Page 65 of Secret Mafia Daddy

“Oh, yes,” I breathe. “Do you know anything about Angelo?”

“I have his location,” she says, sounding a little far away, as if she’s in a dead spot. “If you can just meet me, I’ll take you to him.”

“I have my daughter,” I say, and Aurora chuckles.

“Bring her, it’ll be lovely to see her,” Aurora says, and I bite my lip.

This all feels a little weird, but in the wiseguy lifestyle, things get weird sometimes, right?

“Send me your location,” I say, and hurry to get Chelsea in the car.

Chelsea’s just sleeping in the backseat because it’s still pretty early in the morning, and when we pull up to meet Aurora, it’s a pretty good way out of town.

I get out of the car and Aurora steps forward, and I’m surprised that she’s what appears to be a natural blonde with blue eyes. I thought she was Italian.

“Hello,” she says, smiling. “Where’s the little one?”

“She’s in the car,” I choke out, feeling like something’s wrong.

Suddenly, the world goes dark as someone puts a bag over my head and ties my arms behind my back.

I scream and slowly realize that Aurora isn’t Aurora at all, but someone trying to kidnap me and my daughter. I fight and scream and bite but it does me no good. I’m still dragged into a car and I can hear Chelsea crying.

“Don’t tie her up,” I plead. ”Just let me hold her. She’s too little to help me.”

There’s just silence and I can’t see anything because of the bag, but then Chelsea climbs into my lap.

Someone secures us with a seatbelt and I rest my back against the seat as we drive away. After a while, we stop and they take me out of the car. By the sounds around me, we are at an airfield of some sort, and I’m forced to climb some stairs while Chelsea holds my leg. Where are they taking us?

I have no idea where I am or what to do, my thoughts going everywhere. Do they have Angelo, too? Does Nico know that we’ve been taken? Surely he’ll be suspicious when I don’t answer my phone.

On the flight that seems endless but is probably just over a couple of hours, all I can think about is Angelo, and hope that he’s all right and that he’ll come after us. Even if his love for me is not real, I know how much he loves Chelsea.

“Don’t worry, Mama,” Chelsea whispers. “Papa will save us.”

I move my head to press against hers, still with the bag over my head.

When we land, we are again put into a car and driven away.

As the car pulls to a stop a while later, all is silent around us. We are taken inside a building and I’m tied to a post or pilar while Chelsea climbs into my lap again. This must be a warehouse, but where, only god and my kidnappers know.

It feels like hours before someone takes the bag off of my head, and I have an instant headache from the sudden lights.

“Where’s your husband?” the woman asks me, and someone barks something at her in what sounds like Russian. “Where is Angelo Bianchi?”

“What do you mean?” I groan. “I don’t know where he is. I was looking for him.”

“We captured him," she says, "But he got away. I knew you would know where he was. What woman isn’t her husband's keeper?"

“I don't even know who you are,” I whisper. “Why would I tell you anything?”

“My name is Anastasia Ivanov,” she says, like that’s supposed to mean something to me.

I do know of the Ivanovs, they’re big in the Russian mafia, but I don’t know an Anastasia.

She sighs. “Dmitri’s sister,” she says, and I gasp.

Dmitri Ivanov is head of the bratva in New York City, and he’s known to be ruthless.

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