Page 136 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“That fucker chained you?”

And he was going to force himself on her for his own sick pleasure.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Andre.”

My name on Lila’s lips snaps me out of my rage.

When I look into her ocean blue eyes and find nothing but fear, I almost crack in two.

“I’m going to get you out of here.”

I get to my feet and stalk over to Lorenzo, who’s leaning against the brick wall, his teeth bared as blood pools beneath him.

“I suggest you give me the fucking key before I put a bullet in your other thigh,” I growl.

Lorenzo lifts his chin and looks at me with nothing but contempt in his green eyes.

“It’s buried in my pocket, De Luca. I dare you to come and get it.”

I wrinkle my nose as I crouch down in front of Lorenzo.

He reaches for my neck, but I pull my gun free and press it to the spot right between his eyes.

“I can’t wait until I can watch the life drain out of your eyes,” I whisper. “Now give me the fucking key.”

Sweat beads on Lorenzo’s brow, his breathing coming in shallow pants as he stares into my eyes, as if trying to call my bluff.

I click the safety off, which seems to be enough of a confirmation as Lorenzo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small iron key.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I slam the barrel of my gun into the side of his head. Lorenzo groans as he slumps to the floor.

I climb to my feet and hurry back over to Lila.

“I need you to go and wait outside for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” I make quick work of removing the heavy cuff.

“D-don’t leave me,” Lila sobs.

“Never.” I slide the cuff off her ankle and slowly run my fingers over the bruised skin. “I just need to finish what I started.”

“Make him suffer.” Lila’s eyes burn as she looks over to Lorenzo.

I wrap my arm around Lila’s waist and haul her to her feet.

She wobbles, clinging to me as she finds her balance. She looks so fragile and breakable, her bare skin covered in bruises, but she’s alive.

Lila’s alive.

I got to her in time.

I take her face in my hands and press my lips to hers, needing her warmth against me just for a moment, to make sure that it’s not all in my head.

“You’re alive,” I whisper against her lips.

“I’m alive.” She rests her small hand on my cheek.

I lean into her touch for a second before pulling away. “Stay outside the door.”

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