Obsessed with His Bride – Possessive Mafia Romance Read online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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“You don’t understand,” Vlas said. “You don’t… you don’t get it. The ghosts… they’re haunting me, Dante. All the death, all the lies… I did it all.”

He was raving, his eyes wild and wide. He shifted toward me and I raised my gun again. He let out a groan and winced away, covering his face with his arms. I looked at Aida and she just shook her head.

“He’s lost it,” she said. “God, this is pathetic. I can’t even look. I almost wish you could kill him right now and be done with it.”

I shook my head. “The Vlas I knew is dead,” I said. “Whatever this thing is, it’s much too pathetic to be worth my time.” I gestured at Steven and Biagio again. “Take him.”

They came forward and Vlas screamed in fear. Steven grabbed his legs, pulled him to the end of the bed, and Biagio grabbed him under the arms. They heaved him up together, and for a second, he flailed around until I kicked him in the side. He gasped for breath as Steven and Biagio carried him between them back through the dingy apartment and down the steep flight of stairs.

By the time we reached the street, they were both puffing and sweating. “Fuck, he’s heavy,” Biagio grunted.

Aida came out last, surveying the men arranged on the sidewalk as a drunk couple came stumbling past, barely paying any attention to what was going on around them.

“Come on, in the car,” I said.

They took Vlas across the sidewalk and threw him roughly into the rear hatch of a waiting SUV. I ran around to the front and got in behind the wheel. Steven took the passenger side seat, Aida got in behind me, and Biagio got in behind Steven. I nodded at the others and Chad slammed the rear hatch shut.

I heard Vlas groan in pain as I pulled out into traffic, heading toward Don Leone’s place.

“I hope Don Leone’s awake,” I said.

“He’s expecting us,” Steven said.

“Good.” I smiled and looked in the rearview mirror at Aida. She grinned at me, tilted her head, and blew a kiss. “We have a prize for him.”

I stepped on the gas, a smile on my lips.

31

Aida

Don Leone lived in a modest rowhome in the heart of Old City. I would’ve walked past it a thousand times and never known a dangerous mob boss lived in it, never would’ve guessed it wasn’t owned by a lawyer or a doctor with three kids and a pretty young stay-at-home wife.

Dante parked out front and killed the engine. “Here we are,” he said.

I laughed. “This is really it?” I asked. “I mean, the Don lives… here?”

“What did you expect?” Dante asked. “A mansion?”

“I guess I didn’t know what to expect,” I admitted.

“He used to live in South Philly,” Dante said. “But then that got too dangerous, so he moved up here.” He opened his door. “Come on, Steven, you go knock, I’ll grab our friend. Help me out, Biagio.”

I got out my side of the SUV and stood on the sidewalk as Dante and Biagio popped the hatch. Vlas raved about ghosts and death pressing at his door but he was slurring and only half with it. Steven hurried up the stoop and knocked on the door until one of the Don’s guards answered, the older guy named Roberto.

“We got him,” Steven said.

“Good.” Roberto stepped out of the house and looked around. He nodded at Dante and Biagio and gestured at them. “Come on, bring him in. The Don’s waiting.”

Dante and Biagio carried Vlas between them up the steps. Steven followed next, and I took up the rear. Roberto gave me a look and closed the door behind me before gesturing for the group to follow him.

The entryway had rich, dark hardwood floors. There was a parlor sitting room to the right with an old fireplace and low, deep red couches set up around it. I noticed a few oil paintings on the walls, but didn’t have time to check them out further. Roberto led the group down the main hall, past a huge staircase with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and down another side hall.

I caught glimpses of rooms as we walked: an industrial kitchen with all stainless-steel appliances and prep stations, another sitting room with a large TV in the center, a home gym, a library. We moved past all of them, and I realized that Don Leone’s house must extend through a few of the houses on the block, because we were moving much deeper than a single house could possibly go. The wood floor was polished bright, and the lighting fixtures didn’t have a speck of dust on them. There were more oil paintings on the walls of landscape scenes, and I noticed more than a few included horses of some kind, mostly big black stallions. I could smell fresh floor wax and wood spice drifting up with each step, and I ran my fingers along the wood paneling along the lower half of the wall, finding it smooth and even.


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