Married to the Mafia Boss

Carmine

Dominic sits beside me as we drive toward Long Beach, a tense silence between us.

“If I knew you were going to be a drama queen about my sister, I wouldn’t have gotten involved,” he says, and I know, in his way, that’s an apology.

“Yeah, well, have you met your sister? She drives people to insanity, personally, and then leaves them there for a few days before she comes to pick them up again,” I say, a way of accepting his apology.

“I’ll speak to Alessandro….”

I cut him off, “Don’t. I can handle my own affairs with Alessandro. Right now, all that matters is Arianna. The Trievs didn’t kidnap her for an exchange. They’re going to make an example of her.”

“Who is this guy we’re going to see? Is it Konstantin?” he asks.

“You’ve had the pleasure, I see,” I comment.

“You weren’t always the one who protected Arianna. It used to be me. I’m familiar with the asshole,” he says coolly. “What makes you think it’s him?”

“He threatened her. He knows her car, and he knows the family. He could gain from the Russians taking over,” I point out.

Dominic nods. “All valid points.”

I nod, and we fall into a more comfortable silence, something we’re used to. I pull up outside the address and look at Dominic. “This is it.”

“Let’s do business,” Dominic says and climbs out of my truck.

I climb out, and we both walk to the front door. I knock while Dominic stands to the side. The door swings open, and Konstantin looks at me, confused. “Who the fuck are you?”

I pull my gun in a flash, grab his shirt and push him backward, with Dominic following. “Check the rooms.”

Dominic goes off, and I force Konstantin into a chair. “You and I need to have a little talk.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t even fucking know you,” Konstantin whines. “What do you want? I don’t keep cash here.”

I snort, “Probably bullshit, but don’t you recognize me, Konstantin. I was with Arianna not so long ago when she threatened to shoot you.”

“You,” he narrows his eyes, “you’re the guy who was in the car with her.” I see a light sweat develop on his face. “What is this about? I gave her the winnings that night. I don’t owe her anything.”

“You owe me her location,” I say as Dominic comes back in. “All clear?”

“All clear,” Dominic says.

“Good.” I shoot Konstantin in the leg, and he screams. “Now, you told the Trievs what car Arianna drives and how to find her, did you not?”

“No! No! No!” Konstantin cries, but when I raise my gun to his other leg, he holds his hand up. “A guy came around asking about her a while ago. I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Russian guy?” I ask, keeping my gun trained on him.

“Yes, some guy called Igor,” he says, sweating hard. “Please, that’s all I know.”

I shoot him in the other leg. “You’re going to bleed out real soon, Konstantin. Where is your friend Igor hanging out?”

He doesn’t even fight the accusation. “In one of the warehouses in Brooklyn, not far from the warehouses your family owns.”

He pants hard. “Now, please call me an ambulance.”

“This is your fault. No one is coming to help you,” I say coldly and raise my gun, putting a bullet in his head.

“Call the guys. I’ll get Richie to find out which warehouse it is.” I take out my phone and call Richie again. “Hey man, it’s me. Russians own a warehouse in Brooklyn, recently acquired. Igor might be the name of someone linked to an Igor. I need a location stat.”

“I’ll send it to you as soon as I have it,” Richie says and hangs up.

I get into the truck and wait for Dominic. Then we both head toward one of the houses with an armory shed nearby. We need to stock up on weapons.

It takes two hours to secure a team and a location, and it’s the longest two hours of my fucking life. I could murder someone. I’m so tense.

I need to clear my mind. I’m no good to Arianna wound up. I pull up next to Bones’ vehicle in the lot, two warehouses away from the address Richie gave us. I get out and shake the hands of my fellow mercenaries.

Bones nods to the warehouse. “They’re not expecting anyone. Hardly any guards, in or out, but Carmine, we did hear a woman scream.”

My blood boils, and I take a deep breath. “Bones, cut the electricity, everyone on radio comms. Our priority is to secure the package and get her out safely. Kill any motherfucker in your way.”

Everyone agrees, and Bones slips away to the main electric box for this section of warehouses.

“Get ready to switch to night vision,” I say into my radio.

The lights go out. “Switch to night vision and breach.”

We move quickly. As we approach the warehouse, two assholes with guns walk out to see what’s happening. We snipe them-two down.

We walk in and fan out, and before I know it, bullets are flying everywhere. Three of us head upstairs to the first floor and sweep through the various nooks and crannies. There aren’t really rooms in this warehouse, so they could have her anywhere.

“I found her,” Bones’ voice sounds into my ear. “Second platform, one ugly motherfucker has a gun to her head and is threatening to shoot her.”

I look around and then up. I can just make out the heat signatures. I quietly go to the end of the platform, and using the pipes on the wall, the machinery rising through the warehouse, and some rather incredible balance, I manage to make it to the second platform silently.

The shooting has died down, and I can hear the Russian shouting that he’s going to shoot the princess if anyone comes near him. He doesn’t realize I’m behind him.

I lie on my belly and train my rifle on the back of his head. I need him first to move that gun away from Arianna’s head before I can take the shot.

“I need a clear shot,” I whisper into the radio. I see someone approaching from the Russian’s right and bang the barrel of his gun against the railing. The Russian quickly points his handgun toward the mercenary, and I lean in, steady my breathing and take the shot.

Straight through his head. He collapses, dragging whoever he’s holding down with him.

Please, God, let Arianna be okay.

I get up, and we all rush to where he was standing. I pull off my night-vision goggles and turn on a flashlight, shining it on Arianna’s bruised face. “Ari. Ari. Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

She groans. Thank God she isn’t dead. I give her a quick once over and Bones, to my left, hisses when he sees all her fingernails are missing. “Good thing you shot that son of a bitch.”

“I need to get her home. They have a special doctor that can take care of her privately. Cover me.” I sling my gun over my shoulder, so it rests on my back and scoop Arianna into my arms. We slowly make our way downstairs. We move slowly and carefully and get Arianna to Dominic and the car.

“Dom, call Dr. Harper. Tell him to meet us at the estate,” I say, sitting with Arianna in my arms.

Bones gets in to drive while Dom calls the doctor and Alessandro.