Marked For Love (Mob Romance) by Cristina Grenier Read Free Book Online

incredulous.
    Her father… pay …for her?
    Despite the very obvious danger of her current situation, Grace found nervous, almost hysterical laughter rising to her lips. It bubbled up and out of her, startling even the young woman herself as it filled the room. Grace simply couldn’t help herself. Literally hours before this little encounter, she had stormed from her father’s high profile party because he didn’t mind his colleagues groping her like she was a whore. Now, someone expected him to pay half a million dollars for her?
    This was a man who couldn’t even be bothered to get her a birthday card – to jump her car when they had lived in the same household. Whoever these people were, they didn’t know nearly as much about Ignacio Trellis as they thought they did.
    Grace went on laughing, high and shrill, right up until the moment a very familiar glock was pressed, once again, against her forehead. Of course, the moment the incentive was right, she had no problem snapping her mouth shut as fear twisted its way through her gut. Her chest heaving in fright, she gazed up at her captor, who now held a gun directly between her eyes. “Please, Grace.” He repeated lowly, gray eyes gleaming. “A little quieter.”
    She nodded once, even as she struggled with the desperation clawing at her ribcage. This wasn’t fair! Just because her father was in trouble with God knew what kind of huge big shot criminal, she had been kidnapped and was now forced to endure threats under extreme duress? A man who, while admittedly extremely attractive but obviously very violent, pressing a gun to her temple every other moment!?
    She needed to calm down. She realized that the way she was reacting now was largely due to the stress she was currently under. She had to take a moment, assess the situation, and talk to her captor - make him aware of exactly how futile this situation was.
    She drew a shuddering breath, trying to get past the cold metal against her forehead. “Look,” She tried softly, gazing from the man currently threatening her to the other two, both of whom had gone into high alert the moment she had started cackling like a maniac; though that, she had to admit, was a bit understandable.
    The blonde had a hand on the gun at his waist while his darker haired companion had the clip to the Beretta in his opposite hand. “I don’t know what you’ve been told, but there is no way my father is going to pay anything for me. This is all a big mistake, so please, just let me go.”
    After a terse moment, the man above her reluctantly withdrew his gun from her temple before holstering it, gesturing to his comrades to do the same with their weapons. Leaning down to fix her with his intimidating gaze, he stared at her for long enough to make her squirm in discomfort before finally answering her plea. “For your sake, I hope you’re wrong.” Before she could protest, the man lifted her from the couch to carry her across the length of the hotel room to a door hidden behind an artfully placed changing screen. Beyond lay an elegantly decorated bedroom that seemed almost surreal in the current circumstances.
    She was tossed onto the bed where she bounced briefly before coming to a rest on her side. “Not a word.” The warning made her shiver at its iciness before the door closed behind her, leaving the young woman alone and uncertain in the darkness.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three: Distraction
     
    Vicente lay awake, staring at the ceiling as he contemplated the words Grace Trellis had whispered to him before he’d put her away.
    The young woman had to be completely overreacting. Of course, it had taken everything he had to pay attention to the words she’d spoken and not the lush body on the cusp of falling from the scant dress that contained it. Vicente didn’t know if he was more scandalized that she would attend an event with her father dressed so briefly, or that the sight of her in it was nearly enough to drive