Page 95 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
He leans down and whispers in Siena’s ear. I don’t hear the words, but her face drains of color. The fear in her beautiful features floods me with rage, and a need to protect her.
“I don’t need to do shit,” he snarls, then looks down at Veronica. Veronica crawls to the other side of the bed, her knees pulled to her chest. It’s clear that Rocco has done things to her. She looks even more terrified than Siena, even without the gun pointing at her. “What the fuck was that? I told you to act natural. Not tell them everything.”
“It’s over, it’s over,” Veronica mumbles in the corner.
“Far from it. I’ve got the Prince of the Bianchi Family as a hostage.”
“How’d you figure that?” I growl.
He presses the gun against Siena’s head harder. The movement loosens her hairdo, strands falling loose. “Because you care about this girl, or did you forget about all our heart to hearts?”
“Who thefuckare you?” I take a step forward, then stop when he glares at me, his finger on the trigger.
“I’m a man who is going to take what he’s owed.”
“Your plan failed. Your sabotage failed.”
“I’m more than a consigliere. I’m better than that.”
“I get it, Rocco. You thought you could tarnish my father’s reputation. You had a plan… but listen.It’s done.”
“Plan A is done, sure,” he sneers.
“Plan A was sabotaging the event every chance you got. And what about the rocks, you bastard? At the photoshoot.”
He grins, then shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Easy enough to loosen a few of them during the break, sure. Either your mommy and daddy fell off the ridge, or they stumbled and looked like jackasses. Win, win.”
But Siena saved my mother. Just like I’m going to save her.
“Let’s walk it through from here, then,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to think. How can I get to Siena without him shooting her?
When he jumped into the water, did he keep the gun above the waterline? Perhaps it’s waterlogged and it’ll jam, but I can’t bet Siena’s life on that chance. If I’m wrong…
There’s roughly five feet between us. Too far. Plenty of time for him to pull the trigger.
Fuck.
“I can see the cogs whirring in your head,” Rocco says, chuckling. “You can’t accept you’re beat.”
“Answer my question. What do you think happens next?” A pause. “You don’t have a plan.”
“All I know is, I’m better off with you as a hostage than without.”
“Then take me. You don’t need Siena. We’ll swap places. Siena will do what you say if you’ve got a gun pointed at me.”
“Is that so?” He gives Siena a shake.
“Yuh-yes,” she stutters.
“And why’s that?”
“You suh-said he cared about muh-me.” She bites down, seeming annoyed at herself for the stuttering. “I care about him too.”
“How sweet.” Rocco shakes his head. “I’d be a fool to risk that. You need to sit down on the other side of the room, Dario.”
“If you pull that trigger, there will be ten men here in a minute flat.”
“Excellent. They can help scoop sweet Siena’s brains off the floor.”
