Sergio Read online Natasha Knight (Benedetti Brothers #3)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Benedetti Brothers Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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Something’s up, though, because Salvatore called not twenty minutes ago to see if I was home. Asked if he could come.

“Hey, Salvatore,” I say, opening the door.

He’s preoccupied. It takes him a minute to even say hello back.

“Come on in,” I say, opening the door wider.

“Why is it so quiet?”

“It’s late. Jacob’s asleep.”

“Oh.” It’s like he didn’t realize the time. He steps in, stops. Shakes his head with a snort as if he were continuing some conversation in his mind.

“What’s going on?” I ask when I close the door.

He navigates around the toys to sit on the couch. “You have something to drink?”

“Sure.” I get him a whiskey, take the seat beside him and pour myself a tumbler, too. I started to drink the stuff in the last few months. Just a little now and again. It still burns, but it’s Sergio’s favorite brand and it reminds me of him, of us sitting together while he drank a glass. The smell alone will do it, but the burn, it’s what I crave some nights.

Salvatore takes a swallow then focuses his attention on swirling the amber liquid around.

“I have to claim her,” he says.

“What?”

He looks at me. “Lucia DeMarco. Her time’s almost up.”

I just watch him. Watch the furrow between his brows. Salvatore’s relationship with his father is different than Sergio’s. Sergio could manage Franco. He was the favorite son. Salvatore and Franco, though, their relations are strained, at best.

He swallows the rest of his whiskey. “Not quite half a year left, and I have to take her. Show the world how powerful the Benedetti family is.” He gets up, pours himself a second, generous glass full. Drinks half of it before turning to me. “I’m to break her. Destroy her.”

“There’s no way out—”

“No.” He cuts me off with an ugly snort. “There’s no way to do anything,” he spits, finishes his drink. Pours another glass and swallows that too. “In six months’ time, I’ll own the DeMarco Mafia princess. I’ll take her from her tower, bring her to my home, and I’ll punish her for being born a DeMarco. I’ll bring her to her knees to bury her father’s nose in the dirt.”

I go to him. “Salvatore,” but what can I say? I have no advice, no comfort to offer. I know the DeMarco bargain. It’s a devil’s bargain made by Franco Benedetti, to be executed by his succeeding son. “At least it’s not Dominic,” I say.

He looks at me. Shakes his head. “Do you know what he did to her? What my father ordered when the girl was sixteen? Fucking sixteen years old. A child.”

I don’t want to know.

“He had her tied to a cold steel table. Had her legs pried apart and had a doctor confirm that her virginity was intact.”

“Christ.”

“While her own father was made to watch.”

“Salva—”

“While I stood by and did nothing,” he spits, his tone harder. “Not a goddamned thing. Fuck. I couldn’t even look at her. It made me sick. Or it should have. But you know what?” He walks away, so his back is to me. “It made me hard. It made me fucking hard.”

I watch his back, big broad shoulders, muscular arms. He’s built like Sergio. Powerful.

“I am my father’s son. A monster. Like him. Maybe worse.”

“No. No, that’s not true.” I try to take the drink from him, but he won’t let me.

“I’ll be her monster.”

“Salvatore, you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” he says too loudly. “I do have to. That’s the point. I will take the girl. I will break the girl. It’s my duty.”

The monitor goes off then. Jacob’s fussing. He probably hears us, his room is just down the hall, and Salvatore isn’t being quiet.

“Shit,” Salvatore says, realizing. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. He’s been waking up at night,” I lie. I don’t want him to feel any worse than he already does. Jacob lets out a long cry. “I’d better go settle him down.”

Salvatore nods. I realize he hasn’t even taken his jacket off. I go to Jacob, pick him up out of his crib, cradle him, kiss the top of his perfect head, kiss the soft dark hair there.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay. Shh.”

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep again. And when he does, I lay him back down and tuck him in, but by the time I return to the living room, Salvatore’s gone.

31

Natalie

I don’t dream of Sergio often. I wish I could. But the nights I do, I wake up crying. Tonight’s one of them. Maybe it’s because Salvatore was just here. Maybe it’s what he told me. Maybe it’s just the mention of Lucia DeMarco’s name.

And it’s strange, although I can’t remember the dreams themselves, I do remember feeling safe, even with the bittersweet edge. Even knowing I’ll miss him that much more the following day. Jacob keeps me busy and I’m so grateful for him. I’m not sure I’d survive this if it weren’t for him.


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