Page 28 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

Fuck.

They are looking over the edge of some sort of slope. It looks pretty steep.

“There - you can see where she went—”

“Do you think she fell all the way down the slope?”

“No. The marks in the soil stop—there—”

“Fuck. We have to go down there.”

“Get moving.”

The man moves down the slope. The knife he has in his hand makes me uneasy.

I have to move too. I have to stop them.

I pull my knife from the ankle strap.

“She’s fucking here. That stupid bitch is making me fucking filthy.”

“Get her. Don’t let her get away.”

They are so focused on what the guy is doing over the slope that they don’t see or hear me coming up from behind them.

I grab one man, and his throat is slit before he knows what’s happening.

From down the slope, I hear struggling and Dalila screams. A sound that churns my insides.

He has his hands on her.

The man I’ve just killed slumps down and I catch him, lowering him quietly. The second man catches sight of my movement from the corner of his eye and turns towards me with a surprised gasp.

He’s too late, though.

I swing my arm as I turn to face him, and the blade of my knife pierces through the base of his chin, erupting from the top of his skull.

Sick, gurgling wet sounds drip from his mouth as he tries to scream.

I drop his body over the slope, no longer worried about being stealthy. I want to send the third man a message.

“What the fuck?” His voice carries up to me.

I lean over the slope, looking down at him with my gun aimed at his face. He has Dalila in his grip, but he looks unstable. His footing is slipping.

“Dalila, baby girl, hold into something.” I say calmly.

Then I fire two shots into his shoulder. I don’t want to kill him from here and have him fall while still holding her.

His scream is deep and guttural as it pushes through the cold forest air.

He lets her go to grip his injured shoulder.

As soon as he does, I put a single bullet between his eyes.

Dalila screams when blood sprays across her face from the man who was hunting her.

He slips away, falling down the slope, moving in some kind of slow motion as his body tumbles and slides.

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