Where I was fucking great at my knives, Rocco could kill a man ten different ways with his bare hands. A former Navy SEAL, he had taken up with the Cavazzo Mafia when his fiancée had been killed in a turf war.
Cosimo had told me many times that he had never seen such a big man move with such stealth or elicit such screams from his victims. I had the good sense to keep Rocco on as my second when Cosimo died.
“Good, because word is out.”
He chuckled. “Did you think it wouldn’t be? You practically rub your balls in their faces and dared them to come after you.”
I gave him a rare grin. Rocco was the only person that would ever see me like this, not as the powerful Don but as a man who was hell-bent on making a name for himself. I knew he wouldn’t betray me and would take a bullet for me if there ever came a need to do so.
If I had been keen on having friends, he would have been the closest person to take that title.
“Did you expect me to do it any differently?”
He shook his head, his eyes flickering to the ceiling. “Want me to put a guard on her too?”
“No,” I stated, the grin fading. “I’m about to handle her myself.” My cock ached at the thought of her on her knees, big eyes looking up at me while her plump lips were wrapped around it.
Rocco shrugged. “I’ll be around then.”
I waited until he had left before I exited the office, and headed toward the stairs. Leda was mine. I didn’t need anyone to help with watching out for her, which was one of the reasons that I had left her door unlocked.
I wanted to see how far that defiance was going to be pushed. I had expected a meek and mild Mafia princess, knowing she had grown up in a world where she had always expected to be a trophy wife one day.
I hadn’t expected a hellcat with claws, but that only made me want her more.
I liked the challenge. Hell, I relished in it.
It would make breaking her in the end so much more rewarding, and she was guaranteed to give me a fight.
The thought of her trying to fight me made me fucking hard as a rock.
I reached the second landing, passing by my bedroom as I walked to hers. Likely by now she had found the lingerie in the wardrobe and knew what my plans were for her.
My cock throbbed as I thought about which outfit she was wearing or if she was wearing anything at all.
Would she give herself to me to get out of this situation? Would she be lying on the bed, those hazel green eyes flashing at me warily as I entered the room, her body primed for my touch?
Fuck, I hoped so. It had been some time since I had buried myself in a woman with some fight in her, and Leda was already driving me wild.
The door was still closed, and I turned the knob, pushing it open slowly in case she had decided not to give in and had found a weapon instead. Rocco had walked through the room himself, removing any chance of her arming herself. But she was crafty, and I left nothing to chance.
There was no attack, but my feet faltered on the plush carpeting when I saw the open balcony door and the flash of a leg as Leda heaved herself over the railing.
Fuck me. I raced over, my heart fucking stopping in my chest. She had jumped.
But then the gleaming white sheet caught my eye, and I came to the railing just in time to watch her shimmy down the rest of the sheet. She looked up, and I wanted to smirk at her.
“Run if you want,” I called out. “You won’t get far.”
Leda’s eyes narrowed, and she shot me the middle finger before taking off across the grass. When she was out of earshot, I chuckled to myself, watching as she disappeared into the night. A monster stirred in me and I felt my balls ache for release at what was about to happen.
I liked when they ran.
I loved a good chase.
And when I caught up with Leda, she was going to wish she had never run.
Chapter 12