Romeo The Mafia Casanova

Rebeka took several bites before taking a drink of juice he set in front of her. She ate a quarter of the food on her plate before she stopped. The situation she was in at the moment and the anxiety in her system made it nearly impossible to get the food down without drinking something after every bite.

She pushed the plate away. He glanced at it but didn’t say anything. After he finished his food, he set it on the cart with his coffee cup.

“I’m going to leave for a bit. I’m going to lock you in here.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to make a bad decision when you’re tired. I also don’t want a bunch of men seeing you in that.”

“Don’t I have some clothes here?” she asked.

“No.”

Her teeth snapped together. She could have sworn Graham had left a pile of clothing in the bathroom.

He bent over to her and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll be back soon.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Rebeka didn’t say anything as the door closed, and she heard the lock click. She waited for a minute before walking to the door and making sure it was locked.

For a moment, she had the urge to call him back. She didn’t want him to leave her alone. She’d never felt as alone as she did at that moment, and she didn’t like the feeling.

Her gaze swept the suite. It was very pretty, and everything was comfortable, but it didn’t distract her from her feelings of misery and isolation.

First things first. She hobbled into the bathroom, pulled off her nightgown, and stepped into the shower. She took her time washing and conditioning her hair and then her body. After she was done and toweled off, she wrapped her hair up in a towel and then pulled the nightgown back on.

After several minutes of blow-drying, her hair was finally dry enough. She saw the box of medical equipment and pulled it over to the end of the counter, then sat down on the toilet lid.

She removed the wet bandage and thoroughly dried her foot before examining it. There were five different cuts on the bottom of her foot. They were all tender but looked like they were healing fine, so, she put some antibiotic cream on them and wrapped it back up.

Rebeka cleaned up the bathroom before going back into the bedroom. She picked up her glass of juice and a pillow and sat on the small sofa on one side of the large room. After she got comfortable, she turned on the TV. There was a movie she had wanted to see, and she set the remote down.

A knock on the door woke her. She was disoriented for a moment until she remembered where she was. The knock came again.

She hobbled over to the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s a maid with your lunch, miss.”

“The door is locked. I can’t open it for you.”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure you knew I was here and permitted me to open it.”

“I’m not very hungry.”

“I still have to leave it, miss. Is it okay if I come in?”

“Yes.”

Rebeka moved away from the door as it opened. A young woman walked in with a tray. She set it on the table and picked up the breakfast.

“Is there anything you’d like?” the maid asked.

“No, thank you.”

“Just dial one if you think of anything.”

The maid walked to the door. “Wait,” Rebeka said.

“Yes?”

“How long have you worked here?”

“For six years.”

“Do you like working for the family?”

The maid smiled. “Yes, I do. They treat us well. I have friends and my little apartment in the employees’ wing here. I even spend time with one of the guards. ”

“What’s your name?”

“Emily.”

“My name is Rebeka. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve got one more question.”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Have you seen violence since you’ve lived here?”

Rebeka knew she made the woman uncomfortable, but she had to know what the place was like.

“Some, but it was always taken care of. I’ve never been in danger as long as I’ve lived here.”

“Thank you,” Rebeka said. Before returning to the sofa, she waited until the door was closed and locked. The first movie had finished, and another one had come on while she slept.

She covered up her legs and watched. It wasn’t long before she wanted to lie down again and fall asleep.

Her strength was coming back, but it still frustrated her. It wasn’t like she’d been sick for a long time. It was one night out of her life. Yes, it was extremely terrifying, but she hadn’t realized that kind of trauma took so much out of a person. She had the time just to relax, so she didn’t fight it and tried to enjoy some quiet time she’d never had before.

Dominic was sitting behind his desk in his office when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said without looking up.

“Hey, boss. That Marino bastard is here to see you.”

Dominic looked up and smiled. He thought it would take the bastard longer to know who took the girl. He was looking forward to this. “How many guys are with him?”

“Just two in the building. I don’t know how many are outside. Do you want me to look?”

“No, Joe. I want you and Buzz in here watching the guards. Make sure you have a gun on you.”

“Always, boss.”

“Okay, bring them up.”

Dominic pulled a gun from his desk and held it under the desk on his lap. He wouldn’t ever let it go as long as the bastard was there.

The door opened, and Dominic rested back. “Well, well. If it isn’t vile Victor. I’d say it’s been a while, but in your case, it’s not long enough. Why are you here?”

The man stood in front of his desk with his arms at his side. “You have something that belongs to me.”

“Oh, really, what would that be?”

“My woman.”

Dominic laughed. “There’s a woman out there who wants to be with you?”

“Fuck you. She’s mine, as in she belongs to me.”

“Well, I hate to tell you this, Vicky, but it’s against the law to own people.”

“Where the fuck is she?” Victor yelled.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about. Why do you think I have her?”

“I saw you on a camera by my warehouse.”

“Are you sure that was me?”

“I know it is. Tell me where she is, or you’ll regret it.”

Dominic chuckled. “You’re an idiot. You always have been. How about if I give you some advice?”

“Fuck off.”

“I admire your father. I feel bad for him that he ended up with a son like you. Still, your family is small beans, Vicky. Do you want to go up against the Morettis and Macleans?”

“Macleans? What the fuck? And you’re the only Moretti I know.”

“I’ve got a pretty good-sized family. I have three sisters, a mother, and two stepfathers. Oh, and by the way, all three sisters are married to a Maclean man.”

He enjoyed the apprehension on the man’s face. “It doesn’t fucking matter. That bitch is mine.”

“No, she’s not. She’s my fiancee.”

Victor turned red. “Your what?”

Dominic grinned. “My fiancee.”

“That’s bullshit. I don’t believe you.”

Dominic shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck. You’ll find out soon enough.”

He saw a rage unlike anything he’d seen from this bastard, and he knew he’d have to somehow eliminate him for good, or he’d be a threat to his family.

“If that’s all you want, get out. I’m busy.”

Victor hissed. “Watch your fucking back, you bastard.”

“I always do. You should do the same.”

Victor turned and stomped out of the office, followed by his two guards.

Buzz closed the door and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, that man’s poison.”

Dominic nodded. “He always has been.” He slid the gun back into his drawer.

“Yeah, I remember him from school,” Buzz said.

“I have a few things to finish here, and then I’m going to head to the other lounge’s construction site to check out the progress before going back to the Macleans’.”

“What’s it like to live with them?” Jon asked.

“I haven’t interacted with any of them besides Graham and Duncan. I’ll tell you later after I talk to my sisters and Alastair.”

“He’s one scary motherfucker,” Buzz said.

“They all are, but Alastair seems to have an extra dose of power in him.”

The other men nodded.

“I’m going to be in and out for a while, so I need you to manage this lounge, Buzz. Jon, I’ll put you in charge of the other one once it’s built.”

“Holy shit, cool,” Jon said.

“Start finding people for it. I also want you both to hire extra muscle just in case there’s trouble. If you know of good men, recruit them. We need more men who know how to fight and use a gun.”

“You got it, boss,” Buzz said.

“Go on and get ready to open tonight. Jon can help you out, and you can teach him what you do,” Dominic said.

“I can do that.”

“Good. Thanks, guys. Go on so I can get some work done.”

Dominic took a few minutes to think about what needed to be done. He was going to tell Macleans about the meeting and the threat, but he was going to ask for Graham’s advice.

He sighed. He wanted to get back to Rebeka. He couldn’t understand why he missed her when he’d only been away from her for a few hours.

Fuck, this was turning into way more than he expected. On the one hand, he loved the thought of tying her to him for the rest of their lives, but on the other, he didn’t know how to go about claiming her if she didn’t want it.

He’d had girlfriends in the past, but none of them had gotten serious. He’d always thought he’d wait until he was thirty to settle down.

The universe wasn’t letting him wait. If he wanted her, he’d have to take her.