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I hear a dark chuckle, inches away from the pantry door. Suddenly, light floods over me as he throws it open andgrabs my bathrobe, pulling me out. The knife clatters to the floor, skittering across the slippery marble. He smiles, evil and depraved.
“I don’t usually like hide-and-seek,” he whispers darkly, leaning in too close for comfort. “But that was fun.”
“Please…”
“Please, what?” he asks cruelly, mocking my fear. “Let you go? Leave you alone?”
“Yes.”
His eyes rove over me, resting too long on my half-open bathrobe. I shrink against the counter, trying to make myself smaller, to cover up more. His gaze darkens and a lewd smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
“Maybe I’ll let you live a little longer,” he whispers, winking at me. “So we can have some fun.”
The anger in my heart multiplies, simmering wildly inside. It seeps into my veins, my blood, and deep into my bones. If this man thinks he can “have some fun” with me before he kills me, he’s sorely mistaken.
I lean back and launch a wad of spit into his face. It hits him squarely on the cheek and he shoves me away, wiping at his face.
I take the opportunity to twist away and run for my knife but the click of a gun stops me in my tracks.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” he warns, his voice cold and hard again. “Turn around slowly, hands up in the air.”
My heart drops but I do as he says.
“We’re about to play a real fun game, waitress.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Rafael
Fuck, what am I doing?
I drop the cigarette butt on the concrete and stomp it out with my heel. Leaning against a cement post, I massage my temples and try to think straight. I just went to hell and back to save Lux, and here I am, running away from her.
And why? Because she wants to end our relationship? Because she doesn’t want to be trapped in a sham of marriage? Because she hates that I kill people, for God’s sake?
I should be upstairs, talking to her, showing her how much I truly love her. I should be making her see how real this relationship, and this marriage, is.
I need to prove to her that she’s my priority. I don’t care about any of this other shit.
Logically, I need to find and destroy Vince, but I don’t have to do that this second. The penthouse is as secure as can be. We’re safe here. We can take a few days to recuperate and work thingsout. Then I’ll get back out there and find him, even if it makes her angry.
She doesn’t understand how these things work. If we let him live, he won’t let us live. That’s how it is when you make enemies in this world. But that’s a conversation for a later day. Right now, Lux is my priority.
I heave myself off the post and stride to the elevator, thankful I hadn’t actually stormed to my car and driven away like I had planned. I press the elevator call button and pull out my phone, scrolling through to Lux’s name.
>>Luxy, I’m sorry. I’m coming back up so we can talk. Love you.
I add a cute little heart, feeling like a giddy teenager, and hit send.God, I love her. I can’t wait to hug her and make everything all right. Surely, she’ll understand if we just talk it through.
“Where the hell is this elevator?” I grumble to myself, glancing up. My heart skips a beat when I see my personal elevator moving up through the floors, heading for the penthouse.
What the fuck? No one has the new codes except for my uncles and Enzo.
I call the general elevator and dial my uncle Rocco. When he confirms that neither him, nor Joe, are heading to my place, I start to panic. I see my elevator reach the penthouse floor as I slide into the general elevator and dial Enzo.
As soon as the doors shut, the power goes out. I’m trapped in this pitch-black box illuminated only by the glowing emergency call button.
“Boss?”