Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

A dark brown brow shot up. "No?" We stared at each other, and I tried to see inside his head, to figure out if he was bluffing. I couldn't tell. The man was too good at concealing his thoughts. But even if he promised not to hurt Emma and Gia, he might kill Papà. "What does your wife think of you kidnapping a woman to marry your son?"
"My wife died many years ago." A lump settled in my stomach. Had he killed her? Or had she been killed by a rival family? The mafia was violent and cruel, which was why my mother tried to protect us from it. "I'm sorry," I murmured.
Avoiding my eye, he pushed to his feet and straightened his cuffs. "It was a long time ago. Dimitri is my only son, which is why he will have the best wife, the daughter of the famous Sophia Romano Mancini. A woman to make all other men envious."
"And if I won't marry him?"
"Do not make me answer that, Valentina ." He strode to the door. "Two hours before we land, You should sleep." He had a lot to learn about kidnapping if he thought I could possibly sleep right now. "I need a bathroom and my satchel."
"Through there," he pointed to a small door in the rear of the bedroom. "I'll have the hostess bring in a tray. I'm sure you are hungry." I wasn't about to thank him, so I repeated, "And my satchel."
"You won't have your things returned until I find you cooperative." I glared at him and tried to burn holes in his skin with my eyes. "There are people who will be worried about me. I need to somehow let them know I'm okay."
"Do you mean David?" he sneered, sending a bolt of cold fear through me. "He's not worried, Valentina . You no longer matter to him."
"Oh, my God. Did you kill him?" He had the gall to look down his nose at me. "You watch too much American television. He is alive and well for now but you will not see him again." At the door, he paused and pinned me with a dark stare that
scared me down to my toes. There was no feeling there, no sympathy.
Just a man always used to getting his way. "Oh, and do not bother looking for a weapon. I made certain you won't find one." I waited until he disappeared before ignoring his advice. I jumped off the bed and started searching. There had to be something in the bedroom or bathroom to defend myself with once we landed.
Papà had reluctantly let us take self-defence classes, and the instructor said many ordinary objects could be used as a weapon. The bathroom yielded nothing. The medicine cabinet was empty and the shower contained only plastic bottles. I quickly used the facilities and washed my face, then found that a tray was waiting for me on the bed in the other room.
I dug in, knowing a hunger strike would only weaken me, and I had to keep up my strength to fight when we landed. I hardly tasted the food, though, my haste and fear overriding everything else at the moment. Unfortunately, the silverware was plastic, as was the wine glass and water bottle.
I kept looking. The desk contained nothing but blank paper, while the nightstand just had condoms. Extra large, naturally. Disgusted, I slammed the drawer shut and then dropped down to check under the bed. Tucked into the carpet along the wall, I spotted it. A pen. I snatched it up and slipped it into the pocket of my jeans.
As a weapon, it wasn't much but I just had to wait for the right opportunity to use it.
Rafael's POV
I heard the bedroom door open and my body went on alert. I didn't want to admit it, but I had been listening for any sound of her back there. Eager, like a schoolboy. I shook my head, disgusted with myself. Even if I weren't too old for her, she was engaged to my son. I needed to pull my head out of my ass.
All my men turned to watch as she picked her way to an empty seat, her tits bouncing with each step. Long legs and shapely hips, with waves of blond hair that reached down her back, and a face that could make angels weep. Dio, she was hot.
When I looked away, I found Marco smirking at me. Had he read me so easily? When my father died and I became capobastone ten years ago, I appointed my cousin my right-hand. In fact, there was no one I trusted more. We'd grown up together, killed together, and risen through the 'ndrina ranks together.
But that didn't mean he had the right to smirk at me. "You have something to say to your capo?" I asked him. He didn't appear chastised in the least. "Are you going to shoot me if I say it?"
"Probably, once we are on the ground." Marco held up his hands and remained silent. I went back to my phone, to the emails and notes I was reviewing. These were for the legal businesses, the ones I used as a public front for my family's wealth. My cousin, Toni, handled most of the Ravazzani corporation for me, but I kept involved. After all, I had to provide answers if the Guardia di Finanza paid me a visit.