Page 40 of Corrupted By the Capo

What would I do?

I fell in love with a man who drugged me.

I wasn’t gonna do shit about shit.

I just needed to focus on getting out of this situation alive. Which meant ignoring the pin and needles in my hands and feet. And not thinking about how much skin I would lose when the tape came off. No, I’d think about getting out of here. That was all that mattered…

“Boss, I have something?—”

Apparently, I had drifted off, because when I heard talking, I opened my eyes and looked over at Fabiano. He had his phone pressed against his ear, looking intent.

“There’s a meet. One hour. I’ll be there,” Fabiano said.

“You awake, doll?”

I nodded.

“Good. Now it’s time to go find out what you’re worth,” he said.

I said nothing. Didn’t even nod.

Instead, I grimaced when he pulled the tape off my arms and legs and then stood up. My knees ached with stiffness and my wrists and ankles burned where the tape had been.

But it was as good as I’d felt in hours.

I’d been taped to a dentist chair and had intentionally kept myself from thinking about why it was in this place.

I let the blood flow return to my limbs, and followed Fabiano to a black luxury sedan.

He threw a blindfold over my face and pushed me into the passenger seat. “In you go,” he said.

“That’s really not necessary,” I said.

“Quiet,” Fabiano snapped.

The ride felt interminable.

I tried to keep track of the minutes by counting, but when I realized I’d gone through the three hundreds twice, I knew I was lost.

Still, sometime later—maybe twenty minutes, maybe longer—the SUV turned sharply to the left, and after a while, slowed.

Nerves had my stomach feeling like water.

I had never been more afraid than I was at that single moment. But I forced myself to keep my composure.

“You came with backup?” Enzo said.

I heard his voice but couldn’t see him through the blindfold.

But still—my relief was immediate.

I told myself it was natural. After all, who wasn’t relieved to hear a friendly voice after they were kidnapped?

“'Where is the payment?” Enzo asked.

“How much?” Fabiano asked.

“One hundred thousand.”

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