Page 6 of My Mafia Daddy


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Who would want to threaten a clinic? We don’t even have the sort of pain killers in here that someone might be seeking out.

A lump forms in my throat as I find myself facing the unimaginable horror of a gun being pointed in my face.

But that doesn’t turn out to be the worst part.

It’s the face behind the gun.

The homeless man, the man I thought was my friend, about to help me with my plan.

Wilson Anderson.

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OWEN

This is not my plan.

My heart pounds, I feel like shit as I wave the gun around the clinic, but I’ve been left with no choice in the matter.

I can’t grab Emma at the end of one of her shifts now like the original plan, because that fucker sitting in the clinic waiting room with a shit eating grin on his face has ruined everything.

I don’t knowwhatHudson is doing here, but it can’t be good.

Nothing that man does is good.

“Come with me.”

Emma’s eyes widen. I don’t think she’s processed what’s happening yet.

“I’m not fucking around. We need to go.Now.”

I can sense Hudson’s eyes on me. Whether he’s angry or upset by my interjection, I don’t give a shit. The further I can get Emma away from him, the better.

I’m sure she doesn’t think I’m protecting her, but that’s what I’m doing.

Even if she hates me for it.

This is why any emotional involvement isnota good idea when working.

People remain on the floor as I step through the crowds. I need to get closer to Emmanow, to make her understand what I’m doing and why I’m doing this. It’s all for her, even if it really doesn’t seem that way right now.

“Stop,” she whispers, but I don’t. “Wait.”

“Emma, I need you to come with me.”

I lower the gun just a little. I can’t put it right down, though, not with Hudson in my eye line.

“Someone is after you, Emma.”

“Yes…” she just about manages to rasp back. “You.”

Okay, well I guess I’m going to have to go the whole hog then. Show her what I’ve done. Nothing was supposed to go this way. I feel like shit, but this is the only way.

“The man who watches you…”

“Blake? My father’s man?”

She must be in shock. She’s sayingwaytoo much. Luckily, I already know everything. Although I have no idea what the rest of the people in the room are thinking. I’m glad Emma’s co workers aren’t rushing me to save their friend.

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