Page 41 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

He looks hurt for a moment, his wide eyes showing something else before he turns his head to one side, pretending to look somewhere else.

My dad smiles a little shaking his head as he whispers, “You would’ve made a great cop, Sophie.”

I feel like hitting back with some hard truths when he tells me that, but I figure words are a luxury for now, so I decide to keep them to myself.

Sack woman doesn’t seem to care whether she’s heard talking or not. “I asked him to meet with me, to help me but oh no,” she continues, whining now. Her nasal voice seeming to get higher in pitch as well as louder.

I don’t need a formal introduction to know this must be the famous, or rather infamous District Attorney, Daniella Fellini under the sack.

“What’s going to happen, dad?” I ask, hoping he’ll have an answer.

But his look does little to make me feel any better.

“Truth?” Daniella says, almost slurring her words with sarcasm from under the sack. “They’ll take us someplace and do what they wished they’d done a week ago, blow our brains out. Game over,” she mumbles and then starts to sob uncontrollably.

My eyes dart to our captor, who looks at his feet, embarrassed under my stern gaze.

“Really?” I ask him. But he won’t look at me.

I turn to look at my dad and his face says it all.

Afraid so, sweetie. That’s just how these people operate.

But I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it. Just a few hours ago I was in the arms of the man I love, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. The man who’s bound to me.

Ben wouldn’t just let all this happen without doing something about it.

Ben will save us, I just know he will.

“Where’s Partridge?” I whisper to my dad as we hit a bump in the road. “They haven’t got him too?”

Dad shakes his head in the negative, giving a weak smile but I can already see he’s starting to think like Malibu Sack head Barbie over there.

I’ve never seen my dad look so beaten, and if it wasn’t for Ben, I’d probably feel the same as he does right now, hopeless.

“Did you really set Ben up?” I ask the sack. If we really are going to die, I’d like to know the truth before I go, in case Ben’s too late. I want to hear her side of it so I don’t jump to any conclusions.

There’s a loud sigh from the sack and the huge guy next to her sighs too, giving me a look that says ‘at least keep your voices down.’

“I admit, Ben Slade rejected my advances a long time ago. It hurt, but I would never knowingly endanger his life,” she says, sounding honest enough but my dad coughs.

“I got an offer, right in the middle of all these cases I was working on, to finally prosecute the whole De Falco family and about a dozen others. It would have been the case of the century,” she says, letting out another little sigh as she sags into her seat.

“But?” I ask, not even meaning to sound so bitter but it draws the truth from her like nothing else.

“Honey, whoever you are ten million dollars is a lot of reasons not to give a shit about anything anymore. Wait ‘til you’re my age, where you have to spend an hour getting made up and another hundred on booze just so a man will look at ya, let alone wanna spend the rest of his life with ya.”

I get ready to snap back when I see the huge guy moving to snatch the sack off her face, ready to see some hideous, vile creature.

But when he does, I just see big hair and lots of make up, nice teeth though and eyes that look sad and lonely.

Muted ogre leans over, pouting. I can tell he’s offering his services if she feels like she needs a man for the rest of her very short life.

He puts his finger harshly to his lips, shushing us all and then he puts a sack over each of our heads one by one.

At first I think he’s joking, but when I have trouble breathing properly, I start to freak.

I call out for Ben and although I can hear my dad telling me everything’s gonna be alright, I know it’s not.

Daniella Fellini laughs.

A bitter, scornful laugh that changes my opinion about her forever.

If we have to die, I think to myself, I hope to fuck she gets it first, so I can watch.Chapter Twenty-TwoBenSomebody asked me recently what I was trying to do, was I trying to take on the whole mafia all by myself?

If I was, did I really expect to survive, let alone win?

That was before they snatched Sophie, and if anyone was dumb enough to ask me the same question right now, I’d let my fists do the talking.

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