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I press on the file;it loads for a couple of seconds before opening. Reading through it, my eyes ache from going over the same paragraph repeatedly.Somethingdoesn’t feel right. I don’t know what, but I have a feeling in my gut and my gut is never wrong.

I wait for the seatbelt sign to turn off before I get up and grab her arm, tugging a bit. She gets the hint and tugs out of my grip to unbuckle her seat belt.

I’m grabbing her arm again after she’s done unbuckling and heading toward the back of the jet, where a room is located. Dragging her in, I slam the door behind us and hold her against it.

“Behave yourself and act like a dignified human and I won’t have to tie you up. There’s two hours left of this flight. You’re going to stay in here and behave yourself like a good girl,” I tell her. She juts her chin out and crosses her arms across her chest while narrowing her honey eyes.

“Or what?” she challenges me.

I close my eyes and take a lungful of air in, counting to five in my head.

“Or, when we get to the place we’re heading, I’ll hang you upside down by your pretty little feet and let you dangle like that till you learn some manners.”

Her face turns red again, but this time with anger.

“Manners, yeah, because I’m the one who needs to learn fucking manners. You kidnapped me, asshole.Youneed to learn some manners.” She emphasizes her point by driving one finger into my chest. A strand of hair falls over her forehead, and I reach and push it behind her ear like it’s a natural reflex. My eyes widen and so do hers. Shaking it off, I grab her hand and move her out of the way, shutting the door behind me and locking it to get some peace of mind. She bangs on the door once, but then stops.

Romiro gives me a smirk, but I shake my head at him and continue toward the mini bar to grab a tumbler of whiskey, then drink it in one go. I can already see a lot of drinking in my future if I’m going to deal with that brat from hell. With a deep breath, I go back to my seat next to Romiro.

“Is the cargo ship arriving tomorrow morning at the Agnes?” I ask, Romiro turns to me and nods before elaborating.

“Yes, but there’s talk about the Vipers attacking.”

“From whom?” My lips curl.

“Dmitri Orlov.”

That has me cracking my knuckles.

“The shipment will arrive as scheduled. If the fucking MC want to try anything, then they can, but they won’t be alive by the end of the week,” I reply. Romiro looks behind at the door, where I locked Valentina, and then looks back at me.

“She’s going to be a handful, I suppose.” He’s treading on thin ice and knows it.

“Did you call Matteo?” I change the subject.

“He’s not picking up,” he answers after drinking the rest of his bourbon. I pull out my phone and call Matteo myself.

“Get Boris to roughen her up. I want Moretti to feel like there’s a fire under his ass when he sees the live feed of his precious, sheltered daughter being treated like the garbage that he should be treated like,” I tell Romiro, who nods at me. My gut clenches and something akin to guilt swirls in my gut.She’s innocent.

But she’s her Dad’s daughter, and her Dad is certainly not innocent.

CHAPTER 4

VALENTINA

It’s been an hour and a half since that psycho bastard locked me up in the back room of the jet. The only reason I know how long it’s been is because there’s an alarm clock on the bedside table.

I feel weak, so I decide to sit on the edge of the bed, my nervousness only adding to the effects of whatever he used to get me to pass out. How could I be so fucking stupid to go to the ladies’ room without a guard? Unshed tears sting my eyes. I feel nauseous as I wonder what they’re going to do to me. Did my parents find out I’m missing? Did anyone notice I’m gone?

The door opens, and my captor walks in. “Come on, you need to be in your seat. We’re landing in twenty minutes.”

I think of a way to piss him off, but decide against it. After all, he's the Capo of the Camorra. So, I get up slowly and walk toward the door, but he stops me by grabbing my upper arm. His hand is so big that it wraps around my upper arm fully and overlaps his thumb. When I look up at him, I see him glaring down at me.

“Are you going to behave yourself this time?” he asks, lifting a perfect black brow at me. I nod, refusing to speak to this brute. That seems to appease him. My eyes trail over his body, my throat drying as I take in the ink across his forearms, all the way into his rolled up black dress shirt. When my eyes make their way back up to his, I find him already looking at me. He gives me a heated stare before he turns around and opens the door, then gestures for me to walk ahead of him.

This time, he goes and sits back where his original seat was, next to Romiro—if I’d heard his name right—who is watching both of us right now as if we’re on some sitcom show he enjoys in his spare time. His neck is craned in our direction, and I flash him a fake smile, which he returns, his more predatory than fake. It drops off his face as soon as it had appeared when his eyes move back to the brute next to him. Something must pass between them because he doesn’t turn back around and stares ahead. I continue my way to the front of the plane, to my seat. To my surprise, Romiro gets up once I sit in my seat and heads toward me.

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