Page 9 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

See, that sounded like a challenge to me.

Stepping back, I took a second to size up my opponent. He was a big guy with broad shoulders and a firm stance. In a physical fight I’d definitely be on the losing end. However, people his size didn’t tend to be too quick. In that aspect, I had the advantage. At least that’s what I thought.

I dodged to the left and ran for the end of the dock. And I made it there, seconds away from the safety of the water. My feet even left the ground. That was as far as I got before a pair of large arms grabbed me.

“Nice try.”

I thought it was.

“You’re not that fast.”

Way to state the obvious Marty.

He spun around and marched towards his vehicle.

There was only one thing to do in this situation. I went completely limp, relaxing all my muscles while flopping my head back on his chest.

Most people weren’t prepared for the rag doll effect of dead weight. Normally I would’ve slipped out of his arms and fell to the ground. Except the hold he had on me, with his arms hooked under and around my armpits, didn’t allow for me to slip through. It was a tactic I should’ve known considering I’d used it on Knox many times. No one could rag doll like an angry toddler.

“I see you’ve done this before, Marty.”

“It’s not my first rodeo.”

“Clearly I’ve underestimated you.”

He shrugged. “It happens.”

Gotta say, Marty was taking this much better than I was. Mind you, that might’ve had something to do with being totedaround like a toddler having a tantrum. My arms were up above my head, while his muscles dug into my ribs. It wasn’t the most comfortable position. Not to mention how it would’ve looked. The fact that my clothes were wet and I was missing a shoe only topped off the awkwardness.

I could just imagine what anyone watching would think. Unfortunately for me, no one was watching, otherwise I would’ve screamed. When all else fails, rely on negotiations.

“Listen Marty, you seem like an intelligent man.” It was so hard not to snort at that. “Do you really want to take orders from an eighteen year old kid?”

He couldn’t find that very dignified.

“Giovanni is a good man.”

That I snorted at.

“You should be honored to be his wife.”

Okay, I knew what had happened now. The Mancini’s had obviously brainwashed this poor guy.

“I don’t know why you’re wasting your time with me. I’m sure your family misses you.”

There had to be someone out there looking for him.

“My wife and son are at home.”

Someone reproduced with this guy? Marty must have really good dick. I definitely needed to get that support group going.

Marty bent us over and stretched his hand to open the back door. His action caused my body to fold in half which pressed my butt back into him.

“Geez Marty, you should buy a girl dinner first.”

He paused and cocked a brow down at me. “Does Gio know you flirt with other men?”

That was flirting? Well shit, I guess I could do it. I was so surprised by my new found ability, that I forgot what was happening until I was being pushed into that backseat. That was when my rag dolling became a pain in the ass.

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