Dangerous Beauty: Part Two: A Mafia Princess Read Online Free PDF

staircase with plush carpet and a cherry wood railing to hear her captors better.
    “What other business do we have in Italy?” a man asked. His voice was very deep, and he had a thick Italian accent.
    “Nothing else, brother, I handled everything. You don’t need to worry. Just focus on being here for my nephew and future niece,” another man said. His accent was thick, too.
    “I’m worried about her. She was in the medically-induced coma for two days. They kept her in the hospital one day more after that. Her injury is healing well, and she’s healthy. The doctor gave the okay, so they flew her home two days ago. He said it’s just a matter of waiting until she’s ready to fully wake up. She woke up yesterday muttering about her father, but then she was out again. What she went through was quite traumatic, and the doctor thinks she may experience some psychological effects from this.”
    “She’s strong. Brother. She fought hard to stay alive, and with each passing day, she’s getting stronger. The doctor said her quick recovery amazed him. He said she should be back to herself in no time. There was no brain damage, and she seemed fine— but out of it— when she woke up on her last day in the hospital. If the doctor says we no longer need to worry, I believe him.”
    “I do, too, Angelo,” another heavily accented man added. “She’s Spook’s daughter, you know. She made it out of that hit job alive, so this is a piece of cake for her,” the man said, and Carter could hear the smile in his voice.
    Carter frowned and started descending the stairs to hear the men better.
What the hell was going on? Who are these men and how do they know her father?
    “Is she still here?” a man asked.
    Carter made it to the bottom of the steps and finally got a visual. There were four men sitting in a beautifully decorated living area. All of them wore glasses and were looking down at what Carter assumed were very important papers in their hands. They were about forty-something, and quite good-looking, if she did say so herself. There were two on the large, plush, tan couch. One man had inky black hair and frowned as his sky blue eyes perused the papers in his hands. The other had brown hair and thick eyebrows that Carter found simultaneously attractive and comical. On the opposite side of the room sat one man on a smaller couch. His thick, black hair was pushed back from his handsome face and ended at his shoulders. Carter paused to admire his striking, gray eyes. They were so familiar, but she couldn’t think of where she could have seen them before. She looked at the long-legged man sitting in a single chair at the head of the room. She didn’t know who he was, but his presence was the most dominant of them all, so she was sure he was the man in charge
. This must be his house,
Carter thought as she continued to look at him. His face was also familiar— Carter couldn’t understand why because she was pretty sure she’d never seen any of them before. But looking at him, she felt something— she just didn’t know what. The man had black hair, but he was looking down, and she couldn’t see his eyes.
    “Yes. She said she isn’t leaving this time, but I don’t know. Last I checked, she was in the garden. She hasn’t spoken, not to me at least. I can tell she’s hurting, but you know Ana. She chooses to be alone instead of asking for comfort,” the boss said to the inky black-haired man.
    Carter frowned
. Who is Ana?
    She didn’t understand how these men knew that Spook was her father, but she wasn’t going to stick around and find out. She didn’t know these people, and she didn’t want to be here anymore. Since the room was full of bone crushers, Carter decided she would just sneak out the front door and pray to God there was no security in front of the house. If she ran into security on the way out, she’d just kill them. It’s not like they didn’t deserve—
    “Carter?”
    She heard the deep voice