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Wow, he’s pretty much asking me if I’m single. He must want to ask me out on a date!
“I don’t have a guy,” I say, looking down as a bout of sudden shyness overcomes me.
“No one at all, huh?”
“No one at all.” Looking up at him, I add, “So, it seems you and I are both single.”
“It seems so.” He steps back. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your shop. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.”
“I’m not in a rush,” I say but think, He must want to ask me out. He’s asked so many questions that tell me he’d like to go out with me.
“I don’t want to hold you up,” he says and steps back into the frame of the door, signaling his imminent departure.
“Okay then.” I don’t really want to leave yet. I feel like we’re so close to something that I know would be hot and amazing and out of this world. So I just go for it. “You want me to come over and make dinner for you sometime?” I ask. “I’m a great cook.”
“So am I. My ma taught me how to cook when I was a kid. I make my own pasta. Sauce too. Maybe you’d like me to come over and cook for you sometime?”
“I’d love that,” I gush. I didn’t peg him as the cooking type, but before today, we never exchanged more than a few words. “Anytime you’d like—I’m always hungry.”
“We’ll see. There’s no rush. It’s not like either of us are moving away anytime soon, right?”
Rats. I thought we had a date.
“Yeah, we got nothing but time.” I turn to leave and have no idea whether this man will ever come over and make me dinner— and then ravage me afterward. But a girl can dream. “Later, Frank.”
“Later, Lisa. You have a nice rest of your day.” He steps back into his house as I walk away, but he doesn’t close the door.
I feel his eyes on me as I walk down the sidewalk. Embarrassed that I must have come off as desperate, I look at the ground, tears burning my eyes. I think I might be single forever.
The sound of his front door closing makes me speed up a bit, knowing he’s no longer looking at me. But then I feel a hand on my waist. My feet leave the ground, and a large hand covers my mouth.
The backdoor of the hearse lifts, and I’m shoved inside. My ankles and wrists are bound, and all I see is Frank, who’s shoving me deeper into the area of the hearse where caskets normally go.
“What are you doing?” I can’t say anything else because he shoves something that tastes like laundry soap between my lips and then covers my mouth with a piece of duct tape.
The door closes, and I’m left in the darkness. What the actual fuck?
Chapter 2
Frank
That went easier than I thought it would!
The girl weighs next to nothing, so grabbing her with one hand was a cinch. It took very little force to tie her up and put a gag in her pretty little mouth. And here I was, prepared for a fight.
Getting into the car, I put my hands on the steering wheel and look into the rearview mirror. She’s wiggling around in the back, trying to get herself free from the ropes. “You won’t get out of those knots, Lisa. You’re going to wear yourself out if you fight them too much.”
Her eyes go wide, and she tries to yell at me through the gag, but all that comes out are muffled sounds. “Mmfff.”
Turning the car on, I put it into gear and head to the church. “You and I have some things to tend to, Lisa. If you sit back and relax, this will all be over before you know it.” I focus my attention on driving, knowing she can’t break free, and make my way to the church.
An undertaker by trade, I was born and bred into the Cosa Nostra. My brother is the head of our family, and he decided that it’s time I take a wife. We looked around to find a woman who could help us grow our business dealings and found this lonely little flower with a floral business that was handed down to her from her parents who perished in a car wreck.
As luck would have it, there was a small house for rent right next door, so I took it and began watching her to see if she was truly alone.
And she is most definitely alone in the world. She’s got nobody. Her elderly grandmother comes to the shop only once or twice a week and sometimes not even that much. We have her under surveillance in case we need to use her to make Lisa do what I want.
Lisa is on her own, and that makes her an easy target. That’s what really matters.
