Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series

by Blake, Carina

  Once we come down from our fantastic orgasms, I pull out of her and run to the shower, and then I come back and scoop her off the bed. “I want to spend the day with you, but not inside of you, Señora Serrano. I need to spoil my queen. How about a day of just you and me?”

  “That would be great, but I promised your mother we would have dinner with her and Hector.”

  “Then we shall spend most of the day together.”

  * * *

  I take her hand and lead her down to my office. “I know you’ve never really been in here, but I wanted to show you where I work when I’m home. Besides, I have a present for you.”

  “A present?”

  “Yes. It’s not even a present. It’s more me making up for being a dick.” I hand her a pretty pink gift bag with several things. She gasps when she sees the new tablet. “There’s more.”

  She digs in there to find a credit card with her name on it. “What? I thought after I stole yours—” I press my fingers to her lips.

  “You wouldn’t have to have stolen mine if I’d trusted you enough to give you one to begin with. I should have given you that right away. I let my fear of losing you get the better of me.”

  “I appreciate this. I don’t think I really have a need. A lot of what I bought was just to piss you off.”

  “Well, I want you to know that I’ll still chase you down if you ever think of running.”

  “It’s a good thing I don’t actually run.”

  “What? I thought you ran.” I do my best to glare at her.

  “I was trying to make you feel bad.”

  “I think it’s time for me to take you to see everything the estate has. It’s yours, after all.” We spend the rest of the day going around the house, out to the large gardens in our jeep to the stable full of horses.

  “Ugh. I can’t believe no one told me about the horses. I’ve always wanted to ride one, and now I’m pregnant,” she whines with a pout that breaks my heart.

  “How about we ride one together and I’ll make sure you’re safe?”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, and I’ll teach you to ride once our little one comes.”

  “Thank you.” Damn, I love seeing that light in her eyes.

  “Saddle up my horse.” Five minutes later, I introduce her to my horse, Raven, and then I lift her onto him before climbing on behind her. “Come on, boy. Lets take Mama for a ride.” I cradle her belly with one hand and the reins with the other. Giving him a little heel tap, we take a slow pass around the estate. Dove tenses up, keeping her eyes shut tight. “Calm down, love. I’m not going to let you fall.” I brush my lips against her hair, and then she finally settles.

  “This is amazing, Victor.”

  “It really is.” This feels so right that I don’t want to take a moment to let her go, but I don’t want to make her sick, so we return to the stables.

  “Thank you. Today has been wonderful.”

  “Thank you for giving me another chance.” I kiss her and pull away. “We have dinner plans and if I keep this up, we’ll be late.”

  “If you keep it up, we’ll be having dinner in bed.” An hour later, we’re arriving at my mother’s house. Dinner turns out to be a feast and a pleasant evening. It’s late when I finally carry my bride to bed.

  * * *

  The next day, I wait for their flight to land while doing my homework on my guest. From everything on the file and what I’ve learned, he’s on the up and up, but it’s all the things that aren’t recorded that keep our worlds running. It’s the reason we’re not all incarcerated although he’d already been there, so I must be careful.

  My phone pings, and I know it’s my wife. I’ve only been gone for thirty minutes, but she was apprehensive about me meeting anyone from another crime family.

  Dove: Please be safe. I smile, loving how good it feels knowing she cares. I’ve become a big pussy when it comes to Dove, but I’m not ashamed of that shit. Fernando lets out a chuckle after seeing my expression. I flip him off and then go back to texting my wife.

  Me: Always. I must come back to my queen.

  Dove: You better. I’m horny. Fuck me. She’s learning how to get to me. I have to get my cock under control. I don’t want to give Santino the wrong impression, especially when his wife is there.

  Me: Good. I’m going to lick every drop of cum from your slit as you ride my face.

  Dove: Speaking of cum. I can still taste you on my tongue. Can you get addicted? I think I am. Holy fuck, I’m in trouble. She walked up to me in just her bra and panties in the closet as I started buttoning my shirt. She dropped to her knees and freed me, demanding to be fed. I came so hard and fast, dribbling my release over her lips and breasts. It was so damn sexy, I’m hard with just the image in my head.

  Me: Brat. I’ll be back to feed your addiction later. Be good. I love you.

  Dove: I love you too.

  Smiling like a fool to myself, I love hearing her say she loves me. It’s a feeling I’d never expected until I met her. Then I dreamed to hear the words from her lips, and now I crave them beyond belief.

  “They’re landing.” Fernando says from the front seat. I have four armored vehicles with six men. As the plane comes to a stop, my team readies for a possible confrontation even if we’re supposed to be on the same side. Exiting the plane a minute later are two large men in suits, scanning the area for snipers. Then out steps Santino Benedetti and a petite brunette at his side who must be his bride, Giada. The slight swell of her stomach and his hand resting lightly on it gives away her condition, which means his intentions are more than friendly.

  “Bring the vehicle closer for Mrs. Benedetti, Fernando.” I step out of my vehicle and nod as I make my way toward them.

  “Hello, Mr. Serrano. I’m Santino, and this is my wife, Giada.”

  “Welcome to Spain, Santino, Mrs. Benedetti. I’m pleased to have you stay with us. My wife will be pleased to have another expecting woman around her.” Fernando steps out and stands guard, watching Santino’s guard. “I thought it best not to make you walk far.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Serrano.”

  “Call me Victor, please. I’d like you to ride with me.” I point to the other vehicle nearest us. “One of your men can go in with my driver, Julian.” Santino nods to one of them, who walks over to the other vehicle.

  “Please climb in.” They do while one of their guards hops in the front seat. My phone pings, and I check it out. “It’s the wife. She’s anxious for your arrival.”

  “I’m excited too. I’ve been talking Santino’s ear off. I don’t have a lot of female friends. One of them is his mother.”

  “Then you have something in common with my wife. She is with my mother most days, and they spend most days cooking.”

  “We have a lot more in common than that, I suppose. I was an Avanti,” she confesses, as if I’m not already aware of that.

  Santino growls, holding her close. “Not anymore, my love.”

  Santino looks over his wife to me and says, “My hatred for that man knows no bounds. I’ve already informed my wife that I want his head on a platter, and she has no problem with that other than she doesn’t want me to get my hands dirty.”

  “So this is where I come in?” I chuckle. I suspected that was the case.

  “Yes. Although I’d love to be involved as much as possible. I hate that bastard more than anyone. I’m sure there are others who’d love to see him being devoured by wild animals.”

  “We can make that happen. I’m all for making a body disappear.”

  “No offense, you two, but can you wait until I’m out of hearing distance? My stomach isn’t the strongest right now, and even though he’s a bastard and I hate him, he’s the reason I was born. I don’t want my baby’s ears to hear about his terrible grandfather’s demise.”

  “I’m sorry, my love.”

  “My apologies, Mrs. Benedetti.”

  “You guys can do all that manly bonding over bodies later while us gir
ls chit chat and eat.” She waves it off.

  We both chuckle as she smiles, leaning on her husband’s shoulder.

  As soon as we enter the estate, Mrs. Benedetti gasps. “This place is beautiful.”

  “Thank you. It’s been in my family for centuries, and of course it has a lot of modern updates.”

  The SUV comes to a stop, and Fernando and their guard get out at the same time and open the doors for us. I exit with Fernando and see my bride rushing toward me. “You’re back.”

  “Be careful,” I growl, wrapping her legs around my waist and giving her a big kiss. “I told you I would be.”

  “I was worried,” she confesses, squeezing me tightly before I set her back on her feet.

  “I’m here, mi amor, but let me introduce you to our guests. This is Santino and Giada Benedetti.” I turn to my guests and add, “This beautiful woman is my queen, Dove Serrano.”

  “It’s wonderful to have you with us. Please come in. It’s about to rain.” She brushes the hair out of her face. We lead them inside when Dove asks, “Is anyone hungry?”

  “It seems I’m always hungry these days,” Giada says.

  “Let’s decide what to make while the men talk shop.” Dove pulls out of my grasp, but I drag her back for one more kiss. I’m not the only one with that idea. Santino pulls his wife into his arms just as I cup my wife’s face. “God, I love you, Dove.”

  The ladies walk toward the kitchen, and I tell him, “Let’s go to my office.”

  He nods but doesn’t take his eyes off of his wife until they’re out of sight. “Lead the way.” Once we’re inside, I offer a chair. “Would you like something to drink?”

  “No, thank you.” He adjusts his coat and sits down. “I’m ready to get this talk started.”

  “Good.” I take a seat behind my desk. “So what are you thinking?”

  “I want his head on a motherfucking salver. My wife suffered at the hands of my brother and his father because of Avanti. There are no words for the revenge I want to exact on them, but I’m not a mobster. I never set out to be one.”

  “That’s fine, but how come you haven’t had one of your buddies do the deed? I hear you have connections with the Russians and with the new Irish mob.”

  “Yeah. They would easily take out the trash, but Avanti has so many people in power around him. I thought he had you backing him, but my guy working the valet told me you might be the right person to speak with.”

  “He was right. Not only did he tell her she’d be dead if she didn’t cooperate, Avanti’s the one her father owed the money to. I paid five hundred thousand for my wife, and the bastard only needed fifty thousand. It’s not that the money was spent for my wife—I would have given up everything I have for her—but not to that piece of shit.”

  “I want him to be destroyed, but I’d prefer if I was out of the country when it happened. I know you don’t owe me anything, but I wanted to speak with you first about it.”

  “Do you have something in mind?”

  “So we won’t be taking too much of your time, my wife and I are scheduled to travel to my company’s manufacturing facilities in Africa.”

  “Where? We have several from South Africa, Morocco, and Djibouti.”

  “We’ll be busy, but I will say this. I’d wait before you strike on Avanti. I’ve heard some rumors, and there are other heads about to roll soon. I’d wait until next month. It’s a short window to strike, but it’s the best way to get to him.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean someone else is going to meet their fate, and you might catch yourself as a suspect if you head in too soon.”

  “Understood.” We might be getting along, and I see we could be good friends, but trust takes more than one or two conversations. What happens from now until Avanti’s body is ice cold can determine our relationship. A minute later, I get a picture on my phone with Dove and a dollop of cream on her finger.

  “They’re having a good time.”

  “I’m glad. So instead of barging in on them, tell me about your vineyard. I heard it’s expansive.”

  We spend the next hour shooting the shit about everything from the vineyard and his lumber exports while our women are building a bond filling the house with giggles. I have a feeling they’re going out to the enclosed patio, which is just past my office. Their bond will solidify ours because neither of us want our wives upset, so we’ll automatically play nice. Besides, Santino seems like a good guy.

  15

  Dove

  “Oh my goodness. I love this kitchen.”

  “Giada, this is my chef, Geraldo. Geraldo, this is Mrs. Benedetti.”

  “Hello, ma’am. Are you ladies interested in some homemade whipped cream?”

  I turn my head and look at him like he’s crazy. “That’s a stupid question.” I swipe a large spoon and scoop out a bunch for Giada and then one for me.

  “Oh, hell, this is so good. It’s much better than the can.”

  “Thank you. Although I’m partial to the can. Do you want some strawberry tarts or apple pie?”

  “Can we have both?” I ask while Giada rubs her hands together. She pulls out her phone and takes a picture of herself with the cream. “I want to tease the hubby.”

  “That sounds like a great idea,” I agree, taking my phone out of my back pocket.

  “Here, let me take it. I think since I met Santino, I fell in love with taking photos.” She snaps a couple of shots of me licking whipped cream off my finger and I love most of them, but I send him the one that’s the cutest and veiled in intent.

  “Thanks. I’m asking for it.”

  “I bet. I just sent Santino one, and he’s going to be all growly soon. He doesn’t flip me over his shoulder anymore because he’s worried about hurting the baby, but it doesn’t stop him from scooping me up.”

  “Here you ladies are.” I completely forgot that Geraldo’s right there listening, and we both blush.

  “Can we talk in private?” she whispers to me.

  “Sure. Let’s go into the enclosed patio, but let’s take our goodies with us.”

  She turns to Geraldo. “Thank you for the treats.”

  “My pleasure.” He’s always proud to have people to praise his work. It’s not often that he has anyone else to feed but Victor and me, so I’m expecting a masterpiece for dinner.

  “We totally embarrassed him,” I giggle as I lead the way past Victor’s office.

  “I’m so glad I didn’t say what we did with the can,” she says, snickering as I open the doors to my little paradise. Flowers hang from the wooden slatted roof, and in the center is a large patio set. The rain starts to fall onto the reinforced glass above us, creating our own little world of beauty.

  “This is beautiful. I’m taking notes because Santino’s ready to spoil me any way I want.”

  “Thank you. He looks like he’s just as nuts as Victor.”

  “Totally as crazy. It’s so nice to just be around a woman my own age.”

  “Me too.” We take bites out of our desserts. We should have had a meal, but we can wait until later. “Would you like a water?”

  “Sure.” I walk to the cooler off in the corner and grab two waters.

  After taking a drink, she asks, “So I wanted to ask how you met Victor.”

  “I don’t know how much you know about your father’s activities.”

  “Pretty much everything,” she confesses, looking disheartened. I know her story. I remember hearing about it from my father as a warning of what Avanti was capable of.

  “It was at the virgin sale party.”

  “Oh. Did he buy yours?” she asks, taking a bite of her pie as if it’s not a big deal.

  “Yes. I know it’s terrible, but he saved me from one of the other slimy men.” I don’t want anyone thinking bad about Victor. I know his motives were genuine and loving, even if it took us forever to realize it.

  She nods. “Your husband seems like Santino, obsessed with his wife.”


  “It took us a while to work it out. He thought I couldn’t love him because of it, but in all honesty, I couldn’t hate the man who saved me from something fucked up.”

  “Yes, Santino saved me, but I wasn’t that lucky. It took a while and I lived in hell, but he took me and told me I was his. I welcomed his passion and love, even if it scared me.” I take a bite of my food, feeling the weight of the conversation, remembering who I’m talking to. Giada suffered more than most at the hands of those close to her. At least my mother died and didn’t sell me off.

  I reach out and squeeze her hand. “I feel like we’ve lived similar lives.”

  She smiles. “We have. I’m so grateful that you were rescued. Now if my father was taken down, we could save others. I know that the other families don’t deal in human trafficking or at least they’re undercover about it, but my father flaunted his mistresses and the fact that he slept with many of the women that enter our home. Honestly, I’m happy Victor got you out because my father would have taken you after you’d serviced whoever bought you.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “He has a thing for blondes, gorgeous ones.”

  “What?” Victor snarls, causing us to jump and my fork to fall on the floor. He picks it up as he rushes to my side. He rubs my back and then kisses the crown of my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you ladies, but you said he’s interested in my wife.”

  She frowns as Santino sits by her in another chair, taking her hand. “I don’t know that for certain, but I know his past reputation. He always gives the ones he wants to bed a special piece of jewelry to wear with a tracker.”

  I look at Victor, and I can see the wheels in his head turning. I most definitely received one of the special pieces. “What? Baby, where is that piece of jewelry?”

  “I took it off in the shower that night. I left it in the bathroom.”