My Mafia Madness 12

NOTE: This is book 12 in the “My Mafia Madness” Series. Please make sure you read books 1 - 11 before beginning this one.

The search had begun and luckily, Dante’s tracker was working perfectly well enough that they were able to trace his exact location, down to a precise address.

It seemed that Matteo’s hidden lair was now no longer a secret.

It was time for Dante’s team to launch their attack.

Leading the team was the man with the most experience, Alexa’s Grandfather, Liam Levine.

Having come over to New York City after hearing about what had happened to Alexa and Alessandro, Liam, Amelia, Parker and Aaron were not the sort of people who forgave easily.

Especially when it came to family.

They too would ensure that Matteo paid for his crimes, one way or another.

Going over the plan one final time as a group, it was then decided that there would be three teams for this to work.

Each team had a leader and would complete separate tasks.

Loading up the SUV’s and cars, everyone was finally ready to get a move on.

With Liam’s SUV out leading the convoy, the cars began pulling out from the mansion’s entrance one by one, as others were filled with countless henchmen fit to fight an army.

And that’s exactly what they were about to do.

Still locked in her room within Matteo’s secret hideout, Alexa had just finished showering and was now dressed in a blue knee length sun dress with a black bra and matching underwear.

She found it strange that there were new clothes in the room for her to wear, but who was she to complain.

Her old clothes had begun to smell by now and she needed a new change.

And strangely enough, the dress fit her perfectly.

In any other situation, she might even be thankful or happy.

As she was standing in the ensuite brushing her hair in the mirror there was a knock at the bedroom door which alerted her to glance towards it.

She placed the brush down and exited the ensuite, turning off the light.

“Hello?” she called out.

The door then opened and in came the Russian Viktor with his usual stern expression upon his face.

He looked across the room at her and spoke.

“Mrs Romano, it’s time.” he announced.

“Please come with me.”

Alexa hesitated at first.

She didn’t want to go anywhere with this guy, but she had little choice in the matter in all truth.

Inhaling a deep breath to try and calm herself, she gave a nod and then began following along as he then turned and exited the bedroom.

Stepping out into the hallway there were four henchmen there waiting for her and she immediately panicked.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

But just as she did, two of them launched themselves straight at her, grabbing her by the arms and holding her as she tried struggling to free herself.

“No, what are you doing? Let go of me.” she demanded.

“I can walk, you know!”

“This is just a precaution, Mrs. Romano.” Viktor proclaimed.

“Bring her.”

With that the entire group then followed along after Viktor as he led them down along the hallway.

Alexa was then dragged into a much larger sized room with large black drapes and several pieces of older looking furniture in it.

A desk, several bookshelves and a cupboard taller than her.

She scanned the room as the two henchmen held her in place and that’s when she noticed Matteo entering the room from another entrance on the opposite side of the room.

He held a massive grin as he marched in proudly.

Alexa had no idea of what was happening here, but she knew whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

“Princesspa, it’s good to see you.” Matteo greeted her warmly as he stopped before her, looking her directly in the eye.

“Looking beautiful as ever. And I see you fit the clothes I had brought in for you. Good.”

“What do you want, Matteo?” she queried.

“Why have you brought me here?”

“Like I said, I wanted to reunite you with your adoring husband one last time.” Matteo explained.

Alexa’s face fell upon hearing this, just as movement caught her eye at the opposite entrance, and in came two large henchmen, both dragging Dante along by his upper arms.

Dante’s hands were cuffed behind his back, and he had been gagged.

He looked battered and bruised, with cuts and bruises covering his visible skin all over and was wearing his torn open white dress shirt and long black pants, each stained with his blood.

His shoes had also been removed, rendering him bare foot.

The very sight of it had Alexa in an immediate panic.

“Dante!” she cried out, attempting to run towards him but held back by the henchmen restraining her on either side.

“Let go of me. Dante! Dante!”

Dante, upon hearing Alexa’s voice lifted his head up and met eyes with her from where he was being held at the other side of the room.

He was then forced down onto his knees with a pained and muffled grunt as one of the henchmen kicked him in the legs.

“Stop, please! Don’t hurt him!” Alexa snapped.

“That all depends on you.” Matteo interrupted with a strangely calm tone to his voice.

Alexa frowned in confusion as she turned to glance at Matteo in question.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Matteo smirked as he turned and glanced across the room at his older brother, now kneeling down on the floor and with eight henchmen currently standing around him, just in case.

Matteo wasn’t leaving any room for errors right now.

He knew just how dangerous his older brother was and would act accordingly.

“Like I said, it all depends on how you act, Alexa.” Matteo reiterated.

“It’s simple. Do as I say and without question and your husband might not have to suffer as much. But refuse my instructions or defy me in any way, and you’ll be forced to watch him being tortured by my men.”

Alexa furrowed her brows in concern.

“Oh, I almost forgot…” Matteo spoke with a smirk.

“Bring him in.”

Another henchman entered the room carrying baby Alessandro bundled in his arms and as soon as Alexa saw her son, she cried out for him.

“Alessandro! Please, give me my son.”

The henchman crossed the length of the room and then handed the child over to Matteo who smiled down at the sleeping infant.

“No, Matteo please...” she begged.

Dante struggled angrily after seeing his son in Matteo’s despicable arms but a simple punch to the stomach from one of the surrounding henchmen subdued the Don.

“What the hell do you want?” Alexa found herself demanding out of anger as she glared directly at Matteo.

Matteo then turned and handed baby Alessandro over to Viktor who stepped forward and received the child in his arms.

“What do I want?” Matteo mused, as if thinking to himself.

“Bring Dante forward, I want him to have a front row seat for what’s about to happen.”

Two of the henchmen surrounding Dante then reached down and forced him up onto his feet, dragging him across the room to where he was once again forced to kneel down.

This time much closer to where Matteo and Alexa now stood.

Alexa stared down at him with obvious concern evident in her expression as she worried for what Matteo had planned for them.

Now with Dante in a prime position, the younger Don then began advancing upon Alexa as she was held in place by her own henchmen.

He then gave a command so ridiculous that it had both Dante and Alexa reeling with disbelief.

“Baciami, princesspa.” (Kiss me, princess.) he commanded her in Italian.

And of course, Alexa could understand him perfectly, now having understood how to speak Italian, but she couldn’t believe what he had just said to her.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked innocently.

“Mi hai sentito... baciami, a meno che tu non voglia vedere Dante soffrire.” (You heard me. Kiss me, unless you want to see Dante suffer.) Matteo continued speaking in Italian for some unknown reason.

Dante shook his head from side to side, showing that he was highly opposed to the idea as he looked directly at Alexa.

“Sei malato.” (You’re sick.) Alexa continued their conversation in Italian.

“Ultima possibilità. Un bacio, è tutto ciò che chiedo.” (Last chance. One kiss, that’s all I’m asking for.) Matteo proclaimed.

Turning her head to glance at Dante she didn’t know what to do.

She couldn’t risk them hurting Dante in any way, but she had no intention of going through with kissing Matteo either.

“Non guardare lui, guarda me.” (Don’t look at him, look at me.) Matteo insisted.

Alexa was panicked now as she pulled her arms out of the henchmen's grasp and thtook a shaky step forward, closing the space between them.

After all, it was just one kiss, right?

She could get it over with and then Dante would be safe.

Right?

Swallowing down her nerves she leaned in, closed her eyes and gave him a soft peck on the lips before immediately recoiling from him in disgust.

Furious at Matteo, Dante tried to get up but was forced back down onto his knees.

But Matteo was far from impressed by her gesture.

“What was that?” he asked in English now.

“I said I wanted a kiss. Is it really so fucking hard?”

Alexa glared back at him defiantly as she spoke, “I just did!”

And that was the final straw for Matteo.

Without warning he suddenly reached into his suit jacket, pulled out his gun, aimed it directly at Dante’s left leg and fired off a shot!

'BANG!'