Page 66 of Mafia And Maid
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After dinner, I need some time alone. My heart gallops in my chest as I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Sitting in my room, the need to make sure Ethan is safe pumps through me like a compulsion. I could phone to check up on him. But I need toseehe’s safe. Because Kane following me has sent my anxieties into a tailspin. I’ll just have to be extra careful and take more precautions than normal.
An hour later, I’m almost there. I pull the coat I’m wearing tighter against my body, fighting against the chilly air as it whips down the street. There’s been a recent rain shower, and it feels like it might rain again soon.
The flickering streetlight cast the area in a soft yellow glow. There’s no one on this side of the street, and the silence is deafening.
I’m nearly at the corner of Kori’s street when my hair is yanked back by the root.
My yelp echoes around the barren street.
“Found you,” a voice hisses into my ear.
Hot, rancid breath washes over my neck and smothers me with the smell of alcohol and cigar.
Every bone in my body locks into place as I freeze with fear. He’s found me.Oh my God.
“Do you really think you’re smarter than me, you stupid bitch?” Grayden snarls.
Another rough yank. My feet slip out from under me on the slick surface of the alley I’m being dragged into.
“Please,” I beg, my fingers clawing at his as I try to dislodge his hands.
But it’s no use. He’s stronger than me. He’s more powerful than me in every way.
“Do you think it’s funny to humiliate me?”
I can feel my hair rip from my scalp. “N-no…”
“Do you know what this has done to my reputation? How much you’ve fucking embarrassed me? After I gave a fat bitch like you a chance?”
His fist collides with my side, knocking the air from my lungs.
I gasp before the hard, dirty alleyway collides with my cheek.
My stomach lurches when the toe of his handmade loafer collides with my gut.
“I’m the fucking laughingstock of the country club! All because of your stupid stunt. People are fucking whispering shit about me!”
“Please,” I mumble, curling into myself. “I wasn’t—”
Another rough yank on my hair.
And I scream before I can swallow the sound.
“Shut the fuck up!” The cold metal of his watch collides with my jaw as the smack of his hand jolts my head to the side.
The metallic taste of blood coats my tongue.
“No one’s coming to save you, you ugly bitch. You belong to me. Remember? You’re fucking mine.”
I cry out as he kicks me again.
“Where the fuck is my son? Where have you hidden him?”
Another smack. I feel my lip split.