Captured by the mafia boss

usual. Her feet ached from standing all evening, and she couldn't wait to get home, take off her shoes, and sink into her bed. Life

hung in the air, though the sky hadn't let anything fall just yet. Emily tightened her hoodie aro

ng-low voices, harsh and hurried. She paused. Curiosity tugged at her, a

cles. One of them opened the back of the SUV, and another pulled out a large black bag, heavy and awkward. From where Emily s

d. You hear me?" on

ed him. Alexander Moretti. The billionaire. She had seen him in the news and even once at a fancy event

back alley at night wit

ck. A small piece of grave

the alley, sharp like a hawk's. The men st

in her chest. Run, her brain scr

shouted, "W

ungs burned and tears blurred her vision, but she didn't stop until sh

st it, trying to

n that bag? And why was a bill

't know th

thing wa

ething she wasn'

meone