Page 81 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

“From the day we first met, Jane. I joined the police force to make my uncle believe I’d do anything to protect the family, since my cousin, who is supposed to be Capo after Victor, is such an idiot.” He leans in. “I needed to win his trust so he wouldn’t suspect me as I prepared to become Capo of the Camorra and bring the loyalty of more men to my side. I couldn’t let an idiot sit on the Camorra throne. My cousin is weak and stupid, he’ll run the family to the ground and I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Then my father, why did you kill him?”

“Because he was the first to find out who I was.” He scoffs. “It was nothing personal, the man should have known better than to investigate me behind my back.”

I scan the area, looking for something, anything I can use to kill him. Men like him don’t value other people’s life. Men likeTaylor—is that even his real name?—don’t deserve to breathe the same air I breathe.

My eyes burn as tears fill them once more. “Victor will never let you have the throne, you know that better than I do. He will kill you once he learns about your betrayal.”

He raises his finger and nods once. “You’re right, but my uncle won’t have the chance to stop me.” His smile is evil. “You know what they say about dead men and how they can’t tell tales.”

My brows shoot up in shock. Just how evil is this jerk? “You plan to kill your uncle?”

“And his son. And it’s already done. They’re both dead and the throne belongs to me now.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “You know, I always liked you, Jane. You’re smart and witty. Too bad all of that will go to waste when I kill you.”

I don’t care about his family history or his sob story right now. Getting out of here alive and saving Marcus is all I can think of. I need to keep him distracted and engaged until I can come up with a plan on how to escape. “Why are you keeping me alive? Surely you could have killed me already if you wanted to?”

“That won’t be any fun now, will it?” His hand glides over my shoulder and I cringe, disgust creeping up my throat. “I’ll kill you, but only after you watch me kill Marcus and his brothers. See them for how week they are and who knows…” There’s a sick smile on his face. “You could become my wife. Why settle for something weak when you can have something more?”

Is this happening right now? I can’t believe it. “You’re a psychopath, Taylor. A pig. I’d rather die than become your wife.”

“Then you leave me no choice. Once Marcus is dead, I will present his dead body to you, and then I will kill you.” He pretends to think for a moment. “I imagine the two of you will reunite in the afterlife, isn’t that what they call a match made in heaven?”

I spit at his face. “Fuck off, monster. I hate you. I hope you die in a miserable way.”

He wipes away my spit with the handkerchief he used to dab my tears. His laughter vibrates in the room. It’s dark, evil and twisted. He sounds crazy as he stands to his feet, holds his stomach and continues to laugh. “I really like you, Jane. I wish I could keep you alive, maybe have you in my dungeon and fuck you whenever I want. How about that?”

Bile climbs up t my throat. I’ll vomit if he says that one more time. “Try it. Maybe I’ll bite your tiny dick off and spit it on the ground for you to see.”

“Or maybe you’ll take it like a good girl?” He laughs again when he sees the disgust on my face. He strides to me and fists my hair, tugging it painfully. “I will enjoy having fun with you, Jane. I will enjoy breaking you and watching you shatter. I’ll love watching you beg for your life before I kill you.”

My insides quiver with fear, but I don’t let him see it. Psychopaths like Taylor love to feed on other people’s fears. I can’t give him what he wants. “I will kill myself before that happens.”

He tugs my hair tighter and I whimper.

One of his men walks in with a phone. “Boss.”

“What is it?” he growls angrily. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

“This is important.” The man’s eyes meet mine and he looks away. He steps forward to Taylor and whispers something to him.

“Fuck,” Taylor groans. He pulls my hair, lifting my face to meet his. “Pray he doesn’t cause trouble. I won’t stop at breaking your spirit if Marcus gives me a hard time.” He turns to the guy I’d first seen when I woke up. “Keep an eye on her.”

“Yes, Boss,” the guy answers and Taylor leaves the room.

I hear gunshots and my heart aches with each one. I’m afraid one of them could be hitting Marcus. I can’t just sit back and do nothing.

I need to do something.

“I need to pee.”

The guy looks at me. “Pee in your pants, lady.”

That won’t work. I need to try harder. I groan, holding my stomach. “I need to use the toilet. You won’t like it if I do it here and your boss won’t like it either. Please,” I cry.

He rolls his eyes, reluctant. Still, he gives in. “I’ll beat you if you do anything stupid.” He unties me, helps me to my feet and leads me out of the room, his gun pressed against my back.

We make it to a narrow hallway and he orders me to stop, then opens a door to reveal a toilet. “Make it quick.”

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