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  Cruel Daddy

  Boston Mafia Doms

  Bianca Cole

  Contents

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  1. Aida

  2. Milo

  3. Aida

  4. Milo

  5. Aida

  6. Milo

  7. Aida

  8. Milo

  9. Aida

  10. Milo

  11. Aida

  12. Milo

  13. Aida

  14. Milo

  15. Aida

  16. Milo

  17. Aida

  18. Milo

  19. Aida

  20. Milo

  21. Aida

  22. Milo

  23. Aida

  24. Milo

  25. Aida

  26. Milo

  27. Aida

  28. Milo

  29. Epilogue

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  Blurb

  Cruelty is his middle name, and I’m at his mercy.

  My father has kept me locked away in an ivory tower. I thought he wanted to protect me, but he only wanted to protect his asset. An untouched, sheltered mob princess is worth a lot of money to the right buyer.

  My father’s greed means Sicily is no longer big enough for him. I’m shipped across the Atlantic to Boston to marry a man I’ve never met, whose reputation for cruelty reaches as far as the shores of Sicily.

  Milo Mazzeo is as dark as they come. He’s a ruthless don with no morals, and he’s about to become my husband. It’s clear from the moment we meet that we have nothing in common.

  Once we say I do, he tells me that I’m his possession. I must do whatever he says. I’m nothing more than a slave to tend to his every whim and need. If he thinks I’m going to accept my fate without a fight, he is mistaken.

  I always expected to marry for love, but all I feel is hate toward this beautiful beast. They say there is a fine line between love and hate. Could the fire of hatred really twist into something more?

  1

  Aida

  The blistering heat of the sun radiates over my skin as I walk to the top of the cliff. Today has been a beautiful summer’s day. I spent it on the beach with Gia, one of my best friends.

  It was a shame that I couldn’t stay for the sunset. My father insisted that I meet him atop the cliff we used to come to when my mother was alive. We used to spend blissful days on this cliff having family picnics.

  My bodyguard, Aldo, follows close behind me. He’s a permanent shadow that I can’t shake. Once I reach the top, I notice my father standing at the cliff edge. He is staring out over the glimmering azure Sicilian sea. It’s such a beautiful view. Not many people are lucky enough to call such a stunning island home. It’s a blessing, even if my father does keep me so frequently locked in our home. He tells me it’s too dangerous for me to wander the beaches alone. No matter how much I long to find some peace and solitude, Aldo is always with me.

  Oddly, my father has asked me to meet him atop this cliff today. We haven’t been up here together since I was a little girl. My mother was alive at the time, and I would almost say we were a happy family. It’s crazy how time changes everything.

  I look at my father properly, studying the way his shoulders sag under the weight of the empire he’s holding up. It’s been ten years since my mother’s murder, and since then, he has become distant. Before her death, our family was close. I was only eleven years old when she was murdered by one of my father’s enemies.

  It was hard to come to terms with at such a young age, but harder still when my father practically disappeared from my life for a year in a crazy vendetta to seek revenge. Time has healed the wounds, but I struggle to accept the reason for her death to this day. She was collateral damage in a power struggle between my father and another Italian family.

  He turns to gaze at me but doesn’t smile. I remember his smile when I was little, but I haven’t seen it since. “Aida, please join me,” he says, holding out his hand to me.

  I do as he says, taking his hand and joining him near the edge of the white, rocky cliffs. “How are you, father?”

  He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. “As well as I ever can be. As always, work is stressful.”

  I nod in response. My father rarely talks to me about his work, which I know isn’t legal. No matter how much my father believes he has successfully sheltered me from the truth, he’s wrong. I know he runs the Sicilian mafia, and his father before him did the same—our family has held power on these shores for generations.

  He glances at me and squeezes my hand. “I asked you to meet me here, as I have some news, Amore.”

  I smile at him, meeting his gaze. “What is it?”

  He looks uncertain before speaking, “I’ve found you a husband.”

  My eyes widen. “What?” I stare at him in shock as he’s never warned me about any intention to marry me off. I only turned twenty-one two months ago.

  He smiles and takes my other hand to pull me to face him. “I’ve kept you safe, Aida, but now it’s time another man takes the role of your protector.” His jaw clenches slightly. “Milo Mazzeo wants to marry you in his hometown, Boston.”

  Milo Mazzeo.

  It feels like my world starts to spin the moment he says his name. I drop my father’s hands and step away from him. I’ve never met the man he speaks of. Still, everyone knows his name—he’s infamous even here in Sicily for his brutality and cruelty, particularly when it comes to anyone who disrespects him.

  Why would my father ship me over to a man like him?

  I shake my head. “No, I won’t marry that man. He’s as evil as they get, father.” I pull my hands away, feeling sick to the stomach at the suggestion. “I don’t need a protector. I want to marry a man I love, not by an arrangement.”

  My father’s smile drops, and eyes narrow. “You’ll do as you are told, Aida.”

  The thought of living in the same city as Milo Mazzeo, let alone as his wife, scares me. The horror stories I’ve heard about the way he treats people are almost impossible to believe. He’s as cruel as they come.

  “Why would you give me to a man like him?” I ask, emotion clawing at my throat.

  My father’s jaw clenches. “It was always the intention to marry you to a man that can increase the power of our family’s business, Aida.” He grabs my shoulders. “I don’t want any dis
obedience. You will marry Milo Mazzeo, end of discussion.”

  I stare in shock at my father, wondering if this is the reason why he’s been so protective of me since my mother was murdered. “I thought you cared about me.”

  He won’t meet my gaze, staring out over the sea. “Your mother’s death changed me, Aida. I hate how much you remind me of her. If you’re in Boston, that will solve the problem.” He glares at me with a coldness that cuts me deeply. “I don’t want you here.”

  Tears prickle at my eyes. All I’ve ever done is adore my father. It’s difficult to process the words he’s saying to me as he rips my heart from my chest. I’ve always known he’s a dark and haunted man—he’d have to be to do the kind of things he does, but he always treated me well.

  “What would mother think if she could see what you are doing to her only child?” I ask, feeling the emotion and anger rise inside of me.

  My father’s eyes flash with rage. “Don’t fucking talk about her.” He grabs my wrist forcefully. “She can’t see because she is dead and gone, Aida.” He shakes his head frantically. “There’s no such thing as happy endings in our world, so you will have to accept your fate with dignity.”

  I fight and manage to rip my wrist from his grasp, rushing away from him. It’s hard to believe that this is how my father feels about me. All these years, his overprotective nature was motivated by his intention to sell me off. I walk away from the cliff edge, needing some space to process what he told me.

  Boston can’t be like Sicily—nowhere is. I hate the idea of leaving the place I’ve called home all my life. Tears trickle down my face as I stare across the sea, wishing my mother was still alive. If she were, none of this would be happening.

  Life won’t be worth living if I’m a possession of that beast. A man that has done and does unspeakable things, even for the head of a mafia family. As I stare over the cliff, I wonder if it would be easier to take my own life.

  I think you have to have a certain mindset to do so, and although my future looks bleak, I wouldn’t be able to do it. The beauty of the world will still surround me, and I have to be strong. My mother always taught me to be strong and face my fears with my head held high.

  I can’t do anything other when it comes to facing my husband-to-be. Milo Mazzeo is twisted and sick, but I won’t let it faze me.

  “Aida, come away from there,” my father says with concern—concern only for his deal falling through if I were to die. The anger in his voice has diminished, but I know when I turn around, he will look at me with a hatred I never realized existed.

  It feels like I’m in a nightmare as I never expected my father to do something so heartless. Perhaps I’ve been blind to the truth about him. He’s been broken since my mother’s murder, and the more time that passes, the more twisted he becomes.

  I turn to face him, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “When will I be leaving?”

  He glances behind me at Aldo and gives him a nod. “Right away.”

  Aldo comes forward and grabs hold of my shoulders. “The car is waiting to take you to the airport. All your things are packed and on the plane.”

  I stare at my father, dumbfounded by the sudden rush to ship me away. “Won’t you at least let me say goodbye to my friends?”

  My father shakes his head. “I won’t risk you running. Aldo is to take you straight to the airport.”

  It feels like my whole world is being torn apart as I struggle to draw breath into my lungs. I accept that my father has the power to rip me away from my home and force me into Milo Mazzeo’s arms, but cruelly forcing it on me so suddenly with no chance to say goodbye to my friends and my home is unfair.

  I step forward, breaking away from Aldo’s grasp. The coldness of my father’s stare makes me sure I can’t reason with him. So I don’t. I run for the way back down off the cliff, despite knowing I’ll probably be caught.

  I’m only a few feet from the descent when Aldo’s arms wrap around my waist. He drags me back to my father while I fight in his grasp.

  “Stop this at once, Aida.” My father grabs my wrists hard and forces me to stop fighting.

  He nods at Aldo, and before I register his plan, a needle stabs into my neck.

  “What the hell?” I ask, stumbling to grab my neck where they drugged me.

  “It is best if you can’t fight. By the time you wake up, you will be in America,” my father says with no sign of remorse.

  I shake my head in utter disbelief. “You drugged me?” My vision starts to blur as I stumble into Aldo. He holds onto me, taking my weight. The warmth of the sun penetrates my skin as I start to feel my head spin.

  “It’s for your own good,” my father says, making my chest ache.

  None of this is for my own good. My father’s greed is more important than his only child. Pain clutches around my throat as I try not to cry—crying right now would be pathetic.

  “You will be in Boston before you know it and married. Your life here will be a memory. Embrace it,” my father says, staring into my eyes with such coldness. “Goodbye.” He turns away and walks toward the edge of the cliff as my vision darkens.

  “Aldo, please don’t do this,” I plead.

  He wraps his arms around my waist and hoists me over his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a choice.”

  It feels like the world starts to spin as the drugs infect my bloodstream. I don’t have long until I’ll be unconscious and ripped away from everything I’ve known and love. My father is about to thrust me into the hands of a man so cruel I can’t even begin to fathom what he might do to me.

  The last thing I remember is the warmth of the Sicilian sun penetrating my skin and the far-off sound of waves crashing against the shore as everything goes dark.

  2

  Milo

  I check my tie in the mirror, making sure I look presentable. Fabio Altieri controls Sicily. Binding our two mafia organizations together through marriage is the key if we wish to grow beyond North America’s walls.

  Global expansion has been on my list of goals for a long time, and Fabio has made it possible. I met him in Sicily two months ago to agree on the deal which involved me marrying his daughter. A woman I’ve never met.

  I never wanted to marry, but I agree that it’s the only way to secure our partnership since Aida Alteri is his only heir. It surprised me that we agreed on the wedding date in four days, two months ago, yet he waited until today to send her to me. He isn’t even accompanying her or attending the wedding.

  Aida is twenty-one years old, and according to her father, she’s a virgin. A wife wasn’t in my life plans, but I’ll enjoy breaking in a virgin. She’ll be my slave and possession—nothing more than an outlet for my desires. Her father must not care for her much, sending her across the Atlantic alone into my hands.

  Her plane is due to touch down within an hour. I turn away from the mirror and glance around the office, making sure I have everything I need. Once satisfied, I walk out of the room.

  My capo, Piero, is waiting outside of my office. He averts his gaze as I approach as a sign of respect, keeping his head bowed.

  “Sir, I have news on Luigi.”

  Luigi is one of my soldiers who fucked up a drug deal yesterday evening and hasn’t been seen since. “You found him?”

  Piero nods, meeting my gaze. “Yes, we have him locked in the basement.” He tilts his head to the side. “What do you want me to do with him?”

  I clench my jaw, knowing I don’t have the time to torture him thoroughly myself right now. My future wife is already getting in the way of my operations. “Start torturing him for information. I want to know what happened, but make sure he’s alive when I get back.” I meet Piero’s gaze. “You know his life is mine to take.”

  Piero nods. “Of course, sir.” He glances at the door to my office. “Do you need me to make any arrangements for your wedding or wife to be?”

  I raise a brow. “No, all is in hand. I am going to meet her at the airport in—�
� I check my watch. “Forty minutes, so I need to get going. James is waiting with the car outside.”

  Piero bows his head. “I’m sorry for keeping you, sir.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.” I walk away down the corridor. “Remember, Luigi is mine,” I remind as I walk toward the exit of my home.

  The drive to the airport is about forty minutes, which means I might be late. My fiancé will have to learn that she waits as long as necessary for me. She’ll be nothing more than my slave to do as I say when I say. All I hope is that she will be as easy to deal with as her father, Fabio, promised me.

  I don’t need any trouble from a woman. All I need is a submissive that will do as she is told and be mine to fuck when I want. A wife to me means nothing more than a slave. I won’t tolerate disobedience, and if she’s heard any rumors about me, she’ll know not to push me.

  A dark and twisted part of me hopes she has no idea what kind of man I am. I want a sheltered and innocent woman to take and mold. Fabio assured me that his daughter is beautiful. If she’s not, I won’t be happy with him. Beauty is subjective, and all fathers believe their daughters are beautiful.

  Olivia approaches me, carrying my briefcase. “James is ready for you, sir, and I got together the papers you wanted to go through in the car.” She passes me the case.