Page 51 of Mafia Boss

As he escaped through the door, I took another sip through my straw and pushed my empty drink to the edge of the bar, picking up my phone and smiling at Chiara’s message that popped up.

Chiara: I’ll drop off your clothes tomorrow. Don’t have too much fun messing with him tonight. Make sure he knows that I did NOT encourage you at all. ;)

I tapped on the message to type back when someone grabbed me by the back of the neck and yanked me out of the chair, making me drop the phone onto the marble floor. Fingers digging hard into my neck and throat, Cristian thrust me forward and toward the back hallway.

“I asked you one simple question. One simple fucking question,” he sneered.

Struggling in his hold, I pushed against his chest and stumbled over my feet. “Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me go!” I pushed and shoved him as he continued to drive me to the back exit. I smacked his chest, the side of his face, anywhere that I could, hoping that he’d release his grasp just slightly. “Let me go. I didn’t do anything!”

Forcing me into his office, he slammed the door, shoved me to the back closet, and pulled a thick black rope from it. As if he had done this a million times, he grasped my hands in one of his and tied them together behind my back to restrain me—the same way his men had the night he killed Ben.

“Cristian, stop!”

Restraining me completely with the rope until all I could do was squirm, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and walked to his car. “You’re mine,principessa. You’re not leaving me ever again.”

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“Let me go,”I said between clenched teeth, staring out the windshield at the dark skyline.

We had left the city about an hour ago now, I thought, though I hadn’t been paying much attention because I had been trying desperately to get out of this damn rope. He’d tied it so snug that I could barely move.

Cristian tightened his grip on the steering wheel and clenched his jaw, continuing on the gloomy road.

I jerked back and forth, pounding my body against the leather passenger seat. “Let me go! I’m not going to run off again.”

“Where the fuck did you go?”

“Out.”

“I’m not playing these fucking games with you.” He turned harshly onto a street that I recognized as that family home he had brought me to that one time he tortured Charlie. “You’re not leaving me. I spent years trying to get you back.”

A furious and emotional wreck, Cristian slammed on the brakes and parked the car when we reached the house. He walked to my side, pulled me out, and threw me over his shoulder.

I squirmed some more, like a damn worm, trying desperately to get out of his hold. “Cristian!”

“Scream all you want,principessa,” Cristian said to me, walking into the house and up a set of stairs. “There’s nobody around for miles.”

“Cristian!” I screamed louder, hoping it’d cause him some hearing loss or something.

Anything.

“Why can’t you let me go?”

“Why did you leave?” he asked me.

Knowing that he’d kill that bitch himself if I told him that Alessa had shown up at his doorstep earlier, I pressed my lips closed. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I thought about firing shot after shot into that stupid skull of hers and killing her. I didn’t want him to kill her. I needed to do it.

Not only to show Cristian that I could do it, but to also show myself.

Everything that had happened these past few weeks was out of my control. Call me fucking crazy, but if I killed her, I would be the one in control. I wouldn’t feel like Cristian was the one making all this happen. It would give me a sense of fucked up freedom again. But … maybe some jail time too.

Cristian dropped me onto a bed. I landed with a thump and squirmed around on the California king–size mattress, needing to get out of here as quickly as possible. But before I could get far, he restrained me on the bed, each ankle tied to a bedpost, and grabbed a vibrator from a drawer.

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