Page 117 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

The grass beneath my hands is dewy to the touch but it softened the landing enough where I know I won’t have any bruises to give me away—just a few cuts and splinters from the rose, but those will be easy enough to cover up.

I crouch down and hurry around the side of the house.

The kitchen light is still on, but as I peer into the window, it seems empty. Perhaps Xander left it on when he went to get himself some food.

Before I have a chance to test that theory, I hurry across the front lawn, keeping to the trees lining the long gravel drive to ensure the shadows keep me hidden.

I shoot Rosa a text letting her know I’m almost at the edge of the property. I don’t want to risk anyone hearing me on the phone so I assure her I will call once I’m in an uber.

She sends me a pin to the club situated in White Plains, about a twenty-minute-drive away. If we manage to pull this off without anyone tipping off Andre, it’ll be a miracle.

Once I reach the edge of the property, I call for an uber. Within two minutes, a silver Prius is pulling up, and I quickly hurry over to the passenger door, eager to get away from the house before the sight of the headlights draws Xander’s attention.

The driver looks at me and nods. “Evening.”

“Hey,” I climb into the backseat.

“Heading to Vision?”

“Yes, please.” I glance down at the map so I can keep Rosa updated on my arrival time.

The driver puts the car on drive. “Won’t take us long to get there at this time.”

“Great…”

He turns the radio up, and I tap my feet to the music, or maybe just a little bit too fast, as I watch our arrival time like my life depends on it.

Rosa assures me that she’s still safe inside the club bathroom, but I know it wouldn’t take much force for this guy to break down the door if he really wanted to.

“Come on,” I whisper under my breath as we speed along the highway.

Our car swerves and I sway.

I look up, and the driver is frowning at the rearview mirror. “What is this fucker doing?”

I’m instantly on alert, twisting in my seat to look out the back window.

A blacked-out Range Rover is tailgating us despite it being clear for him to overtake.

I frown. “Maybe something is wrong. Can you pull over to let him pass?”

“I can try.” The driver slows the car down, pulling over a little, despite it being a two-lane highway.

The Range Rover swerves and moves to pull up alongside us. Almost glued to us.

My heart lurches in my chest as the two cars almost collide.

“What the fuck?” The uber driver swerves so as not to scrape alongside the car. “This fucker must be drunk or something.”

Oh god. I don’t want to die. “Pull over!”

The driver looks left and right, probably choosing his best option to escape this maniac.

He signs to move to the left lane. As he tries to slow down to let the other car overtake him, they swerve behind him and nick the back of our car, making it dance for a second.

I’m now holding on, one hand on each door, praying this madness will end, and this is nothing but a bad memory soon enough.

My driver gets the car stabilized, and tries moving back to the right lane, but the Range Rover swerves after us, almost hitting us again.

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