Page 55 of Wicked Truths
With it being so late, I can barely see the last name Rossi in script on the side of the mailbox, but there’s no denying it, I’m being taken to the Rossi house.
When the gate starts to open, he rolls his window up and drives up the very long brick driveway. We finally come to a stop in front of a mansion, and I know we are no longer in our neck of the woods.
It’s huge and gaudy, just like the Rossi family home back in New York. The entryway is framed by two huge pillars and the flowerbeds are perfectly manicured with fresh red wood mulch.
Small pathway lights line the long driveway and flowerbeds, illuminating the dark yard.
“Let’s get her inside. The boss will be wanting answers soon. And you know the Marinos will figure out who took her as soon as Jax squeals like the little rat he is.” The driver grunts out as he turns the car off.
The guy sitting to my left smacks the back of the driver’s seat. “That’s the boss’s son you’re talking about. The boss won’t take too kindly to you talking shit about his kin.”
The driver chuckles. “It’s the truth, and you know it. He’s only part of us for the money and the benefits.He won’t put in the hours to make his presence known. And he sure as hell won’t take a bullet for the family.”
“He just did, you ass.”
I try to suppress my chuckle, but I fail. Both sets of eyes turn my way.
The driver narrows his eyes at me. “What’s so funny?”
“You two are acting like Jax is a lazy coward, but I’ve seen the dark, mysterious, and dangerous side of him. That’s what drew me into him in the first place. I think he will surprise everyone and make a name for himself. Just wait and see.”
I partly believe this, but knowing my father, brother, and Rhett, Jax won’t live to see the weekend.
The guys get out of the car before helping me out of the backseat. Considering how rough they were when they kidnapped me, they are being quite gentle with me now.
The man who was in the backseat with me half pulls me and half drags me up the front steps and through the large double front doors.
I try to take in as many details as I can, but they are quick to pull me into a tiny room off of the foyer. Large hands push down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit in a chair in what appears to be an office.
Or maybe this is an interrogation room.
The foyer doesn’t seem like the smartest place to interrogate someone, but maybe they are waiting for Mr. Rossi to give them further orders.
The door opens and an older man walks insidebefore closing it back. He limps ever so slightly to where an ordinary person wouldn’t pay it any attention, but it’s enough for me to know that he favors his left leg.
Glancing at the new stranger, my gaze wanders over the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes before settling on his dark orbs.
He looks haunted, like he’s seen and done some shit in his life. His harsh gaze bores into mine like he’s trying to decide what he wants to do with me.
For a moment, I see the deep, dark desire and lust swirl in his gaze before he takes his fill of my body.
I’ve never really felt unsafe or unprotected. I’ve never had to worry about someone drugging my drink or trying to take advantage of me because I’ve always had Joey or Rhett by my side.
But now? Now, I’m not too sure I’ll make it out of here unscathed.
Shaking my head, I break my gaze away from his and stare at the floor. I don’t want to think about all the horrible things that can happen. All the things that this man is capable of.
My heart races in my chest as my mind imagines just what he is capable of.
Would I even try to fight him off?
Or would I hope and pray that it passes quickly?
No! I can’t think like this. I’m Francesca Louise Marino. I am a fighter, and I’ll die before giving up and letting them lay a finger on me.
The man who was sitting next to me in the cardigs out his ringing cell phone. “I’ve got to leave to take this call. Don’t do anything stupid.”
His warning sets my nerves on edge. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as he closes the door behind him, leaving me alone in the office with the older man.