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He chuckled, wiping his face. “Fiesty.”
“I don’t have a weapon on me,” I groaned. “Unfortunately.”
I was stupid to have come unarmed.
My bag had a gun in it, but I didn’t have one on me.
“What about your badge?” he asked.
“My bag,” I sighed. “My service pistol is also in there.” I knew he’d find it anyway.
He grabbed it off the chair, clutching it close to his body. “Let’s get upstairs.”
I could do nothing but watch as my weapon, the symbol of my authority and protection, was swiftly pocketed by the mobster I’d apparently and stupidly been sleeping with.
Followed by my badge.
I had no idea what was going on.
And Luca didn’t tell me.
Not yet anyway.
I was met with silence as the husky stranger carried me upstairs.
I couldn’t comprehend the situation.
How did he know I was a cop?
As I was carried away, I knew one thing: I had to stay composed.
I was going to have to analyze every single thing that happened between now and getting free.
I was going to have to find an opening; an opportunity to regain control. I had to remember my training.
I had to be observant; looking for any clues that could help me escape.
As we ventured upstairs, I steeled myself for what I knew was about to come.
It was going to be a bumpy ride.
No doubt about it.
It was becoming increasingly clear that he was no ordinary man but rather a player in the dangerous game of organized crime.
Just before I was carried away too far to still see him, I watched as Luca stepped back toward the bar and shared a quick exchange with the bartender. Their conversation dripped with caution.
My heart raced, hoping this man would save me.
I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
This guy and everyone in the bar had to be in on this.
"You didn't see nothin', so don't say nothin'," Luca told Tony and the other men at the bar in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of eavesdroppers. Tony’s face tightened.
"I told you, Luca," he replied with a sigh. "You have to keep this shit under wraps here. It’s a balance, ya know?" I could hear it in his voice; the bartender was frustrated.
They were playing a dangerous game.
