Page 58 of The Wrong Guy

My panic starts to choke me as I think of a way to get out of this.

If it is the police, why would they give me an address in the middle of nowhere?

Damn it.

The person who parked behind me now walks up to the window to tap on it. I don’t roll it down since I’m in the middle of nowhere.

I’m dialing Stavros’s phone and putting the phone under my leg to have someone be there with me. I should have listened to Shelly, who told me not to come.

I can hear the ringer under my thigh when the glass to my car gets smashed in. A hand is coming through the smashed window to grab me by my hair.

“You’re dumber than I thought,” the man states. “Get out of the car, or I will kill you.”

I’m following directions because the way I see it, I’m probably going to die either way. Whichever way this goes, I’m going to die because I didn’t listen to Shelly, who told me to keep my stupid ass at home.

Before I get out of the car, I try to stick my phone in between the seats so it isn’t visible.

“This is a nice car for a stupid fucking bitch,” the man sputters.

“Look. I don’t know what is happening, but I can leave. I promise not to say anything,” I try reasoning.

He’s pulling me from the car and jams a gun into my back. I feel the blunt force of the chamber against the small of my back. Tears are rolling down my face.

The man is pushing me through the warehouse doors into the middle of a room before shoving me onto a chair. Once I’m thrown onto the chair, he begins to tie me to it. I don’t fight him.I don’t see the point in angering him even more than he already is at me.

Suddenly, other men are coming out of the shadows of the warehouse. Each of them holds a phone in their hand as they approach me.

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

One of them sneers from the corner. Each of the men are in a black hoody and black pants. Each of them look like normal people to me, and I wouldn’t have expected them to kidnap someone off the street like I was just kidnapped.

“That’s funny. Here I was thinking you were going to be scrappier than this when I heard about you,” the one who brought me inside begins. “I heard you were the woman who is inheriting all of our money.”

My head swims with ideas. “Wait… Did you work with Derek?” I ask.

The man nods with his gun raised at me. “Yes, I did. Actually, it was more like he workedforme. Now that he’s gone and was stupid about the money, I have to track it down.”

“I don’t have any of the money. It is all frozen in the accounts. I promise!” I beg.

A man behind me grabs the back of my hair to pull my head back sharply. “We know you don’t have it. But we know you’re going to get it.”

“If this is just about money, please tell me how much money he owed you. I don’t have any money but maybe-”

A crack lands on the side of the head. A piercing pain is shooting through my whole body, and tears instantly well in my eyes. No! I’m not going to cry in here.

“We know all about your mafia boyfriend and now mafia brother,” the man with the gun spits out.

“What?” I ask stupidly.

There is no way I heard him right. Is Andreas in the mafia? He’s a poster-board golden child. I don’t even think he has got a traffic ticket yet. If he had got one, I’m sure he would have bought them off.

Is Stavros in the mafia? If they were in the mafia, he didn’t tell me.

Am I really so naïve that I wouldn’t know if someone was in the mafia?

“That’s right, princess. Your boyfriend ruined all of my plans. Now that I have you here, I can do what I want.”

“What is that you want to do?” I ask dumbly.

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