A LOVE THAT NEVER FADES (A MAFIA ROMANCE)

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ts and a comforter. There's a huge floor-to-ceiling window to my right. Behind it lies a thick,

but my heart still beats in my chest li

. This shirt isn't mi

eathing begins to stifle as panic floods my body. Where the hell am I? The view out

lders. I wobble a bit, struggling to find my balance. Once I do, memori

me he took me home

cked. Fear builds on top of my suspicions of that creep. He's

too. My eyes wander for the locks. There aren't any, ju

be able to escape. From the looks of it,

lock. I run to the restroom to hide. I feel like I'm being strangle

opens wit

from a woman. It's soft and gentle, eve

hes a fairl

iding, please come ou

ut I can't hit this old lady

ace. She's not very tall, she's about four inches shorter than me. Her hair is all gray and pinned back

Veronica, but you

rt, I don't feel safe enough to tell her anything about

iting for you." She turns a

. Capon?" I ask

h, returning her sweet gaze. "Well, I think I should let him tell you t

re a

then she gives me

be kept waiting. I suggest you follow me

and spikes me with fright. I don'

e room. She walks us through a nicely decora

ronica's breathing becomes labored. I look over a

r use me for balance. She accepts my help. I move do

Miss. That's ve

easier way for her to get around with

ron

mm

walk up and dow

elevator a long time ago. I just walk down the st

ate thinking about Veronica tir

the front door. I think about making a run for it, but Veronica is sti

escaping is slipping between my fingers. I quickly let the f

hen. The closer we get, the more dread builds in my gut.

of the hall, my head

e is, Mr

ernous and orotund. This is not the same man who

still grazing the floor. Veron

f to move closer. Instead of the floor, my eyes are on his black dr

to control my heavy breathing is makin

me," He

man is going to make my heart explode. He g

gasp before

is hand away. I regret it instantl

, pulling me toward him until the

again," He says. His slate-g

y wrist, forcin

and where the

eful with your choice of words

ntensity of his e

irl from a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Next to the plat

rving, but I'm hardly in any mood to

rough my head. What if he had that guy drug me? What does he want with

have to remind you again." His

to kill me, I'd rather be poisoned than shot or stabbed to d

e starting to get mushy in my mouth and the thought of swallowi

yes boring into me. I don't do anything about it, Instead, I ma

with whipped cream still sit cold on the plate. I think

e plate away. "Now, tell me where I am,

e bar, bringing hi

m not quite sure what I want with you...yet.

His cheekbones and jaw are sharp. His hair is dark and It holds subtle curls wi

ind, but only for a second. Yes, his answer

for helping me last night, but I have to go.

ht grin, but it do

ed around my throat. His grip isn't tight, but I still struggl

out of your head. You're not going anywhere

s begin to pool in my eyes. My h

N

ool. A tear slips from my eye. "No. You can't keep me her

pears. His gaze grows

ing my way to that front door. As I race down the hall, my he

, It's locked. I don't see a lock on it,

l. He's calm, with not a single

e four times, it becomes clear that I

there with his hands in his pockets and that same stupi

drug me last nig

scoffs

e here for what?

if considerin

d then you can let me go," I say, fully prepared to do whatever it takes to get

sn't r

ll do you wa

nd I slowly back m

jaw. His expression falls soft. My breathing slows as I glare int

hair, his lips are just

ou want?"

rces my head back. His eyes are beam