Page 12 of She Belongs to Me

My nipples were hard and my pussy throbbing.

The moment was entirely inappropriate and nothing I could control.

Taboo.

Forbidden.

I was in deeper shit than ever before.

Nico

Alexandra was fast asleep. For that, I was grateful. She hadn’t said two words on the way to the plane, obviously resenting me for stealing her away from her life. I understood I would need to follow through with my promise to contact the university. Surely, she could take her exams online.

What was I saying? They would allow that to happen. Period.

I sat on the edge of my seat, studying her intently. She’d turned into a stunning woman. Not just beautiful, but classically so with her natural golden hair and blue eyes. There was an easy way about her, as if she’d be comfortable in jeans or in a fancy dress.

My thoughts had been all over the place from hoping to find the right words to express the kind of danger she was in without completely derailing her mind. I could tell what she’d been through had rattled the girl to the core.

The rise and fall of her chest caught my eye. I was a twisted man thinking such lurid thoughts.

I was attracted to her. I’d never experienced that with the girl ever before. She’d been a cute kid, although gangly. She’d been defiant yet brilliant, talented in everything she’d attempted.

But now, I could barely take my eyes off her.

I was furious with her for going back to her condo. That had been a risky move and one that she hadn’t thought out. One of the goons could have been waiting. She’d gone over the details again, so they were fresh in my mind, no emotion involved, which meant she’d been tossed into some level of shock.

A part of me wanted to admire her for her actions, but I couldn’t move past the fact I could have lost her.

“Boss, you wanted to know when the aunt’s house was surrounded,” Enzo told me. I could tell he was standing close, enough he could easily see my pained expression. Yes, I was freaking exhausted myself, but sleep was out of the question until I got her back to my estate safely.

“Excellent work.” I finally left her alone, getting to my feet. My men were having an impromptu meeting near the back. Perhaps they’d been able to find out something that could be useful.

After making a drink, an indulgence I’d need to be careful with, I sat down near the group. “Anything new that’s worthwhile?”

Luca snorted. “You know I have several sources, right?”

“Yes, which have proven helpful over the years.” That was truthful. When we’d started selling olive oil and wine in the States, he’d found exactly the right distributor who was reliable and didn’t ask questions. Then Gio had crowded in, a business alliance I’d believed would augment our sales just where we needed it. Including with our ‘special’ shipments leaving either the Philly or New York Harbor. Finding the right stateside personnel was important in the international trading system. Not that we were bringing in a heavy volume of illegal contraband, but questions were usually asked by customs, a pushback lasting weeks if not months.

We’d had none of that.

“Well, they haven’t seen the body, but according to the buddy one of my contacts has at the morgue where the victim’s remains were taken, it would appear he was a senator.”

I almost choked. Alexandra had seen the beheading of a goddamn senator? No wonder the murderer was after her.

“What?” Now that was risky for any crime syndicate. While the Italian government was in a sense a loose representation of the American government, the differences were also pronounced. However, while syndicates had wanted to take over politics since the beginning of time, it had gotten almost impossible to do so in either country over the years.

Plus, killing someone of prominence brought the organization into the limelight. Even if law enforcement, including attorneys and judges had been bought, the murder would force the powers that be to try to enforce the law, making arrests.

“Who was it?” I asked. There wasn’t enough time in the world to pay attention to the nitty gritty of American politics, other than the upper echelon, but there should be information on the supposed victim.

Luca brought up information on his iPad, handing it to me.

“Jonathan Weber. That name sounds familiar.”

“Read the article. It’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

I expected to read that the man in his position as senator of Maryland had used his position to create a platform of eradicating crime including crime syndicates. Weren’t all politicians hopeful to be on the fast track to a higher position?