Page 98 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

A hand is over my mouth, waking me from sleep.

My eyes fly open to find a man towering above me.

I try to scream, but there is no sound.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice is gruff as he removes his hand from my mouth. “If you do as I say.”

My ears are ringing, my heart pounding so hard in my chest it hurts to breathe. I know I should fight, to try and escape, but my body is frozen.

I’m going to die. I’m going to die.

He moves to the end of the bed and tosses me my pajamas.

“Get dressed.” He’s wearing a black shirt and pants, his dark hair tousled as if from sleep.

He’s making no attempt to hide his identity from me which makes me think he has no intention of keeping me alive.

I can’t move. I glance down at the thin sheet covering my naked body.

Where is Andre?

I look to the empty space beside me, and a strangled sob escapes my lips.

He left.

“Andre’s waiting for you,” the man says, as if he can read my thoughts. “He sent me to collect you.”

My life is complicated and dangerous.

This is exactly what he warned me about.

I knew from the start who he was, the sort of life he was caught up in, and I chose to ignore it. To look past it.

And look where it’s gotten me.

“What do you want?” My voice shakes.

“Andre sent me to collect you. You’re in danger, Lila, and I’m here to help.”

Glancing around my apartment, he tucks his hands into his pockets, and that’s when I notice the gun tucked into the belt of his pants.

Andre sent him?

“I don’t believe you,” I whisper.

“You don’t need to believe me, sweetheart, you just need to do as I say.”

I move to gather the sheet around my very naked body, my eyes locked on the gun.

Andre can’t have sent him. They’re just using him to get me to obey.

Is Andre hurt? Have they taken him too? Is that why he’s not here?

I know I’m running out of time. All it would take is for this guy to pull out his gun and shoot me right here in my bed for it all to be over.

I keep my eyes on him as I slowly move to pick up my pajamas.

He watches me closely, his eyes narrowed as I pull my T-shirt over my head, careful not to expose myself.

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