Page 105 of My Mafia Daddy


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My military experience gets me far.

Once inside the warehouse, I need my night vision goggles to get through the darkness. I can’t snap necks as quickly when I can’t see what I’m doing.

My emotions are completely switched off while I work. This is the best way for me to work. My head is on the end goal entirely, nothing else will get in my way.

I’m going to take Hudson down so he can’t get near Emma.

Sheis the only thing keeping me going.

Whoa, shit.

This all gets a million times more real when I spot a selection of photos taken of Emma on a wall. High school photos, candid shots that might have been taken off the Internet, but some that have definitely come from stalking her.

Seeing this and knowing that it was going on a long time before even I got to Emma makes me feel ill.

My fists curl up.

I’m going to have to snap this fucker’s neck.

I can’t have a man obsessed with Emma walking around this planet.

It doesn’t matter what ends up happening with me and her, I won’t let anything happen to her. She’s too good, too pure, too special.

She deserves so much more.

“…I don’t know, but I’m going to make sure…”

Hudson’s voice chills me to the bone.

Hatred floods through me more painfully than anything that’s come before.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kill someone as much as this before.

The ability to think straight has gone.

I can’t plan with precision anymore.

I reach out and grab him, spinning him around rapidly.

I’ve definitely caught him off guard. Surprise overcomes him.

“Owen? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Surprised to see that I’m still alive after your little trick?”

Realization flickers across his face.

“Yep, that’s right, Hudson. I know what you’re up to. I just don’t know why.”

A cloud covers him, darkening his expression. “You know exactly why, Owen. Because you lied to me. I asked you about the clinic thing, and you lied to my fucking face. You didn’t just tell me that you had Emma, saving me time and money. I could have taken on another job.”

I point to the wall of photos. “You could have just let her go?”

He scoffs. “All right, whatever. Maybe not. Maybe never, but who the fuck cares? I needed the money. You know that better than anyone. Or do you? Because I’m starting to think that you’ve been fucking Emma the entire time.”

I blanche. I knew he was suspicious, but to say it out right is something else.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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