Page 81 of My Mafia Daddy


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She tugs her dress down, looking all disheveled and worried. But thank fuck she runs for the gun.

With slightly trembling hands as the adrenaline absolutely courses through my body, I use my cell phone to deactivate her ankle monitor in case we need to run.

“Faigh iad!” someone cries out in a thick Irish accent as a giant boot kicks the front door open. “Fuck seo, iad a fháil ar an urlár, anois!”

I don’t need to understand every word being yelled to know that this is a God damn ambush and a shitty situation.

Automatically, I duck as soon as the first gunshot rings out.

I don’t want to die, not here, not like this.

Ineedto get Emma out of here safe and sound.

Masks.

Fuck, these assholes are in masks.

They mean business.

“Get down,” someone yells. “Now, we arenotfucking around here.”

“I’m down,” I shoot back gruffly. “Calm the fuck down. We can talk…”

The next gunshot comes from the other direction.

Shit.

It’s Emma.

Holy fuck, she looks like she knows how to use a gun.

Mind you, she is the daughter of a mob boss, so that makes sense.

Watching her fire off a couple of shots is intoxicating.

This isnotthe way my mind should be going. I know that. I can’t get distracted right now, but God damn it, she really is gorgeous.

“Emma.”

I don’t know if Emma recognizes the voice, but she hears her name.

“What?” she whispers. “Who are you?”

The man standing at the front of the crowd steps forward, like he’s about to go for her, so this is my chance. I’mnotletting anyone touch even a hair on her head.

I leap up to jump in front of her.

I don’t know if it’s the sudden movement or if I’m spotted and needed dead, but the guns start again. The pops seem to come from every single angle. My ears hurt but I’m too focused on Emma to care.

That might be why I don’t realize I’ve been hit until all the air leaves my lungs completely.

Fuck.

Then the pain comes in.

Full force.

It hits me like a freight train.

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