A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 113

The plane hit the tarmac and the first thing I did was dial John’s number. I descended the airstairs as John picked up the

call.

“What happened?”

“They took him, Alessandro. I got there a little too late. They killed off our men on the gates and took him.”

“Fuck! FUCK!”

I went to my warehouse because I need to know what had happened and how it had fucking happened. I needed a plan, a fucking plan to get him back but before that, I needed to know who the fuck had the balls to steal something that belongs

to me.

This is what the underworld is about. No one is safe here, not if you’re the fucking boss, not if you’re a soldier. Our daughters, sister, and wives were used, raped, and beaten because our enemies needed just a single weakness to grab you by the balls. It’s what I would have done, too. I’m not above exploiting my enemies‘ weaknesses, no matter how fucking innocent the weakness is.

I was going fucking crazy thinking about the things that could happen to him. The way these men could exploit him, and abuse him. He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t fucking deserve any of it.

I went to where he had been staying. I looked for something, a fucking clue to lead to those bastards that had taken him. I looked at his stuff scattered around and something tightened in my throat and pierced me in the fucking chest.

Jack was restless as well, I know he has grown to care about him. In the last month, he only spent most of his time with Jack. I should have never listened to him. I should have never allowed him to live in this cursed fucking house. All of my men were killed, their necks cut off before they took him.

I will go fucking crazy if they did anything to him, I’ll wipe any man and his family from the face of the earth.

A week passed by, a fucking week and I was nowhere close to finding him. The things that they could do to a teenage boy in a week were immeasurable. The thought that he might be dead messed with my sanity. The urge to drown myself in alcohol was strong but I stopped myself. I didn’t want to become that person anymore, the person who drove him away

My father was going crazy as I had missed my own wedding. It was an insult to Paul Salvatore but I could care less about any of that right now. The only thing that concerned me was Nikolai’s safety.

My phone buzzed and glanced at it to see an unknown number was calling me. The thought that it could be his kidnapper asking for ransom made me alert.

“I heard you were looking for him, Don Alessandro?” that was the first question the person on the other end had asked.

I gritted my teeth. “Mark…”

“Can I trust you with his safety? Because I love him like my own child and I can’t save him, I can’t do shit for him.”

“Where is he?”

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Chapter 113

“He had beaten him to a pulp, he can’t walk, heck, he can’t even sit. He is a child, he had nothing to do with all of this.

Tension coiled beneath my skin, and I gave in and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and took a long fucking sip. “Where. Is.

He?”

LEAH SALVOTORE.”

I stood from behind the desk, slammed the bottle back on it, fist clenched at my side. My blood boiled at the mere

mention of her name.

“I’ll send you the location of the place she is keeping him.”

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