Page 62 of The Marriage Mistake

Chapter 18

Sammi

1:15 PM SATURDAY

“So that’s why we weren’t supposed to come back here!” I exclaim as the memory fades.

Well, that makes sense. I doubt many people squirt on unsuspecting mafia dons and live to tell the tale.

I turn towards Percy. Maybe I’m going to offer her some words of encouragement.

Maybe I just need to see my own fear reflected in someone else’s eyes.

Either way, I never get the chance.

Before I can even half turn my head, the world goes black.

I feel the caress of rough fabric as the bag slides down my face, cutting my vision off completely.

At the same time, I hear Percy cry out beside me.

“GAH!” she shouts.

So clearly, I’m not the only one who’s going to pay for my and Lock’s little mistake.

A hand wraps roughly around my upper arm, yanking me to my feet.

“Percy,” I yell. “It’s okay! We’re gonna be okay!”

Of course, I have no way of knowing if this is true or not. Maybe years of bad television have simply infected my brain. It definitely seems like what I’m supposed to say.

“Sammi!” I hear her yell in return. “What’s going on?”

Oh, god. Where to even begin?

Somehow, ‘I squirted on the don’s face’ doesn’t seem like a particularly helpful fact right now.

“Don’t worry, Percy,” I say instead. “You didn’t do anything. I’ll figure this out!”

“Good God above. Those bitch-ass monks!” I hear from slightly further away. “It’s the curse, y’all. I knew it!”

So they’ve grabbed Mysti, too. That must mean…

“Oi! What the FUCK?” I hear Liam shout, clearly fucking furious.

“Liam!” Becky cries.

I pull against the hand restraining me, “You guys! Where are you?”

The grip only tightens, fingers digging into my flesh so hard that I wince.

“Sammi!”

“Stop fucking around and tie them up!” I hear the familiar voice of the don yell. “We don’t have all fucking day!”

My arms are pulled hard behind me, rough rope taut around my wrists.

I struggle against the ties, pulling with every ounce of my strength.

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