Page 203 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Please, God. Please let my parents be safe. Please don’t let them be hurt.

And please let them know how much I love them and how sorry I am!

Bright headlights finally light up the patch of concrete I’m huddled against as Nate’s car pulls up to the curb.

I jump to my feet and run over to him, yanking open the car door and crawling into the front seat, afraid to speak the words. He turns to look at me without a response to my silent question, his eyes red, tears streaming from the corners.

No words are spoken.

They don’t need to be.

His face tells me everything…none of which I want to hear or accept.

I fall into his arms, sobs quaking my body as he holds me tight against him, his sorrow mixed with mine.

My prayers were futile.

And now the guilt and heartache are all that’s left to swallow me whole.

CHAPTER16

SERGIO

Ipace in front of the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows on the far end of the apartment, trying to dissect Jaelyn’s words about Nate.

“If you don’t tell him you have me, it’ll be too late for him to pay you anything.”

I shake my fists in the air, trying to keep from blowing like Old Faithful, but it’s hard. Tormentingly so. She’s so goddamn infuriating with all of her venomous words and cryptic warnings.

What in the hell is that supposed to mean?

And why do I even care?

She’s proven before that she’ll say and do just about anything to protect her brother, so why should I think there’s anything credible behind that statement, especially when she’s the one chained to a bed and is looking for any way to get out of here?

I pace for a few more minutes, my stomach growling.

Shit. I really didn’t plan very well at all.

I walk into the kitchen, push aside the tarp covering the refrigerator door, and pull it open. The appliances are still hooked up, so maybe there’s some food here.

I frown at the almost-empty space.

Stoli vodka and a jar of pickles.

Fantastic.

We can get drunk on vodka cocktails with pickle garnish.

I slam a hand down on a slab of plywood, sending it flying into the air.

My ears prickle after it crashes to the floor.

Is that…?

I step closer to the bedroom where Jaelyn is staying, my brow furrowing.

She’s crying?

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