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Hitting the brakes, I turned around, feeling a wave of relief when I saw a balled up suit jacket in the backseat of the car.
Would I look ridiculous?
Yes, of course.
But would it hide the bulge of a gun?
Also, yes.
Yanking off my seatbelt, I grabbed the jacket, pulling it on, and hiding the gun in an interestingly placed pocket on the inside, a pocket that didn’t seem to exist in normal jackets, and one that was suspiciously the perfect size for said gun I shoved in there.
Apparently, mafia guys even had special tailoring done to their suits to help them hold more weapons on them.
You learn something new every day, I guess.
Finished with that, I took a steadying breath.
Checking the time, I still had another ten minutes, but I wasn’t going to waste them.
Moving away from the curb, I kept going in the direction of the garage, ignoring the way my hands were slippery on the wheel, and my heart was lodged in my throat, hammering so hard I felt sick.
This was for my mom.
I could do anything for her.
Even park the car, cut the engine, leave my purse with my phone, climb out, and walk toward the man standing at the side of the building.
My vision suddenly flashed back.
To that day at the restaurant.
To the door opening.
To the two men walking in.
Then the guns, the bullets, the pain.
I hadn’t been able to recall their faces before, anything other than vague descriptions of height and weight. But as my gaze landed on this guy, there was no question. He was one of them. And not just any of them. The one who’d shot me.
The evil glint in his eye only confirmed that.
“Didn’t think you’d be fucking stupid enough to come.”
Then his arms were shooting out, grabbing me, then yanking me down the alley with him.
I saw the side door, wondered if I should reach for the gun now, shoot him, then go save my mom.
But there was no way to know if someone was inside with her right then, holding a gun to her, ready to kill her at the first sign of trouble.
I couldn’t take that chance.
So I let this man press bruises into my skin as he dragged me through the door, then shoved me so hard that it was impossible to right myself.
I was falling.
Crashing down on all fours on the unforgiving cement floor.
The pain ratcheted up my arms and down legs at the impact, my shoulders, wrists, and knees screaming.
