Page 6 of The Mafia's Desire

She opened her mouth and still couldn’t talk, so she waited until he moved back before she rested against the padding he put over the tub.

She jerked awake when there was another commotion. Both eyes were swollen, but she could still see a bit out of one that wasn’t covered in blood. When she looked up, she saw a gentle-looking older man with a black bag. If she could have chosen her grandfather, he would have looked like him.

Her gaze turned to Ethan when he cleared his throat.

“Baby, this is Dr. Peters, but I always called him Dr. Ben. He’s going to look at you.”

She tried pushing herself tighter against the wall and away from the men, and the whimpering and slurred screaming came out again.

The doctor sighed. “She needs to be sedated.”

She brought one of the towels in front of her as a barrier against them. She knew she probably acted like a cornered animal, but she felt like one at the moment.

Ethan crouched by her again. “Babe, listen to me. Do you want to go to the hospital?”

God, the thought made her start to panic.

“Keep distracting her,” Dr. Ben said, but her attention was on Ethan.

“I can tell by the way you’re shaking that you don’t want to go, so do you think you can relax for the doctor?”

She vaguely felt a sting on her arm, but it was nothing compared to her other aches, so she hardly noticed. Within a minute, she started to feel very tired and fought to keep her eyes open. She couldn’t protect herself if she passed out.

She thought someone had picked her up, but she had no strength to fight. Maybe she could finally be free. It was something she dreamed about. Maybe not in this way, but she seemed to have no other option.

Chapter Four

Ethan was leaning against the wall at the warehouse while one of his guys played with Owens. He wouldn’t let it go on too long, but he had to always follow through on his words in front of anyone—even his guys.

He reached into his pocket for his phone and answered.

“Fuck, Boss, you need to get back here,” Sharp said.

Ethan had known Sharp his whole life and had never heard him sound like this. “What’s going on?”

“Just come.”

Ethan heard Sharp yell, “Hey,” and then nothing. “Mike, we need to go back. Tony and you other guys take care of him and then meet at the hotel room.”

“What’s up, Boss?” Bryan said.

“I have no idea, but it rattled Sharp.”

“Oh, fuck,” a few of the guys said because they had never seen the man not in control.

Ethan and Mike made it back to the hotel, and Sharp was waiting with the door open.

“Tell me,” Ethan said as they closed the door behind him.

Sharp wiped a hand down his face. “I went to get hamburgers for us. When I came back, Perkins was beating on Sara.”

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Where is she?”

“She’s locked herself up in the bathroom. Boss, she looks bad.”

“Where’s Perkins?”

Sharp pointed to the space between the beds. It looked like Sharp had beaten the fucker, tied his arms and legs, and put a gag in his mouth. The guy mumbled and fought to get loose, but Ethan ignored it.

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