His Queen

CHAPTER EIGHT

A R A B E L L A    P O V

It's been a few weeks since I arrived at Rydon's. I made it to my birthday. Not that anyone knew anyway. My brother Valentino sent me a message to wish me a happy birthday. I had nothing from Dante, but I expected that. I'm with Rydon on our way to a meeting he had arranged. He is so different from Dante in so many ways. 

Dante has patience, but Rydon is the opposite, always wanting to get his own way. They have beaten me a few times. The torture is intense; he tries to get me to talk about Dante. I know nothing. The reason I know nothing is Dante never told me anything.

He sits at the head of the table to wait for the informant to speak to him. I'm stood behind him. My eyes burn with anger. My body seething with what the informer says. Rydon nods to his men. They hold the informer's hands on the table, while one of them shoots at his hands. I smirk with the actions of Rydon. Dante always took care of business himself; he never expected his men to do his dirty work.

There is a huge difference between the Mafia bosses. Rydon rises to his feet, grabs my arm, pulls me back to the limo. He speaks to his guys in Russian; they laugh. The curious side of me wonders what he said to make his men laugh. We slide into the limo. The driver gets into the front and we drive off.

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We return to his house. He drags me from the car, taking me to a room that is dim with lighting. "Arabella, you might be a Queen, but you will show respect," The same words that Dante would use. If Rydon thinks I would listen to him, he had another thing coming. I will not yield to any of these men. Or show any weakness. 

If I did, I would be dead already. This man is homicidal with his words trying to threaten me. He even told me he is going to send me to one of his brothels. I laughed in his face, that is when he slapped me so hard, he split my lip.

He shackles me to the wall, leaving me there, not saying another word. I'm not some stupid girl, like his wives, or any other girl he had been with. I know how he killed women by cutting their throats. I'm resentful for the way he is towards me. My vengeance will come, and when it does, he will face his maker.

There is no way I will sit back and watch him take what Dante had built up. I'm a Queen to a Mafia boss. I will fight until my last breath. My determination will show all the Mafia bosses I will not sit back and watch or allow anyone to disrespect the family I'm a part of. I'm agitated with the way Rydon is acting around me. 

Lean my head back on the wall, take a deep breath. I have been in this situation so many times with Dante. My mind fills with images, plus my body feels a sensation between my legs. I only have the wetness from brooding about how Dante would tease me.

Six hours later, Rydon sent one of his men to release me from the shackles, but he had other ideas. He picked on the wrong girl to attempt his advances on. I took his gun and shot him. The shot echoed through the house. Men plus Rydon run into the room to view the guy laid dead on the floor with his trousers down around his ankles.

"What the fuck happened," He Glares at me, waiting for me to answer him. "He got what he deserved." I laughed, walked out the door, leaving them staring at his dead body. Maybe they will have second thoughts. Only time will tell. "Arabella, you will be leaving," Rydon shouts to me. Shrug my shoulders, not listening to him. Make my way to the first floor where Rydon catches me up.

He pins me to the wall, his fingers in a secure grip around my neck. "You are going to wish you never touched me," My words are calm. He stares at me and shakes his head. "It is you that is going to be sorry," Smirked at him. He squeezes tighter around my throat. When I point the gun at his heart and bang, he falls to the floor. Stare down at his lifeless body, get my phone out to contact Valentino.