Page 13 of Princess's Revenge

If that phone hadn’t rang, I don’t know what would have happened.

Moments like that don’t come along every day. I reacted on instinct. Maybe that phone call was a blessing!

When I was with Jack he would just climb on top of me whether I wanted it or not, go in dry and hurt me.

I like Francis, I like Anthony too, but I can’t lose sight of the fact that these people kidnapped me yesterday and I still need to see if they’re telling the truth.

Vincent might know about that day when I was five years old, but who is to say he’s not just using a story he heard from the paramedic for his own criminal gains?

Maybe he wants me for something else. Perhaps as a bargaining chip?The last Lupertazzi.

One thing is for sure—I’m not so fucking stupid that I’m going to be suffering from Stockholm syndrome in less than twenty-four hours.

These people are in the mafia and I’ve been kidnapped. Sure, they’re being nice, but I can’t leave—and that means I’m a prisoner.

Francis said that he’s taking me shooting. I make sure to put a little bit of distance between us after the incident on the balcony.

He leads me through the house, out the back and then we get on an ATV and we drive a little way out to an isolated barn.

There are no trees here either.

I’ve never ridden an ATV before, but I think it would have been easy. I don’t know if Francis made me sit behind him so I would have to hold him close…or because he didn’t want me riding off on my own.

I guess that’s the problem with nice kidnappers, you can never tell what their motives are!

I can’t believe he fucking tried to kiss me!

But…now that I’m thinking about it…I can’t believe that I fucking wanted him to!

When we get to the barn, we hop off the ATV without saying a word to each other. I am on my guard the whole time—thinking the absolute worst obviously—ready to unleash all the street-fighting tactics orphanages will teach you.

From the outside, it looks like a great place for rape, murder, gangbangs and the like, but after Francis takes me inside, and shows me a collection of guns, I relax a bit.

He gives me some earmuffs and fires a few rounds at a paper target with a concrete block behind it.

The barn is just a barn, but it’s set up like a professional shooting range—from what I’ve seen in the movies.

My opinion of himreallychanges when he offers me a loaded gun. “Ever gone shooting before?”

A voice from behind us says, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Francis and I turn and see Christopher standing there with a disbelieving look on his face. He looks a lot like Anthony, but thicker and two inches taller with shorter hair and a goatee.

Francis, in comparison looks nothing like his father or his brothers. He must’ve taken after his mother. He has Anthony’s height but his features are sharper and he’s wiry.

I look at Francis.

He looks at Christopher. “What?”

I can’t believe how fucking stupid this kid is. I’d been watching them and followed when I saw him take the ATV. “You hand your captive a loaded weapon? What if she turns it on you?”

Franky shakes his head, “She’s not our captive. She wouldn’t do that.”

I look at Andrea, she smiles and shrugs—Maybe.

My kind of lady. “See?”

Franky puts the gun on the counter, “She’s joking.”

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