Don't You See?: A Mafia Instalove Romance by M.K. Moore

Don't You See?: A Mafia Instalove Romance by M.K. Moore

Author:M.K. Moore [Moore, M.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flirty Filth Publishing
Published: 2020-06-04T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Five

Fabrizio

It’s been a month and I haven’t seen hide nor hair from her, nor did the Santucci’s respond to the ransom payment. Oh, those dicks took it, but did not return her. I pray every day that I find her. I’ve searched every fucking commercial building in the Bronx and I am about to start searching residences. I am at the end of my tether. My patience is long gone and I just as I am about to head out to search today, the phone rings. My father answers the phone and immediately starts shouting. I can only hear one side of the conversation, but it isn’t making much sense.

“Fuck off,” he says hanging off.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Santucci. Your girl shot his right-hand man in the leg and escaped with an old man.”

“An old man?” I ask, confused. “When was this?”

“About twenty minutes ago.”

Without another word, I grab my keys and head out to find her. I make the assumption that she’s headed home, but when I reach the end of our driveway, I find her walking up it with an old man. Stopping the car, I get out and meet her. Without a word, I kiss her like I wanted to do in France. Her lips yield to mine and I growl, deepening the kiss. A month of frustration and panic is behind this kiss and it shows in my intensity. Kissing her is everything I thought it’d be and more. Fuck, I should have taken her all those months ago just to keep her safe.

“Wow,” she whispers when we finally break apart.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I had every intention of rescuing you,” I whisper in her ear. She leans her head back and laughs. God, how I’ve missed that laugh.

“I rescued myself, Fabrizio, but thanks for the sentiment,” she says, trying to catch her breath.

“An independent woman. I like that. Who’s this?” I stare at her, running my hands up and down her arms.

“This is Marco. He helped me. Kept me safe. He’s with us now.”

“Nice to meet you, Marco,” I say shaking his hand around her back.

“You too, Mr. Vitali. Where should I go? I am sure you two have some catching up to do,” Marco says.

“That we do. Go to the back door and tell Frank I said to fix you up,” I say without taking my eyes off of my girl. He continues up the driveway and I am alone with Fawn. My Fawn. I had seriously thought that I’d never see her again, but here she is, standing mere inches from me and I there’s no way I can keep my hands off of her.

“I am going to kill every last Santucci if it’s the last thing I do,” she says, surprising me.

“I will take care of that, baby.”

“Promise me, right now, Zio. Junior is mine. When the time comes, whether it’s tomorrow or forty years from now, Junior is mine.”

“Deal, baby, deal.” I tell her. I never would have thought that her being a badass would be so fucking hot, but it is.



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