Free Mob Boss Milkmaid by Landry Michaels

Chapter One
     
     
    I held my two-month-old daughter, Annie, against my chest and stared in shock at my wild-eyed husband as he raced around the bedroom in our small apartment. “I don’t understand what you’re saying?”
    Tony tossed an armful of my clothes into the suitcase on the bed without bothering to glance my way. “It’s just for six months.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You want me and Annie to live with Marco Carducci for six months?”
    Although I’d met my husband’s boss on three occasions, I certainly didn’t know him well enough to live with him. “Why?”
    For the first time since he’d entered the apartment, Tony stopped moving and looked at me. “I’m sorry, babe, I fucked up, and unless you do this for me, Marco’s gonna kill me.”
    I lowered myself to sit on the edge of the bed. I’d always known what Tony did for a living, but until that moment, it had never touched me. Tony was a low-level enforcer for the Carducci family, but he’d always taken his orders from Luca, the youngest Carducci brother. As far as I knew, Tony never dealt directly with Marco who was head of the family.
    “What did you do?” I asked.
    It was a stupid question because it didn’t really matter what Tony had done. The fact was, my own husband was willing to hand over his own family to a fucking mob boss.
    Tony dumped the contents of my small underwear drawer into the large suitcase. “I was trying to get us out, El.”
    I shook my head. “What did you do?” I asked again.
    “I made a deal with Little Nicky. I told him when the next shipment of blow would arrive. The plan was, he’d jack the shipment, sell it, and give me forty percent so we could disappear. That fucker got cold feet though and told Marco what I was planning.”
    I brushed the top of Annie’s head with my lips, hoping to soothe myself. I hated to admit it, but my husband was a fuck-up. His latest get-rich-quick-scheme wasn’t the first and like all the others, he’d screwed it up. I’d pleaded with him not to get involved with the Carduccis, begged him to go to work at the garage with his father. Unfortunately, I’d fallen in love with a man who refused to do manual labor. Why he thought he was above making an honest day’s wages, I’d never understand, but there it was. And, here I sat, staring at a man who’d fucked up so bad he was willing to send me and our daughter to another man for six months.
    As I continued to watch Tony pack my belongings, the situation began to sink in. “What could a man like Marco Carducci possibly want with me and Annie?”
    Tony zipped the suitcase. “You’re kidding, right?” He gestured to me. “Marco’s a boob man. He’s been drooling over your tits for the last two years. Now that he knows you’ve had a kid, he’s even more interested.”
    The ache in my heart over Tony’s description of our daughter was soon replaced with fear. Marco was an incredibly handsome man, but he scared me. He was too perfect—too powerful for someone like me. “You want me to have sex with him?”
    Tony’s palm landed hard against my face, almost knocking me off the bed. “I can’t believe you! Are you telling me my life isn’t worth it?”
    I glanced at Tony’s fists. “No, I’m not saying that,” I quickly said, lowering Annie to the bed. With my daughter out of harm’s way, I lifted my hand to my cheek. I’d put up with Tony’s temper for years, but I’d never been afraid of him until recently. The first time he’d hit me, he’d spent days trying to make it up to me. The second time it had happened, he’d finally agreed to let me go off the pill. I thought of my mom and the years of abuse she’d put up with at the hands of my stepfather. No. I wouldn’t turn into her. No fucking way. I knew this might be our only chance to get away from Tony. He needed me to save his ass, so I doubted he’d go further until my time with Marco was up. Maybe Marco would help me get away