Page 10 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
It could be days until he even realises I’m gone. And then how would he find me? No one knows I’m here.
I’m stuck alone, with a powerful mafia boss who is known for laughing while he kills people. But Finn Kilburn is not smiling right now. He’s looking at me with a serious, intent expression.
“You kidnapped me, though.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” I bleat. “That could have prevented this.” And probably I’d have been murdered just outside the pub.
At least I got a nice setting for my last breath. Eleven out of ten for planning.
“Are ye victim blaming, now?” he replies in an affronted tone.
“No!” Crap,no. What is it about this man that makes me incapable of stringing words together in a normal fashion? “Not at all. Totally my fault. I’m the arsehole. I deserve no donuts…”
I shut my mouth. The “death or donuts” phrase from the Fulham mafia is not the sort of idea I want to put in the kingpin’s head.
“But…” he says, rough and inviting.
“I would have stopped. You could have told me,” I whisper. Barely audible.
“Wanted to see what you’d do.” He shrugs, but his brows are low. “Good craic, too.”
“Fun?” Living in Kilburn means I know plenty of Irish words. Being kidnapped isgood craic? Is he nuts? I think I’m hyperventilating. I tug at my hands, but they’re secure in the cuffs. How did he get out?
“I was in shock, to be sure.” The reply is obviously insincere. “Maybe I still am.”
“I can help.” I’m desperate now. More apologies. That’s what’s needed. “I’m a nurse. You could unlock me, and I’ll check you over, then drive you straight back to Kilburn. No harm done. Can we just forget about this?”
“I will, yeah.” His voice drips with sarcasm. “Abducting a mafia boss is no big deal. Zero consequences.”
“I’ll take you home to London.” The more I try to fix this, the more furious he looks. “Right now.”
All those things I said in the car… And I sang.
Oh noooo. I sang that song about falling in love and I day-dreamed about this man.
“Think I’ve spent enough time in your shite car for now,” he snaps.
“It’s not shite…” I begin and he gives me a dark but somehow pitying look.
“You kidnapped me, pet.” His voice goes hard. “You’ll have to pay.”
An emotion skitters down my spine. Fear, but also excitement, I think? Like a scary movie. “What do you want?”
He looks down at me, gaze lingering on my mouth. A flash of pure arousal lights me up. “Everything.”
I bolt.
Barging out of his hold, I head for the beach without even thinking. I make it two steps, then three, and by the fourth I think I might get away. Adrenaline surges.
This is good, right?
Then I’m seat belted by a pair of massive arms and hauled against a solid body. Abdominals, thighs, hard pecs.
“No, you don’t.” Leaning down, he spins me around, grabs my bottom, and tosses me over his shoulder.
I shriek, and I can’t even catch myself as I bounce on his back, only just avoiding face-planting on his arse because my hands are in the cuffs behind me. Then he’s walking and I’m staring helplessly at the toned buttocks of the man I accidentally kidnapped.
They are, undeniably, very nice.
