Page 38 of My Mafia Daddy

Which only makes this whole mess with Emma even weirder to me.

What am I doing?

I finally manage to shut my phone down, to tuck it away in my pocket so I don’t have to see the video anymore, to be reminded of the past, but I can’t stand just yet.

I need a few more moments to collect myself.

To work out what’s next for me.

If I hadn’t gone to war… if Justine hadn’t been killed in a car accident… I can’t even begin to imagine where my life would be right now.

Let it go Owen.

You need to move on.

Easier said than done.

It would certainly be very different to how it is right now, that’s for sure!

After a while, I get up and run back to the cabin, trying to get my head in order as I do.

But all of that flows out the window the moment I spot Emma, standing at the cabin door with her ankle dangerously close to the edge, as if she’s about to bolt free once more.

I don’t think she’s about to make that mistake again.

She knows now that no matter how far she gets, she isn’t going to fully get away from me. I have traps and plans to keep her in the cabin for as long as I need to.

To keep her safe.

And to give me time to plan out whatI’mgoing to do next.

“Oh, you’re back,” she cries out the moment she spots me, her facial expression hardening. “I thought you might have left meagain.”

I smirk back.

“If you’re never going to be here, then why don’t you just let me go?”

I pass her at the door and head into the kitchen and make myself a protein shake, ignoring all of her questions.

“I don’t see why you need me here anymore, Owen. Since you won’t tell me exactly why you have me here. I guess your goals aren’t being achieved anyway, so what’s the point?”

I meet her eyes, about to shoot back some silly retort to shut her up, but nothing comes out.

When she’s yelling at me like that, she reminds me way too much of Justine.

The hairstyle, the angry line down her forehead… wow.

She’s lovely, and there’s a real perfection to her.

Knowing that there are men out there in the world who want to hurt her makes me feel sick to my stomach.

How can they be so cruel?

Just because of her family connections… it seems mad.

Mind you, I’m not much better, am I?

I was going to kidnap her and hand her right over to Vinnie, her father’s rival. I was going to be a big part of what happened to her, knowing it wouldn’t be good.

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