Page 35 of Mafia Boss's Surprise Baby

“Why are you calling me from the next room? Are you that hungover?”

“I wanted you to meet me at the coffee shop,” I say calmly, and then I pause. “Some asshole is following me.”

“Shit,” she curses. “Stay on the phone with me, I’ll be right there.”

I take in a deep breath. It’ll be okay. Marta is close enough that she’ll be there soon.

“Just stay on the line,” I tell her.

“Of course. Fucking men,” she curses.

The guy veers over closer and tries to grab me, and I spray the mace right in his face, fumbling to get it out of my purse and dropping the whole bag, including the phone in my left hand.

“Mia?” she calls, and I can’t answer.

I curse and try to pick it up while the guy yells and stops the car.

Another man gets out of the back and grabs me around the waist. I scream and kick and bite down on his arm. He curses but then the driver, who I didn’t get with the mace as much as I meant to, puts a burlap sack over my head.

Then someone punches me in the face and everything goes black.

When I come to, someone’s tying me to a column and all I can see is the inside of the burlap sack. I start to hyperventilate, thinking that I’m about to be killed.

“Calm down. Boss wants you alive and kicking,” someone says near my ear, and I shudder, pulling away.

I wish the sack was off my head so I could spit in his face.

I feel myself panicking but I keep reminding myself that Marta knows where I was when I got taken. She knows that I’m in trouble, and she’ll tell Dante and my father.

“You’re going to die,” I tell the guy.

“Not before boss has his fun,” he says, as if he’s not concerned about death at all.

Jesus. What does that mean? I’m terrified as to what might happen to me, but Dante or my father (or both) are coming.

I take deep breaths in through my mouth since the burlap is over my nose.

“Can I have some water?” I ask meekly, not wanting to make the kidnappers mad. I don’t recognize any of the voices, but I can tell two distinct voices at least.

“Fuck off,” the man who tied me up says.

“The boss wants her feisty,” the other voice says. “You better give her some.”

I listen closely so that I can hear the guy get closer and wait, and then I kick out my foot, connecting with something.

“Ow, fuck!” the man who tied me up says.

I feel a small moment of victory before pain explodes in my face and my head goes fuzzy as the man hits me again.

“You’re going to bruise her up!” the other man exclaims, ripping off the burlap sack.

“Now she can see us, you idiot!” the man who tied me up says. He’s tall and lanky while the other guy is short and stocky. I try to memorize their faces.

“You’re both going to die,” I say calmly, and the guy snarls at me, reaching out to hit me again. I flinch but the other guy pulls him away, crouching down to look at my face.

He stays far enough away so that I can’t kick him.

“She’s going to have a black eye.Capois going to beat your ass for that,” he says.

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