Page 114 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

I back away and back right into a wall, except when I turn I realize it’s not a wall it’s a man. A man just as thuggish and horrendous looking as Porter.

He grabs me wrapping his arms tight around me. So tight I think he might break me. I scream but he covers my mouth.

“Fine, since you won’t talk we’ll end you. Think of it as insurance.” He laughs out loud. “Kill her and cremate her body. We’ll explain to the boss later. She’s a threat we don’t need.”

No!

I can’t let this happen to me. I can’t.

I gather all the strength I can from deep inside me. Summon all my energy and I ram my heel into the guys leg. He yelps and the slight loosening of his grip on me gives me just the right amount of lead way to break free. I slip out from his grasp and knee him hard in his balls making him double over. Porter comes for me and so do three other guys. I’m faster and quicker than I look though. I run through the arch way and down a hall, them hot on my tail, running me down.

I make it down another corridor and knock over a stack of paint cans. Those tumble over in their path.

It buys me a few seconds to run into a large warehouse style storage room. the light is dim and it was dark when I came in, switching on as I dashed inside. I made it behind a stack of boxes and hide there watching as the men rush in and run down the wide aisles.

“She’s in here, fucking find her!” Porter orders.

Thinking on my feet I pull out my phone and fire of a quick message to Tony.

I just write danger and send it. I send it and pray with everything inside me that he comes for me.

Fuck… there’s no way I would have known this would happen. Fucking hell I did know that there was something that didn’t feel right. But shit…Look at the shit I’m in now.

Something happened to Mom. Something did happen but what?

It doesn’t add up. Not one bit. What about the suicide note? I’ve heard of people making something look like a suicide and writing notes. It was her handwriting. What if someone made her write it though?

Fuck.. I’m going crazy here.

I need to get out.

How though and how will Tony find me?

“Well hell?” comes a voice from behind me.

I whirl around and see another guy I hadn’t seen previously. He must have come from the other side .

I step back as he comes forward. He pulls out his gun and I run. It’s all I can do. Run and scream.

He fires a shot but misses me but the sound terrifies me. I’m going to fucking die down here.

I run and make the mistake of looking back. They’re coming for me. Porter and his men. Porter aims his gun at me and I slap right into someone who grabs me at the same time a bullet echoes through the warehouse and knocks the gun out of Porters hand.

I swallow the scream that was about to pour from my soul when I look up to see who’s holding me.

It’s Salvatore!

First I think it’s a dream. Like the bullet the other guy fired hit me and I must have died.

But he’s real. It was him who shot the gun out of Porters hand. He feels real. His arm around me feels real, and so is the glare he gives me. I know that look from long ago. I’m used to it, except that this is probably the worst thing he’s had to save me from.

Before I can take my next breath, Nick, Gabe, and four guys I’ve only ever seen in passing in the past come around the corner looking like death.

Claudius who, people call the Chicago boss casts a glance my way. The cross tattooed on his cheek always gets me. His men: Dante, Gio and Alex have crosses tattooed on their neck. Together their called The Four.

Salvatore doesn’t say anything. He just hands me to Nick who takes me like he’s taking a package.

I gaze back to Porter and his men who look like their ready to shit themselves.

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