All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I was feeling much better.The pneumonia was gone from my lungs, and I was getting stronger every day.That was the bad news as far as I was concerned. By getting well, I was going to be returned to the man who had bought me from my father. I knew he was not going to let me go. Not because he had spent all those millions on me, no, money was no object to this man; he would keep me because of my father's betrayal and Killian's kidnapping me. I would be held up as proof that no one crossed the Grand Don and got away with it. My father had died because Santino had leaked information to Killian and the Cartel bosses, knowing they would take action. He also knew Killian would come for me, and the trap was already laid to eliminate him the minute he set foot on Sicilian soil. I was being discharged to his care tomorrow, and I knew his plans for me. His guards openly discussed them in front of me, believing I could not understand them because they spoke in their native tongue. There was no

'Put me down, put me down, you fucking brute.'I kick and punch his broad back, but I am just a fly on top of a mountain; the guard completely ignores me until he reaches his boss's room, and I'm tossed onto a huge four-poster bed. 'Stay put, Brat.'He spits out, and then I hear them discussing me as they stand outside the room.'È una combattiva. Il capo avrà le mani piene.' [She's a feisty one. The boss is going to have his hands full.]They both laugh, and the other one replies.'Adoro quel look da biker girl. Non mi dispiacerebbe metterla sul retro della mia Harley e infilare la mia lunghezza nella sua stretta.' [Love that Biker chick look. Wouldn't mind getting her on the back of my Harley and slipping my length into her tightness.]'Sì, quel culetto color pesca e quelle tette impertinenti, il capo è un uomo fortunato. Scommetto che è davvero sexy a letto.' [Yeah, that peachy little ass and those pert tits, the boss is one lucky man. I bet she's really hot in bed.]'O sopra la

'Well, I guess my distraction worked a little better than I had planned.'I think, lying back on the bed unable to move thanks to the zip ties those goons put on me. I hide my smirk, they are both covered in scratches, bruises, and even bite marks courtesy of yours truly but it looks like I'm theone who is going to pay dearly for my behaviour. I lie still watching as the room is cleaned and put back together and when everything is back in its place and the things I broke replaced the two goons approach me again.'What's the matter? Are you ready for round two?'I sneer at them but they don't say a word handling me like I'm a ragdoll they strip me out of my leather jacker and tug off my boots then attach a silver chain around my waist.'What the fuck is this?'I demand but they ignore my questions, one of them pulls a knife and I stiffen making them both laugh loudly.'Whats the matter Principessa, frightened of a little knife?'The one holding it runs it across my cheek and then slowl

I sit silently in the limousine, taking me further and further away from her. My heart is heavy with regret. I could not protect her, I had broken my promise, and now she was all alone with a monster. Turning to stare out of the window, I see nothing of the beautiful Italian countryside. I am far too deep in my memories. Santino and I, as young boys, were playing in the sunshine, watched over by my Nonna, and we were treated like brothers by both families. It was all we knew, growing up together, privileged and spoilt little Mafia Princes; no one ever said no to us. We grew up thinking we could have whatever we wanted, and as we became adults, that included women. They were only too eager to share the beds of the heir and his second, and it was his father's mistress, Angelina, who seduced us. Santino's father, Massimo, changed his mistresses as often as some rich peop

She's been gone for weeks, and I'm no nearer finding her than the day she was taken. All I know is the Italian Mafia have her, but I don't know if she is still in the States or if she has been spirited back to their homeland. Only, I do know, deep in my gut, I know. They have somehow managed to get her out of the country and take her across to Italy. 'My poor little Russian tigress is being held in a country she knows nothing about by the most ruthless men who could have taken her.'I think, gazing out of my office window at the teeming rain. It seems to have rained a lot since the Mafia stole my woman, at least it feels like that to me. My whole world is grey and dark without my feisty little wife. I miss her so much. It is like everything good in my life has gone; she was such a shining light, making my whole life brighter.'Pres?'Rory asks tentatively,'My temper is volatile these days, and the members of my MC club tend to tiptoe around me to avoid getting their heads b