Page 108 of Dark Romeo

Roman let out a long laugh. “Jules, we have a man locked in the back of my trunk. Are you really concerned if I have a permit for my gun?”

Point taken. I sank back into my seat. I frowned as I glanced back to his piece. I couldn’t see it well because of the dim light, but I guessed it was a Glock .40 or something similar. Nice choice of weapon. A random question appeared in my mind.

“You look like you want to ask something,” he said. Observant bastard.

“Do you Mafia guys name your weapons?”

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes, eyebrow raised, a smirk playing at his lips. “Only if the weapon is really, really special.”

“Did you name this one?”

He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. “Jules, I only have one weapon that deserves naming. And from what ladies have said when they’ve seen it, I’d have to call it ‘Holy Shit, That’s So Big’.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You roll your eyes a lot at me.”

“You warrant it every time.”

“One day the wind’s gonna change mid eye-roll, then what’ll you do?”

I rolled my eyes again just to prove a point.

He hummed. “It might be an improvement.”

I sent a punch into the side of his arm.

“Ow. You know, you’re a very violent person. Are you sure you’re not the one with Tyrell blood in their veins?” He asked this lightly but I could tell underneath was a hint of bitterness.

“Very funny. My violent tendencies only seem to come out around you.”

“Those aren’t the only tendencies I bring out in you.” His insinuation wasn’t lost on me. The way his eyes flashed dark and hungry wasn’t lost on me either.

I turned my head to stare out through the window. Roman turned off into an industrial estate. I pinpointed where we were on the map of Verona I had in my head and frowned. “This isn’t the way to the station.”

“We’re not going to the Police.” He said the word Police like it was a bad smell.

I sat up in my seat, a rash of fear prickling my skin. “Stop the car.”

“No.”

I grabbed at the door handle but it wouldn’t open. He must have put the child lock on. Dammit. “Stop the damn car.”

Roman cursed under his breath. “Stop trying to get out.”

“Where are you’re taking me?”

He glared at me out of the corner of his eye. “Do you want to know who’s trying to kidnap you? Do you want to know why?”

“Of course I do.”

“If you take him in, you have no chance of finding out.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t bullshit yourself, Jules. You’ve dealt with cases like this before. When does the bad guy ever talk to the cops?”

Almost never. These guys were trained not to squeal. They were always more afraid of their “boss” than what law enforcers could do to them. Jail time looked like a breeze compared to their fate if they talked.

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