Chapter 11

I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that this is not going to end well. Emmanuel continues driving, eyes glued to the road. I watch him as his jaw is clenched. He's clearly pissed and I'm thankful I have my handgun in my purse.

"Manny, is everything ok?"

"Marisol, it's best that we keep this friendship strictly as that."

"Because of Giovanni?"

Emmanuel looks at me and if I was a normal woman I'd be afraid, but I met his gaze with my own. He knows something and shit, I want to know what he knows.

"We both know the answer to that, Marisol," as he speaks his accent is more prominent. "Giovanni doesn't share. He's my brother and I don't blame him one bit, but once you belong to him, things will change."

"Belong to him?" I say the words slowly and in pure disbelief. "I don't belong to anyone and damn sure not Giovanni."

Emmanuel faces me and lets out a deep, throaty chuckle. I have to be very careful with everything I do and say because Emmanuel is a Luciano and they are all dangerous. Hell, anyone can be dangerous if pushed to their limits and I was pushed to mine at the tender age of eight. I take in a deep breath and thank god that instead of condoms, I have a Glock 17 in my purse. As we drive, I mentally create a map in mind. Although, I'm sure Sofia will give that information up without a problem.

"Where's your family from, Marisol?" Emmanuel says, jerking me out of my thoughts.

"El Paso."

"That's near Chihuahua."

I nod my head and fight the memories I feel taking over me. Chihuahua, Mexico isn't talked about much in the U.S. papers, but even the police fear it. That's where my mother and father migrated from. It's not too far from El Paso, Texas. My mother knew having a child on American soil would give her citizenship. I remember the stories my mother told me in her native tongue of the things her and mi padre did to get here. She also told me my father wasn't a good man. I realize that I got that from him because I'm not a good girl. That girl was snuffed out when they took mi Madre.

I realize I've been distracted and the map I was drawing in my mind has been lost and filled with memories of why I'm doing all of this. If I die tonight or any night, Giovanni will go with me and I will go peacefully.

We pull up to a gate with the Luciano's crest on it and I grab my phone, turn on my location and send it to my other phone stashed in a storage unit I have back in the city. In our line of work, I have to be ready for anything at any time and that storage unit has everything I'd need to start a new life once this job is done. Retirement at age 22 doesn't sound so bad.

As we enter the gates, I count the men surrounding the property. I would think a man like Gio wouldn't have any, but he's definitely being smart since he's been killing the Russos left and right. I count a total of eight men, but I'm sure there's more, plus surveillance on every inch of this place.

"Let me get that for you."

"She's a lucky woman."

"What woman?" he says as he cocks a brow.

"The one who ends up with you."

Emmanuel leans over and right before he reaches my lips he stops. I watch the twitch of his lips through my hooded eyes and I realize I want him, too. What in the hell is wrong with me? I'm starting to believe my coño has a death wish.

"Gio would kill me if he knew I touched you after he's claimed you."

"It could be our secret," I say as our breaths grow closer and our chests heavier with desire.

"You're dangerous, Marisol," he said as he unbuckled my seatbelt.

"So, is that a no?"

"More like a fuck no!"

I watch Emmanuel's eyes flash to the door, looking over my shoulder. Before I could register what's happening, I'm yanked out of the car by my ponytail and my back meets the window of Emmanuel's car.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I wince as Giovanni growls and his hands grip onto my petite arms.

I hear the driver's door and quick feet while I watch Giovanni's eyes flash with venom towards Emmanuel.

"I will talk to you later."

I hear Emmanuel retreat back to the car and the door closes smoothly. Giovanni's eyes are back on mine and my eyes are on his, full of anger. Without a second glance at the vehicle, he pulls me into him. Emmanuel drives away, leaving me with the beast, but I'm no Belle at the castle.

"Let me go," I say because if he keeps this up, I'm going to bruise indefinitely. The cocky bastard laughs and in a matter of seconds, I'm over his shoulder.

I watch as his men laugh at the sight of me and in seconds, I have to decide who to be. Marisol or Scarlett. Marisol would try to escape, with wailing fists to his back, legs kicking and screaming. While Scarlett would hit him right under his Adam's apple, which would cause him to buckle and drop with me on top of him, giving me enough time to give him one bullet to the head or heart. I'd prefer the second, but I'm Marisol, the scared, 21-year-old stripper turned waitress.

"You'll soon realize that I love the fight, makes the surrender sweeter," he says before landing a hard slap to my ass, almost catapulting me out of his arms. "That ass is nice and soft and I can't wait to see it nice and red," He says before placing an actual bite to my ass causing me to yelp.

"Giovanni, put me down!"