Page 69 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

“It sure is pumpkin.” He pats my back.

“Congrats Scott. I hope everything works out for the both of you.” Oscar giving us a genuine smile. His blue eyes sparkle behind his glasses.

I smile back at him. Glowing with excitement. This is the good news that I’ve been waiting for. Finally, something that’s looking up. I can’t wait to inform Lucca. Once we finish eating, we get ready to head back home. We can’t stay away for long. I can’t risk anything, and that’s including Oscar. Giving Dad another hug, we leave.

“Chuck, I’m so happy for you. Things are looking up for you.”

“I know right, God Oscar. I’m over the moon right now. I thought for sure he was going to tell me he was gone for sure.”

He rubs my knee. “He wouldn’t leave you. He’d be crazy too.”

The ride back is quiet. I’m lost in my own thoughts. Still boggled that he has a girlfriend. Pamela, wow. Thankfully, she’s a nurse, so if anything does happen, she’ll be able to take care of him. I pray that he’s in remission. That’ll be the icing on the cake.

“Oh, shit,” he said, alarmed

“What?” I look around.

“There’s a car that’s been following us for the last couple of blocks. Hold on I’ll try to lose them.”

He speeds up, switching lanes. I turn around noticing the black SUV switching lanes as we do.

“He’s getting closer. You’ll have to get off this road, pretend it’s need for speed.”

“It’s a Honda Civic!” he yells, as he takes a sharp right turn.

I grab the door handle so I don’t fall into Oscar. He makes a couple more turns. I do a quick look behind us, not seeing the SUV.

“I think you lost him.”

“Fuck I hope so. That’s crazy Chuck. We should call some—”

That’s the last thing I heard before, the sound of metal crunch together on my side of the car. Oscar and I were both thrown forcefully to the left, glass raining down around us. The car stops abruptly snapping my seatbelt across my chest. I let out a grunt in pain. My head hits the headrest with such force I’m left dizzy. My ears are muffled with a ringing sound, drowning out any noise that surrounds me. I try to rotate my head, but pain shoots up my neck. I let out a whimper.

“Oscar?” I groan out. Silence greets me. “Oscar?” I call louder.

A shadow passes by my window. I try to look without moving my neck. It isn’t until my door is roughly torn opened that I recognize the voice. It’s the masked man that entered my apartment. A tear runs down my cheek. My breathing picks up when his hand comes around my waist and unbuckles me.

“Hey sugar tits, miss me?”

I can hear Oscar’s door open and his seatbelt unclipping.

“What do you want with us?” I cough out, the pain from the seatbelt settling into my chest.

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little face. You won’t be seeing anything, anyway.”

I narrow my eyes at him. What the fuck does that mean. Then I see the needle in his hand. I try to shift out of his way, but pain shoots up my neck again. I wince.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all your pain for you.”

“Don’t fucking touch us you douche bag.” I spat out.

He didn’t bother replying. Before I knew what happened, I felt a slight pinch in my neck from the needle.

“Night, night.”

The last thing I saw was his ugly masked face.

My thoughts on Lucca and how I betrayed his trust for leaving the house. If only I stayed home, I wouldn’t have risked Oscar’s life or destroyed Lucca.

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