rings, and he sighs, rolls his head slightly as though his neck is stiff, and holsters his gun. “Keep him here.”

He pulls out his phone and answers it, “Yeah.”

He walks out into the living room and talks while Dominic and the guards hover awkwardly over me with their guns trained on me. I look at Dominic, and I’m surprised to see sadness in his eyes. I give a slight nod of understanding, and he looks away. I think that’s the first time he’s ever done that.

Alessandro comes back in. “Dominic, they’ve found Arianna’s car. It’s been in an accident.”

“What?” I say, sitting up straighter. “Is she okay?”

“Stay out of this,” Alessandro says, looking back at his younger brother. “There was a tag on her car. A Russian tag. It seems the Triev family have come to collect on the brother’s deaths.”

Dominic holsters his gun but reaches for it again as I scramble to get out of bed,

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alessandro asks, glaring at me.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you try to shoot me or not, but I’m going to find Arianna and bring her home,” I explain, pushing Dominic aside and opening my closet to get clothes out. I get dressed unashamedly, ignoring the guards’ stares.

“You think you can take on the Triev family on your own,” Dominic says. “You’re insane, Carmine. They’ll chop you into pieces and leave you out for the cats to eat. And that’s if you can find them.”

I start strapping a holster around my hip, then one across my chest. “There’s a Russian who does races. He has an issue with Arianna. She threatened him the last time. I’ll bet anything he’ll have an idea how to find them.”

“How many men do you need?” Alessandro asks, watching me carefully.

“I’ll decide once I have the location. I have my own contacts that I can use. I don’t need to use family men.” I slide a gun into each holster, then reach down and grab a pair of heavy-duty army boots.

“You can, though. I will allow it this time. You bring Arianna back, and I’ll consider letting you back into the family as a reward, with provisions.” Alessandro stands at the door. When I’m done putting my shoes on, I approach him. We’re close in height, so I look him in the eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about being in the family right now. All I care about is getting Arianna back safely and protecting her. I don’t care if I have permission to do that or not.”

Alessandro regards me carefully and then steps out of the way. I walk out of the bedroom and grab a jacket, slinging it on. I grab the car keys hanging by the door. I don’t know what shape Arianna will be in, so the bike is out of the question.

I leave them in my apartment. I take out my phone and dial a number, waiting for Richie to pick up.

“Hey, Carmine, what’s cracking?”

“Konstantin, the guy who does the races. I need to know where he stays.” I say. “It’s urgent.”

“Yeah, I know him. Shit doesn’t land far from the ass if you catch my drift. He holes up in a place near Long Beach. I can text you the address, is everything okay?”

“Ritchie, send me that address and tell no one where I’m headed,” I say as I enter the building’s parking lot.

“What did he do?” Ritchie asks.

“He touched something that is mine,” I answer, hanging up.

I climb into the Ford Pickup. Armored and tinted, this is my baby. I wait for Ritchie to text me the address.

The passenger side door opens, and Dominic climbs in.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask angrily.

“It’s my sister, and you’re my best friend,” he says, looking me in the eyes. “My brother. I’m coming with you to get her back.”

I stare at him for a moment, then nod. “Okay, call up some of the guys from the security days. Get Bones, if you can. Tell them that we have a job, and it pays well. Rescue mission. Tell them that this one is personal as well.”

Dominic takes out his phone and starts making calls as I receive the address from Ritchie. I know exactly where Konstantin stays, the little rat.

I start the truck and pull into traffic, not caring about anyone in my way or traffic lights that are either in or not in my favor. I need to focus on one goal and one goal only.

I need to get Arianna back.