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I swallow.

This isn’t like him.

Did I scare him off or something?

Was this all too much, too soon?

We hadn’t agreed to label ourselves or anything, but he stayed the night…

My kids are definitely a lot…

And for a man like him, staying the night…maybe we were rushing something…

Meeting the kids this soon wasn’t ideal.

Maybe it was too much for him after all.

But then my mind hurricanes to other things…

What if he has a wife?

“I was sent here to kill you…” he whispers faintly.

My eyes widen, and I want to jump up. But I can’t. I’m frozen and statuesque. For the first time, I have nothing to say…

He looks at me with the eyes of a stranger now.

My heart was beating a mile a minute.

I didn’t even want to look at him.

I was disgusted.

With him…

With myself…

If I had a gun strapped on me, I’d shoot him right here on the spot. It’s on my nightstand. Part of me thinks I should get it. But if he was an immediate threat, wouldn’t he be killing me right now? While I’m unarmed?

I’ve met a lot of gangsters.

A lot of thugs.

I’ve been beaten and bruised, shot at, and stabbed. I’ve been cussed. I’ve been retaliated against. I’ve been the subject of betrayal and conspiracies…

But never have I been used quite like this..

“Who are you?!” I screech. “And who the fuck do you work for?”

“I’m Tony Giordio…” he says, swallowing hard. “Detroit mob…”

“What the fuck do you want with me!?” I scream. “I don’t bother Detroit.”

He shakes his head. “I honestly don’t know…” His voice falters. “Madam Rosa is my mother…and she’s ruthless, and… I don’t ask questions. I do my job and I leave.” He seems like he’s sputtering. Trying to find words to say.

This isn’t rehearsed.

But it sure as hell isn’t something I care about listening to for much longer.

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