Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty Nine

*Ivy*

“Yes! Harder!” She screams out as she continues to get hammered from behind.

She clenches the bedsheets tightly in her hands as she raises her ass higher for better advantage as John Moretti takes her hips into his beefy hands and slams himself into her repeatedly. His breathing was heavy and exerted as he fucked her from behind.

She rolls her eyes as the length of his dick was hardly doing anything for her. But the man lavished her with wealth and practically gave her anything she wanted, all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and he gave it to her without a second thought. Just last month she had a fully paid trip to the Bahamas along with his black credit card.

As long as she gave him her body, he was fair game to manipulate. She had met her newest conquest in the Bahamas that she was sure was already eating out the palms of her hands. He was the heir to a fortune for H&N Enterprises. The third richest family in Italy. He wasn’t quite the looker, but he was stupid when it came to being used and falling in love with her.

She smirks at the thought just as the fat old man slams into her one more time and grunts loudly as he spurted his seamen into the condom that she always forces him to wear. He may say he couldn’t produce any more children but that wasn’t the reason for the rubber. Just the thought of having him bare inside was revolting. It was bad enough that she as allowing him to enter her at all.

He slips out of her and leans back onto the bed, breathing like he couldn’t quite catch his breath. She sits up and instantly walks to the bathroom, not bothering to even look his way as she says,

“The Martinson’s are having a celebration for their daughter’s twenty-first birthday in Amsterdam, we’re going right?”

She starts the shower and discards the rest of her clothing that he didn’t even bother to take off. As soon as she walked through the door he attacked her by bending her over the bed, lifting her skintight dress and instantly entered her with no finesse whatsoever. The asshole didn’t even bother to prep her before he just shoved it in.

“When is it?” He calls out, sounding bored already.

“Its next weekend.” She calls out as she whips her hair in a quick high ponytail to keep it from getting wet.

“I can’t this weekend. I have other agendas to take care of.” He grumbles as movement could be heard from the room.

“She quickly pokes her head out and gives him a pout that she knew always worked on him. “But I was finally going to meet Mrs. Martinson. I’ve been waiting for so long to finally meet her. Besides, it’s Rebecca’s twenty-first, it’s a special event, I can’t miss that.”

He was zipping up his pants and refixing his shirt as he says, “I’ll make sure everything is in order for you. Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll make sure you’ll go. You can even bring along that one friend you always travel with so you’re not alone. Have a good time. I’ll see you later.”

He walks over to her, kisses her deeply and leaves the hotel room. She once again smirks at getting what she wanted. She never even met the Martinson’s, let alone their daughter. But it was a great excuse to get another trip out of him. It’s not like he was ever going to catch up on it anyways.

As soon as she washed all his filth from her body, she redressed and left the hotel room. A hotel that was strictly owned by the Moretti’s. It was the sole reason why she sought him out and put on the charms. Now with her stepfather putting a halt on most of her spending and limited her credit cards, it was on her to find other means to live the high life.

And it was all because of that bitch Gabriela coming into their lives.

Ever since she came to live with them six months ago it was like she was all that mattered to him. Mind that he never really paid to much attention to her before, but he at least didn’t care what she did with herself or how much of his money she was spending.

All of that changed when he decided to act like a father to Gabriela. He restricted Ivy’s unlimited access and gave her an allowance. She shivered in disgust at the word. When her and her mother were left abandoned by her good for nothing father, it was all her mother could do to find a means to support them or they would lose the only piece of land that was passed down to her when her father died.

It wasn’t much and hadn’t been kept up over the years. The abandoned factory that used to be their family business and sole income was crumbling to pieces and the foundation rotting, all because Ivy’s father gambled it all away, closing the business down for good. Her mother, Elena, believed she had manipulated Alejandro Russo into marrying her, but the truth was, he let her.

All for the sake of the land. He didn’t love her mother. He saw an opportunity and he went for it. Instead of just buying it outright from her, he owned it by the marriage contract and demolished the factory, plowed the soil, and started growing a new vineyard for himself.

But neither she nor her mother cared. Because to them they got the better end of the stick. The name Russo plastered to their names, the Russo connections, and the Russo fortune. And it all came crumbling down when he suddenly announced that he had a daughter who was coming to live with them, a daughter neither of them knew about.

A child from the only woman he had ever truly loved, but the power of the mafia was too much to handle, and he changed where his wife and daughter left him. Now that woman was dead and his twenty year old brat was to get everything.

Including her mother’s land when he passes. It was all in his will that Ivy found in his safe in his office. She had broken into it, needing to know where they stood after his death now that a true Russo was in the picture.

So when Domenico Giordano presented himself believing he was madly in love with her she knew it was the perfect plan to play with his stupid, dumb little mind. She fed into his lovesick tendencies, allowing him to spend a godawful amount of money on her without ever having him lay a finger on her person.

He truly believed that she was a virgin and that she wanted to wait until their wedding night before they slept together. He truly was a stupid man. She chuckled as she thought of his stupidity as she walked down to the elevator.

But to actually think to kidnap her! She really did dodge a bullet on that one! When he came to her with the idea she was appalled and sickened by the thought of the plan. So she fringed not feeling well that evening, besides, how uncomfortable would that be to sit across from the man you were fucking, wife?

Not to mention avoiding Dario Moretti at all costs.

That man was a true piece of shit. She had been after Dario at first before she went after his father. He seemed the better choice on all counts. But the day she met him he had seemed to be charmed by her, even made a few suggestions himself. But while sucking his dick in the men’s bathroom of the charity event they were both at seemed to pleased him to no end, that’s all he was willing to give.

The asshole literally took advantage of her to get a free blowjob and threw her to the side stating,

“I’m to be married to Gabriela, how awkward would that be around family holidays and celebrations if I fucked you first?” He zipped himself up, washed his hands, and dried them looking at her in the mirror. Then he smirked at the look of fury on her face.

“I suggest love, that you learn on how to suck dick a bit better. It was okay. But thanks, anyways.” Then he tossed the towel on the ground in front of her where she was still on her knees like an idiot and walked out of the bathroom leaving her fuming.

She even allowed him to cum down her throat! And he wasn’t even that good looking either. He was damn lucky he was able to get someone like her to fall to her knees for him. But once again Gabriela was too blame.

But to find out that Domenico kidnapped her instead was icing on the cake! When she first heard, she laughed and laughed until tears came out of her eyes. Her mother acted like a worried stepmother in front of her husband but when he was gone she would say to her,

“Good riddance is what I say. Let the Giordano’s take her, she deserves that much. Once they find out she’s a Russo she isn’t going to stand a chance against them. I guarantee that she’s soiled, most likely they all forced her to spread her legs for them.”

Ivy couldn’t agree more. Except for one man that is. The one man she was madly in love with and will do anything to make him hers. The one man she is forbidden to even think about. But when she first laid eyes on him she knew that he was the one. The one who was going to make all her dreams come true.

Enzo Giordano.

Of course, he has yet to know that. Their interactions haven’t been the best since he hates going to the events that are set up and hates the society of the rich and the famous. But she knew deep down she could change his mind on all that. If only he would give her the time of day.

A half hour later she walks through her home, already on her phone planning everything that she was going to do and see in Amsterdam next week when she hears voices coming from Alejandro’s study. Slowing down, making sure to not make any sudden sounds, she carefully listens.

“We’ve been scoping out the main residence of Gato’s home and the secret hideout, he believes we know nothing about, and there’s no sign of her there. We even got one of the locals to initiate into the gang to check any places we couldn’t see. He’s states there’s nothing amiss. In fact, most of the men don’t even know who Gabriela is according to him.”

A sudden slam makes her jump.

“They have her somewhere. Somewhere they probably think we wouldn’t even think about. What about Domenico’s whereabouts?” Alejandro asks.

“Still nothing. It’s like he vanished into thin air.”

A loud irritable sigh comes next. “You stated that Gato’s son has also been MIA?”

Ivy’s interest perks up at the mention of Enzo Giordano. What did he have to do with any of this?

“Its been reported that he’s canceled all his upcoming meetings and left the office in quite a hurry the day after Gabriela went missing. You’re thinking he knows about this and might be with them?”

Wait, Enzo was with Gabriela? Was it out of concern for his cousin for his idiotic plan? But if the two of them were together….

“It’s a high possibility. He’s to be the next head for the Giordano’s he’s going to want to know what that fucking moron is doing. Find out where he is, search all the counties and check with every relative they have. I want to know where that fucker is.”

Ivy quickly left up the stairs before they knew she was eavesdropping on them and raced to her room. Quietly shutting the door her mind begins to race like crazy. A few things stood out in that conversation. Both the Giordano boys were missing, so that was a no brainer the two were together. Another thing was that none of them were here in the city, and she doubted they would be anywhere near New York right now.

Enzo was with Gabriela.

Anger flushes inside her at the thought that once again she was taking what didn’t belong to her. If Enzo was there, then by God so was she. She never mentioned to her stepfather that she had access to Domenico contact number. Quickly taking out her phone she texts him.

It was time to play the depressed and heartbroken lover.