Kidnapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Mafia Don

the rest of us if you caused your father more anguish. "Stop it," I mumble. I'd rather not hear about it any longer. Is that what mafia men think of me? Was the girl unsuited to the family? The pers

ch simpler my life would have been if I had simply been harsh. If I were capable of that. For a while, two strangers having nothing else to say to one another, we smoke in quiet. A gentle rain falls, beating its fingers on the hood of the automobile. We travel through what feels like a dream but is actually a nightmare. It surprises me that I don't feel really scared. Perhaps it's the drink, or perhaps my spirit is empty and I've ran out of things to feel for the day. I regret ever entering that club tonight and I dread the mayhem that will ensue, but I don't fear him as much as I should. I believe my fear of myself outweighs my fear of him. When my father learns, I wonder what he will do. If Salvatore doesn't pursue me, will he care? What if he simply leaves me here with him? Does the madman only like me because he knows I'm not his? So what happens to me? I suppress the racing whirl of my mind. This will be fixed by my father. Somehow, he'll come save me. Even though he isn't a good man or a hero, he is still my father. His pride prevents him from simply abandoning me. All I have to do is survive long enough for that to happen. "You have nothing to miss out