Trapped with the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

taking another st

irs. Straight past him. Which I know immediately he won't let happen. He held both my arms above my head w

afraid someone will overhear u

o

er, and I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready to be hopeless. Hope is keeping me standing. Hope is

might rub my nose in the carpet to teach me a lesson. I squeeze my eyes shut as he opens the door, but when

in an office.

they belong in my father's office. And best of all, there's a long window set into the wall just below the ceiling. I can see grass growing around the edge of the frame and the trunk of

front of me, smiling. His teeth are intensely white, especially compared to his tan skin. Somethin

e sounds like a magic enchantment being whispered

d by his smile and wide flung gestures, but a

l be time for those. But for now, I wanted to say he

scoff. "I'm

rn. "I'm sorry you have felt that wa

ct from all of our guests. If it's not shown to us, we do not return it. I ca

broken the moment I was drugg

not followin

to me. The one who grabbed me, who ... touched me. They have the

rly and squat with a thick mustache, but they have the same jaw. And the same eyes. And under the

g between them, my brain reelin

s hands in front of him. "Has my

er, and I can't tell if he's uncomfortable or ne

the man says, pressing his

European. I can place it now. And

I look up into his warm brown eyes and remember what he did to me only hours ago. The way I fel

my father. They're using me to get to him. And s

forward in a bow, a sarcastic s

Pet

e Russian mob, and

ter

u

to eat her. Though, that might actually be part of it. He has alw

," he says, clapping his meaty hands toget

of the head of a Russian mob family. I'd say she's ignorant of his status, but I can tell by the way the blood drained out of her

ella by the arm and drag her to a chair. She casts

a wave. "It doesn't matter. I'm the one who needs to know things right

can see her fingers trembling where they rest ag

, either. If she thought I lost my cool before in her

ons on his shirt strain against his stomach. "And I've made it incredibly clear to him that we're

ng forward, the smile wiped from his face.

her quick-witted remarks would be enough to distract him from his anger. But saying nothing is the worst plan. It will

to save her," I say. "Maybe she doesn't want us to know she's meanin

y father. He turns to me, eyes narrowed, disappr

huff. "If he's insightful, then I'm

n. "Please enlighten us then. Why else would you not want to speak a

ybe my father hasn't responded to you because the