I stared sightlessly out the window, trying to slow my racing heart. Being this close to a monster of a man made my skin crawl and my palms sweat. My scars tingled in memory of what he was capable of.
The car weaved through traffic as we headed toward the Strip, where the chaos would surely make us more difficult to follow, especially in a car that looked like nearly every other.
“Do we have enough of a lead?” Bruno asked the driver.
“Yes, sir.” At first I didn’t know what he meant, but then the car was pulling quickly into an underground lot, a large gate closing behind us.
I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to scream in defeat as the car pulled smoothly into a spot and the engine was cut.
“Alone at last,” Bruno purred, his hand gripping my upper thigh painfully.
“You’re disgusting,” I spat.
He grinned. “I couldn’t care less what you think. In fact,” he leaned in close, causing me to shrink back against the door, “I like it so much better when you fight me.”
I shuddered, hoping that somehow, someway Maddox would be able to find me.
The driver was soon pulling me out of the car and shoving me into a waiting SUV.
“Is everything ready?” Bruno asked.
“Sir.” The driver nodded as he once again took the driver seat and Bruno slid in beside me in the back. “The jet is being prepared now.”
The jet. Holy hell.
“Where are we going?” I asked, utter terror flooding my veins.
“Time to go home, my pet. Our true home. Vegas is done. We’re going back to Italy.”
I swallowed back the bile that rose in my throat. Maddox would never be able to find me. The mafia organization in Italy ran deep. There wouldn’t be a trace left of me once we hit Italian soil. What would happen to me? To our babies? I resisted the urge to cover my belly, not wanting Bruno to know that I was pregnant.
God only knew what he’d do. I had to try to escape. Once I stepped foot on that plane I had no chance.
“Is my uncle already there?” I asked quietly.
He scoffed. “Your uncle is a coward. He’s not in Italy. He’s in the ground. I made sure of that myself. I run this family now.”
What is left of it.The fact my uncle was dead was the only good news out of this nightmare.
We pulled back onto the Strip through another exit, the lights and celebratory atmosphere a direct contradiction to the doom inside me. My heart thudded as I waited for the car to stop before yanking on the door handle.
Locked.
I hadn’t dared try it in the sedan with his gun trained on me. Now, I had everything to lose.
Bruno chuckled, amused. “Do you think I’d be so stupid, pet? I mean really, give me some credit.”
I growled in frustration.
“You are beautiful when you’re angry,” he purred. “I’ve always thought so.”
“Because you’re a pig,” I hissed, remembering all the times he’d leered at me when I was far too young.
He leaned in close, his dark eyes devoid of emotion, of humanity. “Well, this pig is going to be between your legs until I grow tired of you.”
My stomach lost its fight then and I leaned over, vomiting all over the floor and my shoes.
The moment I was done, my head was yanked back as Bruno gripped a handful of my hair. “Do that again and I’ll reintroduce you to my knife,” he warned.