Page 73 of My Mafia Daddy

“I have to get out of here,” I mutter while I push passed him. “I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time for your shit, Hudson.”

Hudson laughs.

A nasty evil sound.

Urgh, that is gross.

“Well, you know I’ll be seeing you soon, Owen. Keep your eye out for me.”

I spin around to stare at him, to try and suss out exactly what this sly little comment is supposed to mean, but it’s too late.

He has his hands stuffed into his pocket and is walking away from me.

But I sense something underneath the surface of his words.

A definite undertone.

Keep your eye out for me.

He’s going to see me soon… what is that supposed to mean? We don’t often plan on meeting up with one another. We have no reason to.

Does he know where I’m staying? No one is supposed to know about the cabin, but what if he does?

Does he know for sure that Emma is still with me? He suspects, but does heknow?

He keeps suggesting it, but to know for certain would take things to a brand new level.

It wouldreallyput me and Emma in danger. Danger that I haven’t even anticipated yet.

My hackles have well and truly risen.

Hudson has never really been much of an issue for me. He’s always in the background, but never a problem. Just a rival for the job contracts that I want, but not a person that I have actively had a reason to hate.

Until now.

Now, he’s threatening Emma. There’s a chance that he will do whatever it takes to get her from me. That man can be relentless… I wouldn’t put anything past him.

There might come a time where I need to get rid of him once and for all, to make sure that Emma is safe. I haven’t ever planned on killing Hudson, but if there is any chance that he’s going to hurt Emma, then I will. I’ll destroy him. Anything for Emma, anything to keep her alive.

Of course I’ll still have to worry about the O’Connells as well, but that’s a different issue entirely.

At least I’m already sleeping with one eye open. Hyper aware of everything around me. It doesn’t feel good, but this is what I need to do.

NINETEEN

EMMA

I spin around, trying to check out my reflection from every single angle. Mostly my butt. Owen seems pretty fascinated with my ass, so I want to show it off.

Luckily, this little black dress he picked out for me fits perfectly, almost as if it was designed just for me.

How does he always do that?

I smile at myself, pleased to look good.

It’s been a long ass time since I’ve really been able to dress up and feel good. Even before I ended up in this stupid cabin. Life has been way too busy for dating and fun…

Notthat this is a date.

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