Page 237 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Almost like I knew what was going to happen…

I try to raise myself up to identify any other clues about where I might be, but my body is sluggish, my limbs lethargic. It isn’t cooperating at all with my frenzied mind. Gripping the sides of the leather cushion I’m sprawled out on, I push upward, a woozy feeling crashing over me. Bile rises in the back of my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for the nausea to pass. I swallow a few deep breaths and that seems to settle my stomach.

But then again, I still don’t know why I’m here in the first place or who brought me here.

That realization alone is enough to send my belly back into upheaval.

I shudder against the back of the couch, voices in the hallway getting louder, closer, and more heated.

My ears prick up at their words. They obviously must think I’m still asleep.

One of the voices sounds vaguely familiar, although I can’t imagine how I’d know it.

I struggle to hear more.

“…meeting…Sal called…be here in an hour…kill them both…”

I let out a little gasp, fear clutching me.

Kill who?

Me?

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