Page 63 of The Wrong Guy

Audrina

Stavros has kept his hand on some part of my body the whole way to his father’s home. I’m relishing the feel of his hand on my body after such a horrific incident happened like this.

“Baby, I’m so sorry you got in the middle of this.”

I lean over the center cubby to put my head on his arm. My head feels as if it weighs a lot because of the beatings I received. Stavros was quick to get me out of the building and into the car. I don’t think he managed to get a complete inventory on my injuries.

I can tell how bruised my body is from how I am lying on Stavros. I know I look a mess, and I’m not want to meet Stavros’s parents like this.

“Why are we going to your dad’s? Can’t I go back to your place, and then you go?” I don’t want to meet him- a significant player in the mafia- looking like I just went rounds with Mike Tyson.

I’m feeling a lot of pressure inside as I consider how to get out of this situation. I have to figure out how to get out without hurting Stavros.

“Audrina, you wanted in. You’re in. This is my life. This is the life I have tried to run from since I left home to go to college. It isn’t a glamorous one but it is one that just saved you.”

“What do you mean that it saved me?” I must have heard him wrong. There is no way his shit saved me from the casualties of what has transpired since I showed up in his office a month ago to help me with my divorce.

His hand grips my thigh. “Without the leverage my family has, everything would have been different. Can we leave it at that?”

I consider his request. Since I have met him, he has done everything to protect me. He has done everything he could to make sure I was safe and even let me come live with him. I could do this for him and let it go.

“Would your father like me?” I ask nervously. I’m looking at the rearview mirror to see Andreas is still driving my new truck.

Every time I have driven that car, something bad seems to happen. I’m tempted to ask for a new one, but I definitely can’t afford it. I can’t afford a new car payment while I’m trying to get my life together.

He chuckles. “Probably not. But I doubt he likes me.”

We arrive at this beautiful gate with a man walking out of a side house to check to see who we are. After the verification has happened, I check again to make sure my brother is still behind us.

We’re parked in front of a gorgeous brick house that looks like it is straight off of a magazine. It is truly beautiful.

Two men are at the front of the house waiting for us to get out of the cars. I’m scared to all hell to leave the car’s safety, but know I need to get out of here and get this done.

If he doesn’t like me, will Stavros kick me out? What if his dad blames me for everything that has transpired? Am I the one to blame for all of this? Is my involvement hurting Stavros?

Maybe Stavros is mad at me for him having to go back to his father like this.

Before I have a mental breakdown, I allow Stavros to lead me into the home.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Andreas asks me. He takes me out of Stavros’s hands to hug me. “If anything would have happened to you, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“I’m fine. I’m just a little banged up.”

Truth is, I don’t know what I am. I watched four people die today while I was chained to a chair. I watched the man I’m falling for kill someone. I found out the horrible secrets Derek was keeping from me, and there is nothing I can do with the information now that he’s dead. One thing I know for sure, I’m really falling for the wrong guy.

“Stav, I see this is Audrina?”

I’m looking over my shoulder to see a larger man with a gun hanging out of his waistband strolling over to us.

“This is Andreas’s sister, Audrina, and my lady,” Stavros introduces. “She’s not a threat, and we have a meeting with my dad.”

The man nods and leads us through the door. He points to a basin off to the side where everyone puts their phones and keys in it. My phone is still in my car from earlier today.

I haven’t even checked the time of the day to see how long I was in the warehouse for. I don’t know if it helped me be found but I won’t argue.

A larger-than-life man is coming at us with a smirk on his face. He hugs Stavros and kisses him on the cheek. He gives my brother a handshake before grabbing me by the waist to give me a hug. The sheer force of the hug has me wincing.

“Sorry, little lady. You’re the first girl my son has brought home.”

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