Page 19 of Savage Bosses

“Get the fuck over here. She’s like a wild cat,” the first guy says. The new guy with short hair comes over to me on the bed. He places one knee down on the mattress. It’s then that I see the needle in his hand. I start to fight harder, but I quickly begin to tire.

“Don’t. Please,” I beg and cry at the same time.

However, it doesn’t stop the pinch of the needle in my neck. Immediately, my limbs go weak, and the fight leaves me.

“That was for your own good, Darling. We don’t want you hurting yourself,” The first guy says as if he actually gives a shit about me.

The last thing I remember before sleep takes me away, is the door to the room shutting and the sound of locks engaging.

CHAPTER 8

I Got You

Tiffany

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nce again, I come awake abruptly. Whatever is in that needle is powerful. I’m still in the old house, but I notice the room is darker. The sun is going down and has taken the natural sunlight that was once shining through the dusty windows with it.

A sudden loud noise from somewhere in the house grabs my attention. It sounds as if people are moving furniture around. The shouting comes next. My brain is still too foggy to register what’s being said.

Rolling over to my side takes a lot more effort than it should. My body feels heavy. Whatever they gave me in that shot must still be in my system. I force myself to roll again. I misjudged how close I was to the side of the bed and hit the floor with a thump. Hot pain races up my elbow and to my shoulder.

However, I don’t stop. I have no idea what’s going on in the house, but I need to find a way to get out. Using my upper body and legs, I crawl along the floor like a worm. It feels like I’ve crawled for hours. When I look back at where I fell, I’ve only moved about an inch from my original spot.

“Tiffany,” my name is shouted by that familiar deep voice.

It’s him. It’s Nico. Is he here to rescue me?

I open my mouth to call out to him and a croak comes out. Gathering a little more energy, I start to crawl again.

“Tiffany,” he calls for me again. Happy tears spill down my cheeks. Never have I been happier to hear a familiar voice.

“Mr. Basille, you have to stay back. We only allowed you on this rescue mission as a favor to the Mayor,” another male voice says.

“Nico,” I call out in barely a whisper. I try again and this time my voice carries. “Nico.”

Pounding footsteps draw closer to my location. Pounding at the door has my eyes drawn to the wood barrier. It sounds as if someone is trying to kick the door down. That theory is proved when the door splinters open and Niccolo Basille is standing there breathing heavily.

Happy tears come anew when his eyes land on me.

“Nico,” I whimper his name. Happy to see him.

He quickly storms over to me and without a second of delay, lifts me off the ground cradling me to his chest.

“I got you, beautiful. I’m here.”

Placing my head on his shoulder, I bury my face in his neck. His spicy scent soothes me even more. I don’t know where he’s taking me, I only know that I feel safe in his arms. Closing my eyes, I allow the adrenaline and the remainder of the medicine to lull me back into unconsciousness.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Best,” the detective in the blue suit says standing. “We are going to try our best to find the ones that kidnapped you and the one they called Saint.”

Unfortunately, by the time Nico and the police showed up at the house my kidnappers were gone. Other than me, they left no trace of even being there.

“I have to be honest here,” blue suit cop says. “we’ve been trying to catch Saint and his crew for a while now and they are like smoke.”

“What does that mean for her safety,” Nico asks.

He has not left my side since he brought me to the hospital five hours ago. They tried to tell him that only family could come back with me when he checked me in. However, the look he gave those nurses had them changing their minds. I’m so thankful for him. I don’t know if I could’ve gotten through all the questioning alone.

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