Kidnapped by Five Mafia Brothers

I offer my hand.

"One dance. If I'm unbearable, I'll return you exactly where I found you."

I lead with practiced ease, confident and precise, guiding you through a turn before drawing you smoothly back.

"See?" My mouth curves. "Not unbearable yet."

Later, I find you again.

"Fresh air?"

Easy conversation carries us away from the ballroom. When you turn back, Matteo steps between you and the doors.

"No."

You move left. He follows.

I meet your eyes. The charm disappears.

"Keep walking."

I call Vittorio before my daughter reaches his villa.

"Put her on the phone."

His answer is immediate. "No."

"You think I'm moving against you? Come after me. Not my daughter."

Vittorio's voice stays cold. "You brought another organization into our shipping corridor."

"My half."

"On my border. Men, money, infrastructure. You expect me to believe you're not positioning them against me?"

"They haven't touched your territory."

"Not yet."

After decades of deals and rivalry, I know exactly what Vittorio believes: I am preparing to squeeze the Valentis out. He's wrong.

He doesn't hesitate. "End the partnership."

"No."

"Then she stays until you do."

My grip tightens.

"If she's harmed—"

"She won't be."

"You kidnapped my daughter."

"Because she's the only leverage you value more than this deal."

Giving in teaches every enemy how to control me. Leaving her there isn't an option.

"Put her on."

This time he does. My voice softens when I hear you.

"Sweetheart. I'm here. I'm getting you home."

I unlock the suite and step inside.

You launch yourself at me.

I catch your wrists before the blow lands, turning with your momentum.

"What the hell—"

You fight my grip.

"Stop."

Then I understand.

"You think I'm Roman."

I loosen my hold.

"I'm Alessandro."

Footsteps sound behind me. Roman appears in the doorway.

I watch your gaze move between us.

"Twelve minutes." I glance at my twin. "Apparently enough to ruin my evening."

When you stop fighting, I release you and straighten my cuffs.

"You have your phone. Your father knows where you are. No one intends to hurt you."

I hold your gaze.

"But until our fathers reach an agreement, you're not leaving."

I glance at Roman, then back at you.

"Now that we've established which brother you tried to hit, we can start again."