Page 2 of Knocked up by the Mafia

“Just breakfast, a goodbye kiss, and we’ll part ways?” He asks. “Come back to my place, and that’s how things will end.”

I feel a bit tipsy, but it’s been forever since I got laid, and he looks like someone who knows what to do.

“Fine, let’s go back to your place.”

He has a rental, a sleek sedan. He opens the door for me and shuts it behind me. I check the time, just past midnight. He puts some music on, and we sit in comfortable silence as we make our way back to his place. It’s in an apartment building. I assume it was some sort of temporary residence since he’s only here for work.

I giggle as I follow him upstairs, our fingers laced. When we reach his floor, he pulls me into a kiss, and I moan softly. My hands tangle in his hair, and his arms wrap around my abdomen.

He steps backward toward his door, and I follow. We’re tripping over each other, but we don’t fall. He shifts his hands, and realizing what he wants, I jump up. His hands grab my ass tightly, and I wrap my legs around him. The kiss is fevered now.

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I groan softly as I open my eyes. There’s a pleasurable ache between my legs, and my breasts feel a little tender. I look to my left, and Daniel is lying there, fast asleep. I slip out of bed and gather my things silently in the dark.

I’m the best at being quiet.

I take my things to the living room. It’s a relatively empty, typical cheap rental. I put my clothes on, but I leave my shoes off. I kind of know where I am, and I arranged a cab to pick me up a block away.

I peek into the bedroom and see him still sleeping gently. Thanks for the ride, Daniel. It was great. Unfortunately, I’m not a breakfast-and-kiss-goodbye type of girl.

I walk out of the apartment and manage to get myself out onto the street. The fresh, crisp night air hits me and makes me sway slightly. You know, when you’re warm and drunk, you’re generally fine, but when that cool, fresh air hits you. That’s when the swaying, nausea-inducing drunkenness starts.

I give myself a little mental shake and turn to the right. The sidewalk is cold under my feet, so I take a moment to slip my boots back on now that I’m outside. It takes a little longer than it should, and I’m a little dazed when I stand up straight.

I need coffee. I need coffee to sober up.

Maybe I’ll stop somewhere on my way back to the house to grab some. I don’t want to wake my brother up.

I start walking down the sidewalk, more and more confidently, as my head finds its balance. I pull my leather coat around me tightly and sigh—Happy birthday to me. What better way to end it than with international sex?

I feel someone close by, but before I can react, two pairs of hands grab each of my arms, and clearly, a third person throws a black cloth sack over my head. I try to fight free, but my reflexes are dulled, and suddenly, I’m punched in the gut. The air leaves me in a rush, and I would crumple to the floor if I weren’t being held up.

“The Shadow has been looking for you, little girl.” Someone from my right is talking. “Take her to the warehouse.”

I feel them dragging me along, and dazed, I curse them for ruining my new boots.

When we get to where we get to, I know I’m doomed. The Shadow is a notorious killer. No one’s survived to speak about him, and I doubt I will.

Chapter 2 - Daniel

The annoying buzzing of my phone stirs me from my slumber. I drank a little too much tonight, more than I intended, but the conversation with Nat was just too easy and too good. It’s been many years since I’ve enjoyed someone's company like that.

I prefer to charm them, bed them, and kick them out. I mean, I did not intend to make Nat breakfast or give her a goodbye kiss; I’m not sentimental. I don’t have time for feelings. I’m a killer. I’m made to take life, not encourage or enjoy it.

My phone number isn’t exactly listed, so it’s either a client or my men. I have them scouring the city for the Russian that killed the Russo boy. I hear he’s in the city, a relative to Ivan Volkov himself.

I sit up and stretch. There’s a coldness to my right, and I realize she’s not in bed anymore. I look at the time, ignoring my buzzing phone. It’s four in the morning. She better not be snooping through the few things I have here, or I’ll make her regret it.

I walk through the house and check every room and corner for her, but it seems she just skipped out on me. Bitch, she’s got guts. I’ve never been left in the dirt before. Usually, I take the trash out the next day and make sure they don’t come back.

This is a new one for me.

I hear my phone buzzing again and go back to the room. I pick it up and answer the call without a word.

“Sir, we found the Russian you are looking for…”

“Make sure he’s tied up tight. I’ll be there shortly.” He wants to say more, but I cut the call.

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