Page 27 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

One guard runs up to my window before the car has even come to a stop.

“She’s gone.”

“What?” I shout. “Impossible.”

“We were just about to get on the phone and tell you - she’s gone. We watched over the security footage and she made a run for it about forty minutes ago.”

“What the fuck?” I shout, anger burning from my lips.

I grab my phone and scroll through my apps, looking for a very specific one.

The app that links me to the diamond bracelet on her wrist.

It has a tracking device in it.

The signal tracker spins for a moment, trying to locate her. I grit my teeth in nervous tension, thick anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I wait.

There.

“She’s not even that far from here. Did you say she left forty minutes ago?”

“Yes, sir.”

“In a car?” My mind is racing. Her location is off to the side of the road, and I can picture her having rolled a car, now trapped inside it.

“No, sir — she left on foot.”

“What?” I mutter.

Fear grips me as I rev the car into action. I head toward the tracker. It’s only about ten minutes down the road by car.

I park on the side of the road by the tree line and start jogging towards her.

In no time at all, I hear voices. Men.

I duck low. I know the drill. Watch. Gather information. Don’t rush into a situation that you haven’t read yet. It’s a guaranteed way to get yourself killed.

I can’t see Dalila anywhere.

The three men are dressed in security wear. The typical black army style uniforms, guns strapped to their legs, rough looking faces. Scared and dangerous.

“Where is that little bitch go?”

“Malone is going to kill us if we miss this chance to get her.”

“Well, what the fuck are we supposed to do. This place is a shit show. It’s fucking cold.”

“Do I look like I fucking care about your discomfort. Find her or it’ll be your skin he wants instead of hers.”

“It’s a lot of effort to go through just so he can kill her.”

Fuck. They are Malone’s men, which is the worst-case scenario.

If they find her before I do —

No. I can’t let that happen.

“Hey, over here, there are some skid marks, I think she went this way.”

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