Who the hell do you think you are? What gives you the right to hold me?”
He let out a foolish chuckle. “I’m about to become the Don of the Falcone family. Don’t question my position.”
“Once I get you back, you’ll eventually give in and hand him over.”
The commotion drew a crowd.
“Sir! Sir, please stop!”
The executives waiting outside stood up, their faces etched with fear.
“You can’t take her! You have no idea what you’re doing!”
Lucia rushed in front of Vito, trying to block his path.
“This is the Principessa of the Romano family.”
“Get out of my way!” Vito kicked her aside. “All of you, get lost!”
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“I won’t be fooled by anyone’s lies! These are all things Alessia told you to say!”
“Vito, you idiot!” I roared from his shoulder. “Put me down! You have no idea who you’re messing with!”
Employees from the entire floor poured out, their eyes wide with terror.
“My God, that’s the Romano heir! We don’t even dare breathe too loud around her. If you want to live, you’ll let her go right now.”
Vito let out a mocking laugh, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the
world.
“What heir? Are you all insane? She’s my wife! She belongs with me!”
I bit and scratched at him, but he seemed to feel no pain.
Everyone knew who I was.
Everyone knew what the name Romano meant.
But Vito completely ignored their warnings.
In his eyes, it was all an elaborate hoax I had orchestrated.
“Vito, they’re telling the absolute truth! My father is the Don of the Romano family, the absolute ruler of this business empire! If he finds out you dared to touch me, your life is over!”
Vito’s laughter grew more manic as he tried to soothe me with a gentle tone.
“Alessia, what nonsense are you talking about? I know all about your background. Once we get back to the family and bring our baby boy home, we can have the perfect family life. I’ll give you all my affection, I swear I’ll never let my wife get hurt again.”
I stopped struggling.
I had no other choice. I gripped my assistant’s arm tightly.
“Notify my father, Immediately.”
Soon he would know the truth.
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Soon he would realize the magnitude of his mistake.
Vito carried me all the way to the lobby, whispering sweet nothings in my ear the
entire time.
I felt sick to my stomach. I closed my eyes, refusing to engage with him.
He carried me into an elevator.
It descended slowly.
My father was in his office, floors above us.
Don Salvatore Romano, the emperor of the underworld.
And this foolish man had dared to kidnap his daughter on his own turf.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened.
Vito carried me toward the grand lobby.
Just then, the doors of another elevator opened.
It was the private elevator to the top floor.
A tall, imposing figure stepped out.
My father.
Don Romano was dressed in a black suit, his silver hair impeccably styled.
He was flanked by six bodyguards, each a combat–hardened veteran.
When my father saw Vito carrying me, the temperature in the lobby dropped by twenty degrees.
His aura of authority washed over the room like a tidal wave.
This was the presence of a true Don.
“Put. My. Daughter. Down.” My father’s voice was low, a rumble of distant thunder promising a storm.
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Vito finally stopped.
He turned slowly to face the stranger.
“Who are you?”
“I am Salvatore Romano,” my father said, stepping toward us. “And you are kidnapping my only daughter.”
The color began to drain from Vito’s face.
Even a man like him had heard the name Romano.
But he still refused to believe it.
“Impossible… this is just another one of Alessia’s.”
Before he could finish his sentence, my father’s men swarmed him. was all it took to wrestle him to the marble floor.
I was finally back on my own two feet.
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My father’s fist connected with Vito’s jaw. The sound was a sickening crack. A tooth. arced through the air, and blood spattered the white marble.
“You dare touch my daughter?” My father’s eyes burned with a murderous light.” Vito Falcone. I haven’t even settled the score for my grandson, and you have the audacity to deliver yourself to my door?”
My father’s rage had reached its peak. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“Cut off all support to the Falcone family. Immediately.”
“Financial credit, shipping lines, political protection. All of it. Severed.”
“Do it now.”
Vito, still dazed on the floor from the punch, finally processed the words.
He realized who he was facing.
“You… you’re really Alessia’s father?”
