Page 20 of Dark Mafia Heir

She looks back as she runs, and her green eyes widen at how close I am to catching up with her. She runs faster, but she’s no match for me as I grab her wrist from behind and pull her towards myself.

“Let go off me!” she screams, trying to fight me off.

I tighten my grip on her. “All that screaming and running won’t save you from me,gattina. Save your strength.”

She tries to jab her fingers into my eyes again, but I’m faster this time, evading her attack. But the sharp pain that jolts down my arm proves she’s smarter than I thought, because fucking bit me hard enough for me to bleed.

Anger flares through me. I’ve had enough of her drama. Holding her two hands together, I throw her over my shoulder and start for the mansion.

She screams, biting and scratching as she hits my back. All of that is for nothing. I’ve had bullets pierce through me. Her punches are barely enough to inflict any serious injuries on me.

I toss her on the floor in front of Luca and she scrambles up to her feet. She’s glaring at me with so much hate.

“Take her inside,” I order.

Luca nods. He reaches for her arm, but she shrugs away from his touch. “Why me? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” I reply, tilting my head. “You’re paying for your father’s crime.”

“What did he do so bad that I have to pay the price?” Her voice trembles. “You could have taken or killed him if you wanted. Why me?”

An image of Dante's lifeless body flashes before my eyes. The bullet wound to his chest and head, his lifeless eyes. A new wave of rage fills me.

I wrap my hand around Vivienne’s neck, pouring all the hatred I feel for Peter on her. “Someone very important to me died because of your father.” My voice is colder and harsher than I intend, but I don’t care. I want her to feel whatever rage and fear Dante felt in his final moments. “I lost money because of him, too. You’ll never be free from me until your papa pays for everything he’s done.”

Tears roll down her cheeks, but she laughs sardonically. “You’re a fool, Antonio. My papa will not risk his life to save me. You’ll never get what you’re looking for.”

I lean into her, bringing my lips to her ear. “You better pray he does, or you’ll never leave this place alive.”

She tenses. “Kill me now.”

I pull away and smile at her. “There’s no need to rush it; you’ll die if I don’t get what I need. For now, I’ll have to settle with marrying you.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. “Marry me? What does that mean?”

I snort in derision. The look she’s giving me makes it seem she would rather marry Enzo than me. It fuels my rage even more. “You’ll be my wife soon enough,gattina.” I push a lock of red hair from her face. “And don’t even try to run. You’ll be shot dead before you even make it to that gate.”

She spits at my foot, her eyes burning with hate and defiance. “I’ll never marry you. I’d rather hang from a tree than marry you.”

A lopsided grin forms on my face. “We’ll see about that.”

“Animal,” she barks. “You’re a fucking pig. I hope you die. I hate you.”

“You’ll soon have a valid reason for all of those negative emotions, darling.” I nod to Luca, and he starts to drag her away, towards the main building.

Vivienne doesn’t fight him, but she keeps raining curses at me.

She’s a fierce one. I’m amazed by how she managed to stand her ground despite the obvious fear in her eyes and despite knowing I could easily kill her if I wanted. She makes me want to taunt her more.

“We both know you won’t kill that girl,” Lorenzo says, stepping beside me.

I smirk. “I won’t kill her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t break her if I need to.”

“What if Peter retaliates before we have the chance to get what we need from him?” he asks. “She’s his daughter. He won’t just sit back.”

“I know.” I shove my hands inside the pocket of my slacks and lean against the car. “I have to marry her as soon as possible so we can focus on finding out who is behind Dante’s death.”

Lorenzo narrows his eyes on me. “Are you marrying her to get back at Peter, or just because you want to own her?” He gives me a more serious look. “You like that girl, don’t you?”

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