Page 56 of My Mafia Daddy

I have done many things wrong, but for now, I want to do at least one thing right.

But I think I’m going to need a couple more drinks first…

FIFTEEN

EMMA

I blink a few times, allowing the light to wake me up, but actually it turns out I don’t need that. The moment I inhale a familiar scent beside me, my eyes snap open.

Owen.

That smell is unmistakably him. But I’m very much alone.

That does suggest that he slept here though, beside me, which gets my heart racing.

I run my hands over the pillow where his head must have lay, enjoying the warmth there. But it’s the moment I spot the shoelace track marks on my arms that brings a giant smile to my face.

Nowthatwas hot.

Unexpected, but sexy as all hell.

Again though, it leaves me stewing in feelings I never expected to have, and emotions I shouldn’t have as well.

Feelings for Owen that are only going to get me hurt.

I can’t fall for him… I just can’t.

Even if he did staywith methe other day, which could only really mean one thing. Same with his confession yesterday, right? If I heard him right, that is.

If only I was being coerced into a marriage with Owen by my family. That would be so much more fun.

A man like Rickie couldnevermeasure up to Owen. They are just on different planets. Owen is hot and sexy… he’s caring and fun to be around. Everything Rickie isn’t.

No. I shake my head to myself quickly. I must stop thinking like that, or I really will end up in a Stockholm Syndrome type of situation. Staying here because I get some sick pleasure out of being a kidnap victim.

Yeah, I can’t let that happen… I need to get back to real life eventually.

I’m going to have to find a way out of here somehow.

Actually…

If Owen isn’t here in bed with me, then maybe he’s left the cabin. He definitely has the tendency to do that without telling me, only this time…

I glance down at my ankle happily, wondering if he’d kept the monitor off after yesterday.

But that little glimmer of optimism soon dies the moment I see how Owen has betrayed me. I must have been really knocked out asleep because he’s managed to turn it on—it’s flashing a green light, letting me know that it’s definitely activated.

If I try to run again, I won’t make it to the traps on the outskirts of his land because I won’t even make it out the door. I’m sure that electrical shock has been turned right up, so there’s no chance of me getting anywhere.

What the hell am I going to do?

I suppose my routine won’t change. I need to get up and shower. To somehow make it through another day, still not knowing a damn thing about what’s happening in the outside world. Not knowing what’s going to happen to me.

Oh!

But this time, as I head out into the kitchen, diner room, I spot a folded piece of paper on the table.

A note.

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