Russo: His Untold Story (Blacklisted #3) Read Online Free PDF

once I got them off. I lifted my head to the mirror, groaning a little when I saw the bruising forming from my fresh wound. I deserved it, I couldn’t be mad at her for hitting me after everything I had done to her.
    When I came out more than half an hour later that little minx was in the kitchen, beautiful smells drifting throughout the apartment. I couldn’t have made her more perfect if I tried—and all I could think was she would leave when this was all done. She’d never stay with a crook like me; some asshole who dragged her into all this mess. Some fuck who went off killing anyone he deemed deserved it. No—I wasn’t good enough for her, I never could be.
    She beckoned me towards the kitchen, had me sit and served me as if I wasn’t the biggest fucking schmuck in the world. We didn’t talk until she asked about what happened, and I was honest about it all. I didn’t want to hide anything from her—I just wanted her to trust me, I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her.
    When I finished describing it all I looked at her, curious what was coursing through her mind. I bet she wanted to run—but she knew she couldn’t, she was my prisoner.
    “Are you scared of me, Gabriella?”
    “No, I don’t feel like I am. I understand why you did the things you did. I may not personally be able to take a life, but I understand why you did it.” Madonn, why did you send me this girl now? Why not a year later, when all of this was behind me? She was so fucking intoxicating; pulling me in when she wasn’t even trying. She was moving away from me but I wasn’t going to let that happen—I needed to touch her. I followed behind her, wrapping my arms tightly around her form before I asked again.
    “Are you positive you aren’t scared?” My face was inches from her ear, and I could smell the shampoo she had used that morning. She always smelt so fucking good, I couldn’t understand how some $3 shit from the store made me this crazy.
    “I’m not afraid of you.” Those words were all I needed to hear. I carried her to my room, and showed her just how much I wanted her to say. I worshipped every inch of her, the sounds she made… the way her lips dropped open. I would never let anything happen to this girl, whether she wanted me around or not.
    As hours passed my stomach grumbled, alerting me to the fact that I had worked off that meal she made me. When I told her I was hungry all she could do was laugh, her face lighting up like a little kid. How was I going to keep my sanity when she was gone?
    Days passed and blurred together. I rarely let her sleep alone now; I always wanted her near me. I knew I was confusing her, what I was doing was no good for her and I didn’t care. I was a selfish fuck, if it hasn’t been evident yet. I was starting to create new ideas in my head, new ways to make this work, new ways to show her she was more to me than a piece of ass during this deluded situation.
    “You need to let me get outside, Michael.” She wasn’t asking. She hadn’t been outside in over a week and I knew it was probably starting to get to her. But she didn’t know what I had planned for her yet—she didn’t know that she’d get to do more than talk a lap around the warehouse. I wanted to end this and end it fast. After days of surveillance I knew Genovese’s empire was starting to crumble. Guys were gettin’ nervous now that a few of them had turned up dead. Genovese’s obsession with my beautiful girl had made him stray far from the path. He wasn’t taking care of business and people were starting to notice.
    “Actually, I was thinking the same thing. Brie can you be completely honest about something?”
    “Yeah? What’s the problem?”
    “Do you still want to help?” I knew what I was asking her was wrong. I was making it seem too simple, too easy—but if she knew too much it would never work. It had to be this way.
    “Yes, I do. Not just for what he’s done to me, or those other families—I