Julien

Mafia Men Book Two: DAMIANO

She's his possession...

Carina

I signed my life away six years ago to my mortal enemy to save my family. Now it's time for him to collect.
I hate him.
He says I'm his possession. His plaything. His toy.
He's evil.
He's arrogant.
He's cruel.
Yet I see something beneath the surface that I can't deny. There's something about Damiano Moretti and I have more than enough time to figure it out.

Damiano

I hated watching her sign her life away to me. She was only fourteen. I was only seventeen. Yet, I can't deny that a part of me is excited about owning the little mafia darling.
She's strong willed and full of fire.
My father wants me to break her. Make her submit.
I couldn't dream of dousing her flames but I must.
Because both our lives are on the line and even though she hates me, I crave her like a drug and I'll do everything to protect what's mine.
And Carina Bianchi belongs to me.

Sneak Peek:

Damiano

I watched her from across the table.

Carina Bianchi.

Little Darling.

Her slender hands shook as she held the pen that would sign her life away in a vise like grip. Her knuckles were turning white and for a moment, I thought the fountain pen would snap in half and spray ink all over the contract.

Carina bit down on her lower lip, I assumed to stop it from trembling, and stared down at her lap.

"Firma." Sign it. My father barks without a hint of pity as his blue eyes narrow at her. He smirks. I hate that we share the same color eyes. I hate a lot of things, me being a seventeen year old and the sole heir to the Moretti family business is at the top of the list as I watch the broken down faces of the once powerful Bianchis. Carina's father, Santoro Bianchi can do nothing but stare down at his dress pants as his only daughter has no choice but to sign her life away at the age of fourteen. Utterly defeated.

Fucking coward.

The only reason this is happening is because he foolishly started a war he couldn't win. My father, Vitale Moretti owned half of Italy and all because of a deal gone wrong Santoro Bianchi retaliated. We've been equally as powerful and equal enemies for as long as I can remember but Santoro made one mistake.

He thought he could beat Vitale.

My father was ruthless. He dealt in dirty money and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed killing and by the look on his face, he reveled in Carina's pain.

Carina's soft green eyes made a quiet plea to her father and he looked away. The bastard fucking looked away. I grit my teeth together. This didn't have to happen. Santoro could've laid his own life down instead of offering up his virgin daughter. And he has the nerve to avoid her tormented gaze as he stares down at his pudgy lap. Her wide eyes well up with tears that she wouldn't allow fall as she once again stared down at the white sundress covering her thighs.

"We don't have all day." My father was clearly frustrated. I wanted to tell him to give her a break but I stayed silent. Maybe I was the coward here.

I expected her to cry and plead but when she looked back up, her emerald eyes shone with fury and her auburn hair was blazing.

Men cower and tremble in my father's presence.

Carina didn't shy away.

She locked her angry gaze on his face.

"Sign, Carina." Her father's broken voice whispered.

She looked down at the page and signed her name in curvy letters on the dotted line, locking her angry eyes onto my father the whole time.

Carina Rose Bianchi

She slid the paper in front of me and stared into my eyes. She was only fourteen but she was still beautiful and with her eyes blazing at me from across the table I couldn't help but admire her strength. If it was Carina who ran the family, maybe things would be different. Maybe we wouldn't be here today.

Carina slammed the pen down on the table, never looking away from me. I briefly looked up at my father. I had no choice, I couldn't refuse. So I signed.

Damiano Alessio Moretti.

My father grinned in triumph. The Bianchis were no longer a threat, they had been wiped out and told to stand down and my father had the perfect way to ensure of the Bianchi's cooperation.

It was official then. Decided. Final.

As of today, Carina Rose Bianchi will now belong to me, Damiano Alessio Moretti on the day of her twentieth birthday and up until then she will be sent to a convent of my father's choosing to maintain her purity.

My family owned her. She was a trophy, a reminder that you don't fuck with the Morettis, and usually I wouldn't give a shit but when I looked into her fierce green eyes, I knew this was wrong. I was angry at my father for devising such a contract but I was even more angry at Santoro who simply let it happen.

And the way she stared at me. It was a penetrating icy stare that would scare any man. Carina wasn't broken down and haunted, no, she was furious and determined. She refused to break eye contact as she stared me down. I couldn't help but admire her. Even in her agony she was beautiful with a heart shaped face and a button nose. Her eyes were speckled with gold and her lips were plump and pink. I hated myself because in that moment, I was beyond excited to own her.

I mean, how completely fucked up is it to not only own another person, but to be looking forward to it? I pushed the thoughts out of my head as she continued to stare at me. My father turned away to speak to some of his men about Carina's transport and what she did next shocked me.

Her pretty pink lips mouthed the word "vaffanculo" in Italian.

Go fuck yourself.

Before I could respond, the men that my father was talking to grabbed her shoulders and lifted her out of her seat. She didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to her family as she was hauled out the door.

"Get out of my sight." Vitale practically growled to the rest of the Bianchis who then filed out of the little room like their lives depended on it and it did. Carina's mother, father, and a few cousins and uncles were all that remained of the once great family.

When they were gone, he turned to me with a cold smirk that I will never forget. "See? That's how it's done, Damiano. You fuck with us and you lose. That's how it is and that's how it always will be."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. What could I possibly say? He was right. Santoro shouldn't have risked his family and now his daughter had to pay the price for his fuckups.

Something dark flashed in his eyes. "She's a virgin, son. See? They lost, we won and now... now you get to reap the rewards." He grinned and it chilled me to the bone. "Or should I say, reward?"

"Yeah."

He slapped his hand on my shoulder and laughed. "Just don't get too distracted. You have six years to wait and you need to stay focused."

He was right. I couldn't let little virgin Carina drive me into the ground. I had to move on. This was something that I had years to deal with and years to figure out. It didn't need to be handled right now.

I nodded.

COMING SOON!