Page 115 of My Daddy Is An Ex-Con


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"Fucker," one snarls in an Italian accent.

The Riccardis.

I brandish the knife. "You’d better not come closer."

One of the Riccardis pushes my back to the wall. "You’re dead meat, motherfucker."

They lash me to the rusty pipe yet again.

I scream, fighting like hell to break free.

It doesn’t work—I’m trapped.

The Riccardi brother in front of me sneers. "You’re our lure. We know for a goddamn fact that the Lucianos will track you down. This entire warehouse is rigged to the tits. Packed with dynamite and hair-trigger explosives. You don't stand a fucking chance."

I stare dead into their eyes."Let me go."

That’s when the window crashes open.

Medici

I shouldn’t take my rage out on an innocent window.

It’s not fair—it did nothing to me.

However, as I kick it in with my steel-toed boot, I can’t help but bash it to smithereens.

Fuckthis window—it’s the only thing keeping me from my boy.

Thank fuck my brothers spotted the Riccardis’ vehicle pulling into this abandoned warehouse.

They were able to track it after they noticed the Riccardis stopped it to throw a body over the side of a cliff.

Using facial recognition technology, they determined the dead body had been Enzo’s ex-boyfriend, Traxton.

Tommaso was certain Traxton drugged Enzo for nefarious reasons.

One thing’s certain—the world won’t mourn that loss of life.

The fewer creeps, the better.

Right now, my mind’s not on Traxton, Tommaso’s ex, Remy—who originally texted Tommaso to let him know he and Traxton had taken Mattie—or my brothers, who’ll be fine.

I can only think about one thing—one boy.

Mattie.

Sweet, precious Mattie.

Those assholes brought him to this warehouse and tied him to a rusty pipe in this fucking room.

A scream fills the air. "Daddy!"

I land on my feet—like a cat.

All my body weight localizes in this one central point.

I take a moment to take in my surroundings. Black concrete walls trap us inside. A dim light shines through the busted window. Must and mildew enter my nose, attesting to the warehouse’s abandoned state. A bird calls overhead and fills the warehouse with shrieks.

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