Page 2 of The Mafia's Desire

“Why are you in here in the dark?”

“I was just putting away a few cans we didn’t use tonight, so I didn’t turn on the light,” Sara said.

Jesus, what the fuck was he going to do with her?

“Fuck, I want some of that,” Perkins whispered.

Ethan glared at the man when he heard Sharp behind him. “Sharp, Mike, and Perkins, you’re with me. The rest of you take our friend away. I’ll deal with him in an hour or so.”

“You got it, Boss,” Bryan, one of his men, said.

Ethan turned back to her. “What is your job?”

“I waitress mostly, but Mr. Owens has asked me to do other things around here lately.”

“Oh, I bet he does,” Perkins said behind him.

“No, it’s not like that, really,” she said.

“What does that mean?’ Ethan asked.

“What does it matter if I’m going to be dead soon?” she said.

He was shocked that she said it so calmly, and there were no tears or pleading.

“You’re not going to plead for your life?”

She shook her head. “Even I know it won’t help, and the last thing I want is to give you guys entertainment of any kind.”

Ethan’s eyebrows rose. “Entertainment?”

“Yeah, don’t men like you like watching someone in pain and begging?”

He had to admit she was right, but only men that fucked with the family. Not women or children.

“Answer me about Owens,” Ethan said.

“It wasn’t sexual yet, but he tried to grope me, and I knew he’d try something soon.”

“What would you have done?” Ethan asked.

The woman pulled out a small knife.

“I would have cut him and then left.”

Why in the hell did she show them the knife? It was her only defense against them.

It also amazed him how pissed he was that Owens was sexually harassing her, and he didn’t know anything about it. He had men everywhere, so he got every bit of information pertaining to him or the family.

Ethan studied her. “Why didn’t you go to the cops?”

“For what? They’re not going to do anything about it. I already know that if I want to live, I have to fight for it every day of my life. I’ve dealt with men like Owens before.”

Jesus, her life sounded horrible. She could be making it up, but for some reason, he didn’t think so. “What happened last time?”

“I hit him over the head with a pot and left,” Sara said.

Ethan held his hand out. “Give me the knife,” he demanded.

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