Page 135 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I creep forward, my gun aimed and ready as the back of a blond-haired man comes into view.

I freeze.

Did I take a wrong turn?

I look behind him, and my blood runs cold.

Lorenzo has his hands wrapped around Lila’s throat, chocking her, and the blond fucker seems to be filming the whole damn thing.

I want to make him suffer. Bleed, but there’s no time. One bullet to the head has him collapsing to the ground.

Lorenzo doesn’t loosen his hold on Lila.

I’ll kill him!

Tucking my gun into my belt, I break out into a run, storming the cell.

I don’t stop until I’m throwing Lorenzo at the brick wall.

He grunts, slumping down into a heap on the floor, but the impact isn’t enough to knock him out.

I have maybe a few seconds before he’s on his feet. But I need to make sure Lila is okay.

“Sweetheart.” I crouch in front of her.

She’s been stripped to her underwear, and she’s shaking. There’s dark purple bruising already forming around her neck.

I curse as I reach out to touch her cheek. “I’m going to make it all go away, okay, baby?”

She nods, a whimper escaping her lip as she glances over at Lorenzo.

“Andre…” she croaks.

I take a deep breath before climbing to my feet and stalking toward Lorenzo.

“I hoped I wouldn’t ever have to step foot in this place again,” I snarl, kicking Lorenzo hard enough to crack a few ribs.

He grunts but continues to try and climb to his feet.

I’m not going to let him.

“You. Sick. Fuck.” Each word has my foot colliding with his ribs.

“She enjoyed it,” Lorenzo coughs out, offering me a feral smile.

I roar as I reach for my gun and shoot a bullet straight into his thigh.

Lorenzo collapses against the concrete, howling like the fucking dog he his as he clutches his bleeding leg. “You fucker!”

“Trust me, this is only the beginning.” I turn my back on Lorenzo, rushing back to Lila’s side, tucking my gun in my back pocket.

I run my hands over her tangled hair, her cheeks, her shoulders, hating how cold she feels beneath my touch.

“The chain,” she whimpers.

I frown.

Lila pulls her leg, and the rattling of the chain around her ankle has me gritting my teeth.

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