Page 19 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

A realization hits me at his words. What would I give up for Emmy? It might make me weak, but I think I'd burn the entire fucking city to the ground to save her. What Marco doesn't know, though, is that I have zero plans to give either up. I'm going to stay the Boss, and I'm going to get my woman.

He has no idea who he's fucked with.

"Why don’t you ask me yourself, Marco?" I growl, stepping forward.

He spins, eyes widening when he sees me. He swings his gun up, but I'm faster. I fire twice, hitting him in the shoulder. He screams, falling back, dropping his gun as he clutches at the wound.

"Fuck! You shot me, you bastard!"

I stalk toward him. "That's the least of what you deserve, you fucking traitor."

"You'll never be a good boss like Enzo was. You're too soft, Alessandro," he spits. "He should have chosen me."

"You betrayed him. You killed him." My voice is cold. I've never felt such fury, but I keep it tightly reined in. "And now you're going to pay the price."

"You won't kill me," Marco sneers. "You don't have the guts. You never did."

"I'm not going to kill you." I reach him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him close. "I'm going to do something far worse."

His eyes widen, and then I slam my fist into his face, over and over again. I keep hitting him until my knuckles are bloody and he's barely conscious. When I finally release him, he slumps to the floor, groaning.

I turn my attention to Emilia, pulling the gag from her mouth and carefully removing her binds. She falls against me as soon as she's free, clinging to me like I'm her lifeline.

"I thought he was going to kill you," she whispers, voice hoarse.

"Never," I tell her, holding her tight. "I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again, Emilia. I promise."

I kiss her forehead gently, giving the signal for Lorenzo's team to move in. There's no doubt that Marco probably has some lackeys of his own hiding out, and I need my men to take care of them. "Let's get you home."

I carry her out of the warehouse and into the night. Once inside the car, I only hesitate long enough to text Lorenzo.

“Deal with Marco. Finish the job, and make sure he's never found.”

8

EMMY

Ifeel like I've been run over by a train, my head pounding and my wrists sore, but now that I'm in Alessandro's arms, I know that everything will be okay.

He tucks me into the passenger seat of his car, then sinks to the ground next to me, taking each hand into his and looking over the abrasions from the ropes one by one. Then he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning my face side to side, frowning at the blood on the right side of my face.

"Where else are you hurt?"

His voice is low and gruff, and I can see the rage simmering beneath the surface of his calm expression. He's barely holding onto his control, and I can't help but shiver. He's never been sexier than he is right now, protecting me, ready to destroy anyone who stands in his way.

"My head hurts," I admit, tears threatening to fall from my eyes, "and my wrists. But I'm okay."

He looks at me for a long moment, rises, and opens the driver's side door. "I'm taking you back to my apartment. I'll call the doctor we have on payroll, but you aren't leaving my fucking sight tonight, Emilia. Understand?"

I nod, knowing better than to argue with him when he's this wound up. The drive back to his place is short, but it feels like an eternity. He carries me up to the apartment, and I'm too tired to protest. By the time he lays me on his bed, I feel like I could sleep for a week.

"Don't leave me,” I plead when he stands, the idea of being alone in the dark suddenly overwhelming.

Alessandro pauses in the doorway, his hand on the light switch. "Never. I'm just going to let the doctor in.”

The doctor arrives within minutes, and after confirming that I’m not concussed and don’t need stitches, Sandro is visibly less tense. I drift off as he steps into the hall, lulled by the sound of his voice talking with the doctor.

The next thing I know, a pair of gentle hands lifts me up, and I force my eyes open to see Alessandro carrying me to the bathroom. He sets me on the counter and turns on the shower. When the water is warm enough, he helps me undress, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

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