by Diana Layne
“You take care of yourself,” Ben said. He switched Angel to one arm and wrapped his free arm around MJ who still held Cy. The three of them—and a temporary dog—together.
“I always do, darling.” Tasha opened the door. “Next time you see me, I’ll have Niko with me,” she predicted.
“Good luck,” Ben added.
“I make my own luck,” she said, “Trust me on that.”
After watching Tasha in action, the woman had MJ’s full trust that was for sure. MJ knew there was no one, besides Ben, who she’d rather work with. She knew Tasha would succeed.
“But thanks for the good wishes,” Tasha added with a wave.
And then she shut the door behind her.
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(Turn the page to read the first chapter of The Good Daughter, a Vista Security prequel.)
THE GOOD DAUGHTER
A 2012 RT Book Reviews Indie Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance Nominee!
Most good daughters would say they owe their fathers everything. Marisa Peruzzo, Mafia princess, would.
She owed him for killing her fiancé.
She owed him for destroying her mother.
She owed him for chaining her to the 'family business'.
And she owed him for taking away her lifelong friend.
Payback's a bitch.
Chapter 1
Naples, Italy
Hurry! Dai, andiamo!
Marisa Peruzzo slammed on the Audi’s horn, the blaring sound having little effect in the din and congestion. The tangled morning traffic crawled, and the cobblestone streets crammed with cars and lined with historic buildings, were too narrow for her to pass. Trapped.
No! Her brother had too much of a head start for her to be trapped.
“Merda.” She hit the redial button on her cell phone. She had called the number ten times in as many minutes.
“Come on, Paolo, answer,” she muttered.
His voicemail clicked on again. She screamed, raised her arm to hurl the phone, and just managed to stop herself before she smashed it on the dashboard. It would be of no use if it were shattered. And maybe, just maybe, Paolo would get her earlier frantic message and call.
“Be safe, be safe, be safe.” Her chants alternated with curses at her father and brother.
What she’d overheard—the casual way her father had told her brother to ‘deal with them’ and her brother’s sinister laugh in response had her dashing out the door the first moment she could escape.
What did Massimo have planned to ‘deal with them’? Them being Paolo and his father Giuseppe. It couldn’t be good.
Her brother, capable of many atrocities, took a special delight in torture, breaking legs, crushing hands. Once he’d castrated a man for making a pass at his girlfriend.
Marisa’s stomach clambered up high to her throat.
Don’t think about it. Concentrate on reaching Paolo. If only she hadn’t been delayed by her father trying to initiate trivial early morning chitchat. At least he hadn’t caught her eavesdropping, hadn’t learned her secret, that she’d been the one feeding information to the Guardia de Finanza, Italy’s anti-Mafia force, in an attempt to stop him and his dealings. He would have had his ever-present bodyguards take her hostage if that had happened.
Carlo Peruzzo had that kind of power. After what he had done to her mother, Marisa wouldn’t put anything past him. When she learned the truth that his actions had robbed her of a sane, cognizant mother, it only made Marisa more determined to bring her father down. Her life had been hell with no one to protect her from her father’s machinations.
No, that she was still free to come and go was proof she hadn’t been the reason for his order, and she grasped hold of the slender tendril of hope that he said ‘deal with them’ and not ‘kill them’.
Paolo Zambrotta, a policeman dedicated to ending organized crime in Italy, was her chance to get out of the family crime business, her chance to make a new life for herself. Her chance for love, something she had never planned until she met him. Recently, she had even allowed herself to entertain visions of holding her and Paolo’s child in her arms.
She couldn’t let that chance be ruined!
Carlo had tried one warning already. He had ordered the Zambrotta family restaurant burned. Only Paolo’s father Giuseppe had witnessed the crime and was willing to testify. Paolo now held hope of getting at least some La Cosa Nostra, if not her father, locked away.
It had to be the upcoming trial. Carlo must be worried about a conviction. Giuseppe had been sequestered and untouchable. Perhaps poppa thought to send another message to the older man by going after Paolo this time.
“Oh, hurry!” Marisa punched the horn again.
As if in an answer to her prayers, the snarl untangled just enough so that–
At the unexpected opportunity, she stomped the accelerator, bullying her Audi V8 through a small opening in the traffic, somehow managing not to crash into another car.
Springing free of the congestion, she sent her thanks heavenwards and floored the gas pedal, working the gearshift like a pro to race up the steep hill to Giuseppe’s house. Paolo was due to pick up his father from protective custody for the first court date—she glanced at her watch—oh, no! Her heart thudded. He would have to pick Giuseppe up in mere moments to arrive at court in time.
More than a block away, she grabbed her phone again. Hit redial. She swerved around the corner onto Giuseppe’s street.
The phone was ringing.
But she was almost there. She could see the house, Paolo’s familiar dusty white Fiat parked out front. She smiled. The day suddenly seemed brighter. Relief almost made her limp–
The explosion rocked her Audi. Flames shot fifty feet in the air, glass shattered. She slammed on the brakes, her car screeching as it slid to a stop. The impact threw her head into the deployed air bag. The phone flew out of her hand.
Then everything went silent.
Her head pounding, blood dripping from her nose and a cut on her forehead, her vision blurred, she dragged her gaze upward and stared in horror at the fire blazing before her.
Paolo’s car engulfed in flames.
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Table of Contents
Cover Page
Reviews
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapt
er 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
The Good Daughter