Page 6 of Stolen By the Enemy

I doubt I look very sexy right now, because drunk me usually gets mascara all over her face and lipstick smudges down her chin, so offering him my body probably wasn’t the wisest choice.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

“Mexico,” he says simply, picking up his phone. I see him texting someone.

“Are you going to show me more of your hometown?” I try to put on my best flirting face, still feeling more gross than gorgeous.

“No.” He’s barely looking at me, and his tone is flat.

“Are we fetching more tequila for the party?” It’s a stupid joke, but I’m trying to keep the conversation as light as possible.

“No.”

I sigh, knowing that I am hitting a wall with him.

Panic starts to rise up in my chest.

“Are you going to kill me?” I ask quietly, keeping emotion out of my voice as best as I can.

That makes Marco look up at me, and I see a strange look flit across his face.

“Perhaps,” is all he says, standing up and walking over to a cabinet on the other end of the plane.

I can feel tears wanting to come out of my eyes, but if my brothers have taught me anything, it’s to not let the enemy see you at your weakest.

I know that I shouldn’t have trusted Marco, but I have been feeling so alone.

Emelia was supposed to be my best friend and she didn’t even tell me that she was pregnant with my brother’s baby.

I have to admit how jealous I have been of all of my family and my best friend suddenly not having time for me.

With my Nonna gone, I really don’t have anyone left to talk to or spend time with.

My mouth twists bitterly.

Being a mafia princess is not as idyllic as people probably think. You can’t go anywhere without a security detail, and you can’t have any friends.

I had not realized how lonely I would be without Emelia keeping me company.

I had been sad to have to come home from Mexico because Marco had made me feel seen and wanted for the first time in a very long time.

I admit to myself now, that he was probably just tolerating me for the sake of my brothers and the business deal they were trying to make.

The thought stings, and I get angry.

“My brothers will find you, you know!” I shout at Marco.

I struggle to control my voice and take a deep breath before saying, “You won’t get away from them even if you go into the deepest parts of Mexico. Once they find out that you’ve hurt me, they won’t stop until they’re able to hurt you back.”

“Is that so?” Marco turns around to look at me, and I’m confused by the heat in my chest.

He’s kidnapped me and has threatened to kill me.

Why the fuck does he still make me hot and bothered when he towers over me like that?

Marco is a loose cannon.

He is dangerous, much more dangerous than my family and our connections, but I don’t care what kind of attention I get now.

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