Kidnapped by the Don: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance

By Ava Cox

Capturing her for marriage was supposed to be for revenge, not love.

We may have lost that battle but we won't lose the war.

The Colombos killed my father

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fun Publishing House
• Release date: Jul 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798885380072

Book preview

1

VICTOR

The explosion slammed me against the warehouse’s concrete wall and ripped open the once-chained back door, giving us a clear path to escape. Move your ass! I screamed, grabbing Paulie by the collar of his shirt. I yanked him for everything I was worth and bolted towards the door with him in tow.

The explosion was big, but I knew it wasn’t the only one coming.

They were far from finished with this attack.

But that was fine because I was far from finished with them.

I tossed debris to the side with my foot with a heated fervor that only had one goal: get the hell out of there. And fast.

I stumbled outside with Paulie’s fat ass still in my grasp. My breath heaved, and my chest pounded. Over there! I choked as I bent over to catch my breath, letting go of him.

The white of his eyes grew visible as soon as he straightened up, and looked to where I was pointing. His Jeep was still standing. Which was a lot more than I could say for the rest of our hideout.

Paulie’s breath was ragged, too, and he nodded before patting me on my shoulder. Hurry! I sucked in a deep, sharp breath and straightened myself up. Those jack-offs were just around the front of the warehouse. It was only a matter of time before they found us. We had to go.

Now!

A gunshot rang out, cracking in the air until it slammed right into Paulie’s flesh when we were just yards from the Jeep. He fell to his knees. Fuck! He groaned, his entire large frame crumpling to the ground.

My hand snatched my gun from my side and fired it off in the direction the shot had just come from, but I couldn’t see a damn thing. The air was thick with smoke.

Too thick.

I yanked him up again. We have to keep moving… I growled, not even knowing where he was hit yet. His head shot over our shoulders toward the warehouse as I dragged him up so that most of his weight was resting on me. My muscles tensed and ached as I panted and grunted to move us toward the Jeep as quickly as possible.

Look out! He shoved me away just as another explosion sounded off.

The pressure threw me off my feet and slammed me into the side of the Jeep. I hit the gravel drive with a sharp howl, and glass rained down all over me. My ears drummed and rang as I crawled up to my knees and blinked back the strain from my eyes.

I was a sitting duck.

There was something large next to me that my foot grazed against as bullets popped all around us. But I couldn’t see. Not yet. Paulie! I yelled out over the ringing in my ears.

Another shot rang out, this time, at my feet. But it wasn’t from them…it was from Paulie. He was shooting at them. The smoke cleared and some of the blurriness faded. Paulie held his gun tightly in his fists and kept firing off into the distance. Get in the fucking truck! He screamed. I shook my head and pulled him up again.

Not without you, Asshole!

Shots sounded off again and again, but none seemed to land a mark. Thankfully for us. I dragged Paulie’s heavy weight behind me. Everywhere men were surrounding us, their weapons drawn. Dozens of them screamed incoherently as they ran toward us, clearly spotting us climbing into the Jeep. The window of escape was closing fast.

I had two bullets left to protect us. We had to get in the fucking car. Now.

I shoved Paulie to the passenger side and jumped in, frantically grabbing for the keys that lay on the dash.

The men rolled forward and out of the shadows as shots pinged off the side of the Jeep. After starting the ignition, my foot slammed against the gas pedal, and we were off.

Fast.

We had no time to waste.

Fucking Colombos.

My father had always been there for me when I was younger. When I grew up, and realized that the family business was the mob, I didn’t hesitate to remain loyal to him; to show him just what kind of man I was and could be. I knew my old man. I knew everything he did, he did for a reason. And I wasn’t going to be the one to correct him. If he said we needed to be in the mob game, then we needed to be in the mob game.

So naturally, I’d just followed suit.

He really was just such a character.

A man for the ages.

There would never be another one like him. Not ever.

The old dickhead held the goofiest grin in the world every time he told one of his dumb ass jokes. Which was any time he wasn’t busy scowling at people or knocking someone off. He held those grins and told those jokes with more confidence than anyone I’d ever seen. He’d even talk about his dreams and his aspirations and even showed a kind heart… when it was just the two of us, I mean. And there had always been a lot of just-the-two-of-us moments.

My mom died a long time ago.

It’d just been the two of us for almost as far back as I could remember.

Memories were a strange thing.

Some held pain. Some held happiness. But all flooded after nights like this. Nights of chaos… especially when those chaotic nights turned silent.

I remember the night all this shit had taken a turn for the worse, like it was yesterday.

Although… it was months before…

I’d searched the armory. I’d searched the whole damn casino, including the bar. I’d searched everywhere.

I hadn’t seen him in hours. There was talks of the Colombos hitting the businesses of other mobs. Organized attacks to detour crowds from patronizing. Clearly trying to force the businesses into shutting down for whatever half-brained scheme they had brewing. But it was clear that someone had pissed in Michael Revello’s Cheerios, so he had some sort of dumbass point to make.

I was annoyed. By the talk and of Michael Revello…but more than anything, I was annoyed with the fact that I couldn’t find my old man.

He was the Don of