Retribution by Dana Delamar

Author:Dana Delamar [Delamar, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Organized Crime, gritty, Italy, mafia thriller, Romantic Suspense, calabrian mafia, Foreign, Romance, mob, Suspense, Romantic Thriller, steamy, Contemporary Romance, International, sexy, ndrangheta, Thriller, Italian
ISBN: 9780984931125
Amazon: 0984931120
Barnesnoble: 0984931120
Goodreads: 13664892
Publisher: Dana Delamar
Published: 2011-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Had Dario bought their story? And what had Benedetto said to Dario? Nick almost didn’t want to know. He reviewed his early morning discussion with Benedetto. Should he tell Delfina and Cris about Benedetto’s plans for their father? But would they believe him over their own flesh and blood? Delfina, maybe. Cris… it was hard to say. He seemed to trust Benedetto far more than she did. Nick had best keep Benedetto’s betrayal to himself until he had specifics to offer about the attempt on Dario’s life. Maybe then—if they believed him—they could catch Benedetto.

Dario had been gone a little more than an hour before he returned to Cris’s room. His stony gaze met Nick’s first, then shifted to Delfina. “You two come with me.” He turned and left without checking if they were following.

His pulse racing, Nick glanced at Delfina, then followed Dario out the door. Her father led them to the library and gestured for them to take the sofa. He sat on a chair directly across from them. “What is this about, Papà?” Delfina asked.

“Your future. Both of yours.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I have made a decision.”

“About what?” Nick asked.

Ignoring Nick, Dario focused on his daughter instead. “You will not be marrying Leandro.”

Relief washed over Nick. “Why not?” Delfina asked.

“Because you will be marrying someone else.”

Nick’s heartbeat ratcheted up. He tried to catch Delfina’s eye, but she wouldn’t look at him. “Who?” she asked.

Dario nodded in Nick’s direction. “What?” Nick asked, his voice sharp. “What game is this?”

“You would refuse my generous gesture? My mercy?” Dario leaned forward, picking up a heavy crystal tumbler half-full of liquor, weighing it in his hands as if he were going to throw it. The glass looked like it could leave a sizable dent in the wall—or in Nick’s head.

“Of course not. But—”

“But what, Signor Clarkston? You told the d’Imperios that you’d bedded her twice. Surely you have no objection?”

“I thought forced marriages went out with the Middle Ages.”

“I am giving you an incredible opportunity. An opportunity that no one of your station has ever been offered.”

“My station?”

“You are illegitimate. But you won’t be for long.”

Nick’s gut twisted. “Stop talking in riddles.”

With a smile, Dario sat back in the chair. “Your father will legally recognize you. You will take the Lucchesi name. But you will join my cosca. You will be an Andretti, part of this family. And you will work for me, be my eyes and ears in Interpol.”

Fuck that. “I will never take his name.” Nick wanted to punch something. “I came here to ruin him. You promised to help.”

Dario spread his hands and shrugged. “My plans have changed.”

“I refuse.”

“You’d prefer to take a ride with Flavio to the countryside?” Dario stared at him, his eyes going dead.

Delfina gripped Nick’s knee. “Don’t fight,” she whispered.

He brushed her hand aside and stood up. She was right, but he just couldn’t do it. He paced over to the far wall, sucking in air. Then he realized he had a reason for refusing that Dario couldn’t ignore.

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