Page 2 of Moretti Captive
Harper Peterson
Deal! Be there soon.
I drive faster than I ever have and somehow don’t get pulled over. I spot him on the curb, brown hair shaved on the sides, long on top, wearing a sleek black suit. Definitely him. I roll down the window. Flustered, I call out to him formally like a weirdo. “Mr. Moretti!”
He frowns, stepping closer and looking through the window at me. When he doesn’t say anything, I get annoyed. “Hurry up and get in before it’s too late.”
“Too late for what?” His warm, smooth voice washes over me. Fuck, he’s even hotter in person.
“Saint Mary’s ring a bell?” I ask.
His face slackens, but he gets in the back. I roll my eyes and pull into traffic. Even ridiculously hot guys can be idiots.
We drive in silence until he breaks it. “Why are you doing this?” His voice is sharp.
I shrug. “I need the money.” Then, jokingly, “Plus, the tip was a good incentive.”
My phone dings, but I ignore it. He huffs. “Money? You think your life is worth what you’re getting paid?”
I shrug again. “It pays the bills. Sure, it can be dangerous, but I’ve had some decent passengers.”
“Jesus. How long have you been doing this?” He sounds almost scandalized.
“Every weekend for two years. My night job alone doesn’t cover rent. This helps.” Some people’s small talk can be so invasive.
2.Vincenzo
This piccola ragazza?1 has been kidnapping people every weekend for two years just to make ends meet? How little is she being paid to kidnap me? If kidnappings don’t even pay the bills anymore, the economy is doing worse than I thought.
As the leader of a mafia family, I can say with certainty that her boss is ripping her off. If she hadn’t kidnapped me, I would consider offering her a job myself. The way she picked me up was so casual. Honestly, one look at her and I wanted to get into the car without any prompting.
I’m too distracted with her nonsense to notice. I look up as she pulls over at Saint Mary’s. First, she threatens my daughter, and now she thinks I’ll let her get near her?
She’s a pretty girl, so I feel a little sad that I’ll have to splatter her brains on the windshield. With her brown, shoulder-length hair and freckles across her nose, I might have thought she looked innocent if she wasn’t literally kidnapping me. “You're not very smart if you think I’d let you hurt her.”
She turns to look at me with furrowed brows. “What?”
Looking down at the gun pointed at her, her eyes widen. I notice they’re a nice hazel color as her breathing stops. I cock the hammer back.
“You’re going to end up in a barrel of acid in the Warhorse District, just like everyone else who crosses my family. You think I’d let you touch my daughter?”
She sucks in a breath, glancing around like someone might save her. “Daughter? Wh.. What? Did you just threaten to kill me for doing my job?”
“When your job is kidnapping people, you kinda deserve it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” she demands, leaning away like those extra inches will protect her from a bullet.
Ding... Ding... Ding.
Her phone goes off again. Probably her boss. I grab it before flicking through the notifications. My whole body freezes when I see messages from my brother.
Niccolò Moretti
Where are you? The app says you were here, then you left.
Why are you heading to the school? You can’t pick up my niece without me!
That’s it! I’m canceling the ride. Thanks for making me late. My brother’s going to be pissed.
