The Hitman Takes A Bride: A Mafia Romance (Carlotta Family Book 2) Read online
The Hitman Takes A Bride
A Carlotta Family Novel
Eden Rose
Copyright © 2018 by Eden Rose
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This book is completely fictional and any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, is coincidental.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my personal assistant and best friend, Shannon Lester- Haynes. Without her, I would be in a padded room in the nut house. Thank you for always being there for me and keeping my head attached to my body. I love you and this is for you.
XOXO,
Eden
Prologue
H e picks me up by my waist and slams me into the wall by the door. My legs eagerly wrap around his hips to hold my body to him. My arms find their way around his neck to hold on as he rocks those sexy hips against my mound.
I moan out and even with my lips swollen, I still manage to moan loudly enough. Victor’s lips are attached to my neck, sucking in my pulse point, driving me wild. His lips suckle my skin, making my whole body coil up from the tension.
My clit is hard and swollen from not getting the attention she wants. Shamelessly, I rub my body against his, gyrating my hips to get some friction where I need it the most. Nothing seems to work.
“I missed you, pussycat. I’m so sorry,” Victor murmurs in my ear. His teeth nibble on my earlobe.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Please tell me I can fix this.”
“Yes,” I hiss again.
Without warning, Victor is moving us to the couch. I’m still stuck on him wearing my scrubs from work but he doesn’t seem to care. My tennis shoes are the normal white ones with nothing special on them. Even though I don’t look hot, he makes me feel sexy… Desirable.
“Tell me how much you want my dick,” he groans in my ear. His voice is raspy and thick dripping with seduction. I love when he speaks to me like this.
“I love your dick, Victor. Please, let me have it!” I beg.
“Tell me you forgive me!”
“I forgive you!” I cry out.
His mouth slides openly over my throat sucking in my highly sensitive skin. Each pass of his tongue over my skin, is another moan from me. I don’t even care that we are in the stacks with patients and other doctors roaming around outside of the door.
I scream as Victor tears my clothes off me, roughly and not even caring he ripped them either. I could replace the scrubs, I can’t replace how hot he makes me feel.
“Did you wear this sexy bra for me?” He asks.
I nod my head shamelessly. “Of course! Victor, you know how much I want you!”
His hand slides down my torso and brushes between my thighs. I know exactly what he will find and that’s me a quivering mess if he doesn’t put me out of my misery. “Touch me!” I cry.
“Your pussy is so hot and dripping. Is my pussycat horny?”
I shriek. “Yes!”
He dives his hand under the band of my scrubs and brushes against the lace of my panties. I shiver from the heat of his hand. Every time he touches me, I lose control over my body to the point where I’m hot and then I’m cold all at the same time.
The man makes me crazy.
Two masculine fingers separate my pussy lips giving him better access to my begging clit. My whole body is begging for him and he can’t touch me enough right now. He brushes his middle finger against my clit and I jump.
“Someone’s sensitive,” he chides.
“I’m hungry for you!”
“Of course you are!”
Victor pulls away from me and slides down my body to rid me of the rest of my clothes. My pants are resting around my ankles, but I don’t even feel trapped until he shoves his face between my thighs.
That powerful tongue of his, plunges through my pussy, laving my clit, making love to my hole and setting me on fire. My body begs and pleads for more and that’s when he starts using his sexy beard to drive me just as crazy.
My thighs shake and quiver from the different sensations I feel. I feel so much at one time but I’m greedy for more. I’m greedy for everything. I want him to eat me out while I suck his dick. As that’s happening, I want to fuck him so hard.
Waves of pleasure course through my body, coiling in the pits of my stomach. “Victor! I’m going to come!” I scream.
He stops as the first wave of ebbing pleasure begins to crest. I look down at his smiling face as he stares up at me. “You think I will let you come that quickly?”
“Please!”
“Tell me how you’re mine. Tell me that this pussy is mine and I will let you come. I will make your body sing.”
“I’m yours! My body is yours. My heart is yours! Everything I am is yours!” I would have sworn to any vows at the moment to get off.
He doesn’t have to hear me say it again because his tongue’s lapping up my clit at the moment. My body shivers and shakes as my orgasm crashes through my nerves. I feel it all the way to my toes.
“Get on your knees,” he demands.
I’m quick as I follow his directions. He’s already stripped from the waist down with his gorgeous dick standing straight up. His dick is huge and any woman would want to worship it. I don’t need him to tell me what to do with it.
Positioning myself right between his thighs, I lean over to kiss the tip of his dick. He groans. “Don’t tease me, pussycat.”
I smirk at him. “Sucks to be teased, doesn’t it?”
“I will spank your ass!”
I swallow him whole. Relaxing my throat, I breathe through my nose to work through my need to gag on his big dick. I know how much he loves it when I suck him this raw and I want to make him feel good. Using my left hand to fondle his balls, I use the other one to shuttle up and down his dick.
I suck him hard and fast. Victor sinks his fingers into my hair and guides my head up and down his shaft.
“Hot damn. Baby, you suck me so good!”
I hum in appreciation to praise. Who would have thought I would need praise to suck his dick so good.
I do one more pass of my mouth before sliding him out of my mouth. He groans from the lack of suction and I use this time to suck in as much air as I can.
Since my hands are already in place, I line the rest of my body to slide him home. I love the first pass of his dick through my pussy. My pussy flutters and spasms around him and I know he loves it too. He places his hands on my hips and we do a dirty grind against one another.
“That’s it, pussycat. You’re so good.”
“You feel incredible!” I mutter out.
The tip of his dick knocks against my G Spot and I scream out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
In a matter of seconds, he has us rearranged and I’m still seated on him but my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s seated. Our lips clash in the middle with our tongues equally needy. My body hums and sings for him, just like he said it would.
Every time with him is better and better.
Victor’s hips piston against mine and I slip my fingers through his hair to hold on. “I love you, Victor,” I murmur.
I’ve never said the words out loud to him but it feels right.
He stops mid thrust. “What did you say?”
“I said I love you.”
Victor shakes his h
ead. “You can’t love me. You can’t love me, Calista. You don’t know me.”
“I do love you!”
“You think you do. I don’t love you, I love Amanda. I’m sorry, sweetie.”
Just like that, it is as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me, I’m instantly turned off. My eyes well up with unshed tears. “You used me?” I cry.
“You were just a piece of ass and now that Amanda’s back, I don’t need you.”
Ring! Ring!
My alarm wakes me from my nightmare. I sit straight up in bed clutching my blanket to my chest. That dream was so real!
Calista
I ’ve heard doctors and patients say they remember when the earth stood still and I never understood it until this moment. The moment where my world stood still because my patient just informed me her husband is my boyfriend.
There has to be some mistake. There’s no way she’s his wife.
“Your husband is Victor Bruno?” I ask dumbly. Clearly I heard her wrong… Victor would have told me he was married, right? I mean, I’ve been to his place and there was nothing feminine there at all.
Amanda’s sweaty and her skin looks grey as if she’s coming down from something. I’m thinking she’s probably been living on some heavy drugs the whole time she’s been gone but I don’t want to make a public assumption.
My heart hurts from warring with my oath as a doctor and my heart.
It’s definitely a guy’s place.
My patient’s eyes glaze over as if she’s mulling over what I just asked. “Yes, do you know him?”
Uh, yeah. I know him. He just tried to buy me a new car an hour ago. I spent a beautiful week with him on what was supposed to be my honeymoon. I think I know him.
I thought I knew him.
“Can you get ahold of him, please? I would like to see him! It’s been so long since I last got to see him.”
I nod my head dumbly and stumble out of the room. With my phone in my hand, I text Victor, my boyfriend, that his wife has come back from being missing for the past few years.
My stomach is in knots. My throat feels as if it's burning.
He told me he was with Amanda and she went missing but he never told me they were married. This is completely new to me and I feel every ounce of stomach acid in my stomach bubble up.
Every feeling in my body is telling me to run. Run away because there’s nothing but heartache left. I feel everything and I can’t help but get choked up by it.
ME: Victor, you need to get to the hospital
ME: it's very important
ME: get here right now!
No matter what and no matter how much my heart will break, I still have a job to do. I need to find out what happened to Amanda. “Can you tell me what happened?” I ask her.
I sit across from her with my clipboard open to a new sheet of paper to write down any information she might give me. You never know when something vital could be said.
“I don’t remember much… I just remember they gave me some stuff in a needle a few times a day. I can’t tell you what it’s called because they never told me. But it made me a little tingly.”
Sounds like heroin. “Do you remember if they gave you anything else?”
She purses her lips and then closes her eyes. For a second I think she’s about to start crying. “I’m not sure what they gave me. All I know is I’m in so much pain.”
I nod my head, leaning over her. “I know you are. We’re going to do our best to flush this out of your system. What are you feeling? Is it physical pain or are you itchy inside?”
Amanda’s eyes well up as she looks at me. “I’m itchy inside. Oh god! Dr. Inzo! Have I become some type of addict?”
I’m not going to be the one who tells her she’s coming down from an extreme high which is going to take a while. Her detoxication is going to be rough, painful and eye opening for her. Even though she’s physically beat, she’s going to go through coming off that high.
“You are not an addict.”
Just then, my phone buzzes making me anxiously look at it. I’m hoping for Victor to come in and clear everything up. Victor Bruno is a popular name, right? It has to be.
VICTOR: I’m out in the lobby
ME: what?
“Amanda, are you going to be okay for a few minutes? I have to go out to the lobby. I will be right back.”
She nods her head giving me permission to find out why the fuck Victor is here. Once I make it through the doorway, I feel my eyes start to tingle.
Everything that I was once afraid of is coming true with Amanda being back. Even though I have only been with Victor for a short amount of time, I felt something more than attraction to him. Dare I admit I’m in love with him? I’ve never felt like this for Josh, my ex-fiance who I almost married a couple of weeks ago. It doesn’t take long for me to bounce back, does it?
I run through the hallways to the lobby and am met with something I never expected. My dad and boyfriend as talking.
“Uh, dad. This is Victor Bruno. Victor, this is my dad, Mark Inzo.”
Victor reaches out his hand to shake my dad’s but then drops it as if my dad might fight him. All through out my life, I have never seen my dad get physical with anyone. Never. He never threatened a boyfriend or acted as if he was going to beat someone up.
With that in mind, tell me why I’m scared of the two of them talking right now?
My dad’s jaw is tense. His eyes are hard on my boyfriend’s face. The tension in the room is palpable and now I’m the one that has to tell Victor his wife was found and is lying in my hospital.
Is this fate playing a cruel game on me? There’s no other way to describe the sick twist of fate I have been handed.
My heart hurts for everything Amanda had endured while in captivity. Wherever she was, they did a number on her. With that being said, I can’t help but feel sorry for myself. With her being back, every one of my fears have come out.
He’s going to leave me for her and a part of me feels like it's dying.
Victor
I stare at my girlfriend’s father, the man I’m supposed to kill for a few seconds. The seconds feel like an eternity. Did she really refer to Vincent as her father?
If I would have torn my eyes off of Vincent, I might have seen the look of distress on Calista’s face. I might have noticed how she looked at me as if she’s about to tell me something bad. However, I’m a selfish man who is concentrating on the man I’ve been contracted to kill.
I kill him, I find out what happened to Amanda. I don’t kill him, I don’t find out what happened to Amanda. If I do kill him, though, I will lose Calista for good.
“How do you know my daughter?” Vincent asks me with his eyebrows raised. His lips curl around the words in disgust.
I chuckle out loud, more for myself than him. “She’s my girlfriend.”
He balks at the idea. “Over my dead body!” He almost screams. “I know who you are! I know what you’re capable of doing!”
I shake my head. “The only difference between you and I is I didn’t fake my own death, Vincent.”
I’m playing with fire and I’m going to get burned. The only reason why I’m not scared right now for calling Pop out in front of his daughter who doesn’t know anything, is the fact he wouldn’t do something to blow his cover.
“You don’t know anything.”
Especially not in front of Calista.
“Dad, I see you have met Victor,” Calista adds with her tone laced in concern.
The other man watches me as I make my next move in claiming Calista. I slide my arm around her back and hold her close. She doesn’t move to me easily, but I don’t allow her to balk.
“Yes, I have. However, he keeps calling me a different name. I think he might have me confused with someone else,” Vincent says. “I’m Mark Inzo, Calista’s father.”
“Pity. You must have a twin. You look identical to someone by the name of Vincent Moretti.”
I
’m dangerously baiting him by playing him in front of his daughter who doesn’t know anything about her father. I want to see how far I can push him before he snaps. The quicker he snaps, the quicker he lets his guard down and the quicker I can kill him making it seem like an accident.
How long did the Morettis think they were going to be able to live under this false identity? Is Calista’s name even Calista? Where is Savannah?
“We all have a twin somewhere,” he goads me.
This bastard.
Pulling Calista tighter to my chest, I murmur: “Pussycat, what did you want to show me?”
“Dad, will you excuse us for a moment?”
Vincent shakes his head, his eyes narrowing at me. “Your mom said you seemed upset, cara. Is everything all right? Something about your car? While I’m here, let me look at it.”
Oh, he’s good. He totally beat me with my own game by using Calista to get to me like this. He’s trying to out stage me into being the bad boyfriend and he gets to be the knight in shining armour by fixing her car.
I can’t believe Calista would go crying back to her parents and tell them about her car. I wonder if she told them how I was willing to let her take one of mine. Fuck, I was willing to buy her a new car.