Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
It may be selfish.
It is.
But the solution is simple and when I explain it to him, he’ll see it too. One thing my father enjoys is a good bloodbath, and I intend on giving him just that. I make my way to the desk that sits against one wall in my bedroom and I fire up the computer.
I spend my time researching the Mosca clan. We have access to records that most people think are sealed, thanks to our resident hacker, Gian. He’s good with computers, and when I find the information I need, I smile. Mosca has never met me. He’s never seen me. I can become a ghost to the world. Reborn.
My father cannot deny me this.
The plan is foolproof, and I’ll be right there with Lelia. She won’t be in danger because I’ll be the one who saves her from a life of servitude. I dig into the Vitale family as well. Her father’s email is easy to hack. The imbecile doesn’t know how to use password protection.
I scroll through conversations with the Moscas, until I find the most recent one that was sent just this morning. I click on it after the subject line sets me on edge.
The Final Agreement
As I scan the message, my blood runs cold. I’m turned to ice when I realize I have to act quickly. None of these bastards know what I look like, which is my advantage. I don’t think twice about my next move.
I’m on my feet, heading out the door. I should run this by my father, but it’s going to be too late. I’m in the car and out on the road as I ponder how this could go. If I can get it right, I’ll be in the perfect position to take down one of the most violent crime families in the world. If it doesn’t, my father will be burying his son sooner than he thinks.
My phone rings in my pocket, but I ignore it. There’s no time to waste, and if it is Dad, then he’ll only want to know what I’m doing. I can’t let him know, not yet. Once I land this position, I’ll ensure the safety of the girl who’s stolen my whole fucking world from me.
She’s the enemy.
She should not be on my mind, least of all in my dirty thoughts. I should be planning to go there and murder her, but I can’t. I cannot bring myself to hurt her. Or allow anyone else to harm her.
When I pull up to the large ornate gates that have the Mosca clan symbol emblazoned on them, I come to a stop and wait for the security to reach my window.
“Ciao, che cosa vuoi?” he greets me, asking what I want. His narrowed gaze takes me in, slow and steady. I’m a stranger, and he should be wary.
“Salve, sono qui per vedere signor Mosca,” I tell him with a smile that I’m here to see his Boss, hoping it comes across as friendly.
“Qualé il tuo nome?” He asks for my name, and I have to think quickly. I didn’t consider this when I got in the car. I’m running into this without a solid plan because the girl I want, the girl who kisses like a sinful angel, has fucked with my head.
“Guzzi. Diego Guzzi. For the job of bodyguard,” I tell him, this time in English. When I saw the email Mosca sent to Aldo, I knew it was my only in. I have to land this fucking job. My father is probably going to kill me for doing this without his knowledge or agreement. But I can’t turn back now.
The security nods, then opens the gate, and I make my way into enemy territory. And I know that I’m in it for the long haul. Either I’ll leave here tonight with a job, or I’ll leave in a body bag. But one thing I know for sure is that I have to try.
When I come to a stop outside the door, one of the guards comes out to greet and lead me through the entrance into the house of the Moscas. It’s elaborate. Everything I imagined it to be.
I’m escorted through the house, into a large room that has been furnished with deep red, gold ornate furniture. The art that hangs on the walls is of those passed, the ancestors. Every inch of the room screams of overindulgence.
And then he walks in.
“Diego Guzzi.” His voice is a rasp of intrigue. I’ve heard of the Guzzi family, not part of any clan; they run on their own. It’s as if they don’t care that familia is what makes us great.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Mosca,” I tell him. I know my plan may be fucked if any of the Vitale walk in, but for Lelia, I’m taking a chance. She’s well and truly fucked me over because I want her. And I won’t stop until she’s mine.