Page 130 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
Another ten minutes pass.
"No one's here," Frank mutters, checking his watch.
His fingers drum against the steering wheel, the increasing pace suggesting he’s getting annoyed.
"They should have arrived by now," I say, trying to sound disappointed rather than relieved. "Maybe they changed the location."
Frank's eyes narrow. "Or maybe you had bad information.”
I swallow hard. "This was the address I heard. Marco was supposed to meet his captains here tonight to discuss the next move against my father's territory."
Frank stares at the warehouse, frustration etching lines around his mouth. "Something's not right. They should be here."
Without warning, he pushes open his door. "Let's check it out."
The last thing I want to do is walk into an abandoned building with one of my father’s enforcers. "Shouldn't we wait? What if they're just running late?"
"No." His voice hardens.
Frank circles around and opens my door, his grip on my arm firm as he helps me out.
I scan the surroundings, hoping to see Marco's men approaching.
Surely, he has someone watching to see who might show up to the fake meeting.
But the industrial area is deserted.
"Stay close," Frank orders, guiding me toward the warehouse.
I stumble slightly, buying time. "Shouldn’t you call your men? This isn’t exactly in my purview.”
We reach the warehouse door, and Frank pulls it open.
It’s dark and smells dank.
Movement sounds behind us.
Frank turns, pulling his gun out.
I see a man lurking at the side of the next building.
He pulls out his phone.
“Who the fuck are you?” Frank calls out.
“The one about to expose you?—”
Frank fires and the man’s head jerks back. I let out a scream, covering my mouth.
“Wait here.” Frank trots over to the man.
Standing over him, Frank fires again.
My heart is beating so fast it’s almost like the beats are on top of each other.
Frank returns. “Let’s go inside.”
“M–Maybe we should leave.”
