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“I’m not killing her yet. I’m sure she will be more than useful, secretary or not. You both said she knows more about DeLuca than probably anyone,” Mancini says his voice is entirely too calm.
It seems that little miss southern belle has been kissing and telling. I knew it was a reason why I didn’t like this bitch.Well, besides the fact she was fucking Giovanni.
“I need you to tell me everything you know about where DeLuca’s parties are and how everything goes down. I want to know when the next party will be and who will be on the guest list. Since we don’t have our insider anymore,” Salvador cuts his eyes at Carly, and I finally understand what’s really going on.
“You were playing Giovanni the entire time. You were the reason we had so much security last time.”
Everything's coming together. The reason we threw the party at the Garden house in the first place. Nobody had ever been there, so if Mancini tried to hit the event last time, they were at a disadvantage.
I wish Giovanni would’ve told me what was going on, but I understand he was trying to keep me safe. Now, I have to do the same for him.
“I can’t do anything you asked me anyway,” I say, trying to sound a lot braver than I feel.
“Then your father will die, then your little friends until you can manage to do what I say.” Mancini drops the calm act, and his voice becomes menacing. He snaps his fingers, and one of his goons brings my blindfolded father into the room.
I shake my head, and real tears fall from my eyes when I see the bruises on my poor daddy’s face. “I quit today. I can’t do what you want because I don’t work for Giovanni anymore.” I sob.
I can protect Giovanni because I don’t have the information they need, but now I can’t protect my family and friends.What the hell am I going to do?
***
It’s been a few hours since they took me, but I feel like I’ve been locked in this office for days. Salvador had his minions tie me to a fucking chair before they left me in here. I think Carly’s crying for my head like she was the queen of hearts was getting on their nerves as much as it was mine. I can say slapping the shit out of her was satisfying as hell though.
But I really should’ve seen who Carly really was from the jump. But I missed so many signs of her underhandedness because I was so jealous. I knew that she wasn’t a good person, but I never would’ve guessed that she would betray Giovanni.I guess what they say about a woman scorned is true.
Loud noises bring me out of my thoughts, and I try to listen closely. I can hear what sounds like a party going on in the building. There’s loud music, lots of voices, and clanging of glasses. I’ve tried to figure out where I am, but the office I’m locked in doesn’t have any windows. I wish I knew where I was. I also wish I would’ve been paying more attention so I wouldn’t be in this situation.
I wish for a lot of things, but most importantly, for my daddy and friends to be ok. My unsuspecting friends who don’t even know half the shit I’m involved in are now in danger. I hate to think of someone like Salvador Mancini getting his hands on the twins.
The twins think that I’m naïve, and I can admit that I am when it comes to romance, but when it comes to the illegal activities of the DeLuca family, I am extremely experienced. Even though they would’ve run screaming in terror at the thought of working for the Mafia, I found it all intriguing. I wanted to work in a fast paced environment making a six-figure salary. But most importantly, I wanted to be next to Giovanni.
Now, I regret it all because I haven’t seen my poor daddy since they paraded his bruised body in front of me. I feel so sad that just a few hours ago, I planned to go to his house and interrogate him.
I was so angry at my daddy for interfering in my life. I only questioned how I got my job one time when I first started. I should’ve known somehow my father was able to convince The Brawler to give his daughter a job right out of college.
However, I know my daddy just like he knows me. I would’ve fought him tooth and nail if he said he found me a job. I wanted to do things on my own for once in my life. I went to the college he wanted me to go to, and I even stayed home while attending university. I did everything my daddy wanted me to, and I wanted for once to be independent and find my own career.
I have every right to be upset at the two men in my life for lying to me for so long. They could’ve told me that they knew each other somehow. I would’ve respected the facts, but now, I can’t trust either of them.
My emotions are all over the place, and I’m conflicted. I’m still upset, but the feeling of worry is starting to overwhelm me. My daddy is sixty-years-old, and Mancini had him beat black and blue because he’s a greedy asshole who is trying to get one up on Giovanni. I know they didn’t believe me when I said I quit working for Giovanni, but Giovanni must’ve believed me because he just let me go.
He didn’t follow me or try to make me stay. He just… let me fucking go. How can I be so in love with a man who doesn’t even want me? I want to let him go as easily as he did me. Hopefully, I’ll come out of this thing alive so I can move on with my life.
An hour or two goes by, and Mancini and three men enter the office. I’m glad they didn’t put the blindfold on again, but since I’ve been tied to this chair since they left, my limbs are numb from being in one position. But at least I’m not dead, and they haven’t beaten me black and blue or tortured me… yet.
Please, God. Get me out of here safely.
I make sure to pay attention to everyone around me. All of the men have the same dead look in their gazes except for one. His hazel eyes watch me with caution. It’s like he’s trying to read me, or he’s looking for something. I’m not sure why he’s staring, but I continue to watch him cautiously. He stares for a second longer before breaking our eye contact.
I don’t know what Mancini has planned for me now that I’ve told him I quit my job and can’t be his puppet. I’m hoping while he was gone, they figured out that I wasn’t lying. I don’t know what that might mean for me, but hopefully, it isn’t a death sentence.
“We did some checking, and it looks like you were telling the truth. You quit your job, which is unfortunate for you.” Mancini shakes his head with a frown.
“How is it unfortunate? Now that you know that I’ve quit, you know I can’t offer you anything. I have nothing to do with any of this. It was just a job.”
“You’re right. But I can’t let you go. You might run your mouth, and I can’t take the chance.” Mancini’s frown turns into a wicked smile, and I can see the sadistic bastard that he is.
He wants me to beg him for my life, but I’m not stupid enough to think that will make any difference. He had always planned on killing me. I can see it in those dead eyes of his. So if he wants me to beg, then I won’t give him the satisfaction.
