Page 98 of My Mafia Daddy


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At least… I hope.

My stomach churns as I head into the gas station.

I mill about in between the shelves, acting like I’m looking for something in particular, but really I’m just questioning everything, wondering if I’m doing the right thing.

Idoneed to keep Emma safe.

I also need to avoid her family.

This fucking sucks, but I really do think that this is the only way. I have thought this through. I have tried to plan this out properly, and this isit.

I head to the bathroom, clocking a door out the back as I go.

I guess that’s it.

That’s what I’ll have to do.

There’s a grimy mirror in the pretty disgusting bathroom, so I can’t really see my reflection properly, but I definitely don’t recognize the person looking back at me.

His eyes are sunken in.

My chest rising and falling with every ragged breath.

I can pretty much see the sickness on my face.

Fuck, every part of me hates what I’m doing—all of my instincts are screaming at me not to, but I’m not going to stop because I can’t.

I check my text from Samantha one last time.

I know where I’m going, and why this is happening.

I just have to keep reminding myself of that to keep moving forwards.

Once I gather myself up, just a little bit, I head out and pay the gas attendant. I make sure I act a little strange because I want him to notice me. I want him to pay attention so whenEmma comes in here looking for me, he can tell her that I’ve gone.

I don’t want her freaking out, thinking something has happened to me.

Once I’ve handed over the money, I continue acting freaky. Like I have someone behind me, watching me at all times.

Then I go.

I take off running, out the back door, speeding off.

I feel like shit as I do this, and I really hope that if my path ever crosses with Emma’s again, that she forgives me for this.

It’s the only way.

I hope she understands that this is the only way.

TWENTY-FIVE

EMMA

What the fuck?

I don’t know what I’m supposed to think now. My heart is fucking shattered into a million pieces. Tears are absolutely pouring down my face.

How could Owen do this to me?

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