Trapped with the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

e a nerd with zero skills regarding the opposite sex-I'm a frequent shopper here, after all-but that is a large percentage of th

meone is standing right next to

. I di

hood is pulled low over his face so I can only see hi

ey usually opt for civilian casual-jeans, T-shirts, baseball caps. Not shadowy h

o frequent the comic book store, because now I'm praying one of them will notice this creep outside and come save me. But I only manage two ste

bing me like th

ame hood, same shadowy face, but unlike the other man who looked like he was gritting hi

me man fro

e if I hadn't been so busy eyeing him before, I would have noticed something suspicious about him. And mayb

as poked a hole in my side. My vision goes black around the edges, my arms and legs get heavy, and my head sags to the

he gentle sway of his body as he carries me down the

voice a baritone lullaby carrying

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ad to try to keep my brains from sloshing against my skull. I feel worse than I did after my twenty-first birthday when Ivy and I st

enty-fir

und to know I'm in a small room. Each movement of my eyes sends a stab of pain straight to

h for a pair of eyes to look in on me. It looks like a room created to hold psychotic

as it today? Or two days ago? My mouth is dry and my stomach is

n unconscious fo

y throat. I swallow and refocus. I have to stay ca

e. They didn't take my clothes off or beat me. I take it as a good sign th

r

d stumble to the door. The doorknob is

he word comes out as barely more than

and when no one answers, I begin to panic. Am I alo

, and I spin the plate around so it's on the inside of my wrist and use it to bang against the metal door. The sound echo

pounding footsteps growing

er. Someone who will be horrified

ay, a dry cough br

e door, brown eyes are already looking back at me. I rasp out a scre

my legs in front of me to try and make myself as small as possible. Who

t of me begins to take shape. Blue jeans, muscular legs, white T-shirt with a fitted brown leather jacket over top, and then a square jaw. The square

realize the man is smiling. I

good little hostage and keep it down." His voice is as deep as I

frog, and I know I shouldn't care w

bottle of water and a gas station sandwich wrapped in plastic. He tosses both at me. Instead of catching them, I deflect them and then have to crawl acr