Page 4 of Abducted By the Mafia Don

Familiar eyes. Eyes I would never forget if I’d seen them once, but it hasn’t been once.

No. I’ve seen these tummy-fluttering fathomless eyes before. They’ve followed me around for the last week. They’re the reason I’ve been feeling restless, and like I want my first kiss.

“What’s your name?” I ask with a gulp. And I’m afraid again, but a different sort of fear, that’s thrilling. Things are clicking into place.

“Dominic Richmond,” he says calmly.

This is insane.

I think the most dangerous mafia boss in London has been stalking me.

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DOM

It’s a good thing I’ve been following my girl. Fuck. That was far too close, and it’s a sign. She’s not leaving me again.

I was her stalker, but now she’ll have to be my captive.

Her eyes widen. She recognises my name.

This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Scaring her. My gorgeous little doll. Mia bambola.

I suppose this was inevitable. The price of my revenge against the man who killed my parents and siblings.

I slide in beside her in the armoured limo, and help her with her seat belt as we speed away. My driver knows where to take us. Out of the centre of London and back to the leafy comfort of Richmond.

The daughter of the man I live to torture is more beautiful up close, and in my arms, than I realised. Even covered in blood. Taggie’s curly blonde hair is messed up, and she’s flushed. Still recovering from her ordeal with those stupid boys I was saving to die later, when Thaxted was more attached to his newfound sons.

But Taggie is more important than my plans.

“Dominic Richmond,” she repeats softly, and my name on her lips is heaven.

“You can call me Dom, though. Nobody else does.” Not anymore.

“Dom.”

“Yeah.” God, but that feels good. I’ve never thought of it before, but the way she says “Dom” with her little pink mouth, as though it’s something sacred, makes me think how I’d like her to be my submissive, and to be her Dominant. Take care of her and have her obey.

She’d be beautiful.

“Where are we going, Dom?” she whispers.

“Somewhere you’ll be safe.” With me. She’s mine now. “To my house.”

I wait to see if she’ll shrink away, but she doesn’t, and my heart pulses.

I love seeing her wrapped in my jacket. It’s absurdly oversized, but just right. From the moment I saw her, I knew. I had a feeling. The sort that as a person who relies on spine tingles to keep me alive, I’ve learned not to ignore.

This isn’t what I planned to do with my enemy’s daughter, but Taggie has rewritten every rule. All the things I thought were important are dust.

“Thank you.” She looks across at me, and despite the blood spots on her, I’m struck again by how beautiful she is. Her bottom lip trembles. “If you hadn’t found me…”

“I did though.”I’ll always find you. I’ll always protect you. You’re mine.

Those words are too much right now, so I don’t say them, but they’re a promise nonetheless.

“I should go home. My granny will be worried about me.”