Page 15 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
That thought dampens my excitement, replacing it with wariness.
“What now?” I ask, and my voice shakes.
Wordlessly, he stands and clears away the plate, stashing everything into the dishwasher before flicking it on. Then he opens the bags I brought. One with clothes for me, the other with stuff for my brother.
A crease appears between his brows as he looks at the contents of my brother’s bag. Although he’s a bit taller and bulkier than Noah—how did I imagine he was Noah? Finn is so much more intimidating—I think they would probably fit him.
He slings the bags over his shoulder, and I hear him taking the steep stairs two at a time, leaving me alone.
This is my chance.
I’m out of the kitchen and at the lounge window in a second, and oh—this is going to be far more difficult than I thought. I reverse in and look over my shoulder, so I can reach the catch. The little key is fussy, and I turn it, heart pounding, then press the handle. Nothing.
Nooo, I just locked it?
I flip it back. Squeeze. It doesn’t move.
There’s a roaring in my ears. I’m wasting precious time.
Turning the key again, the window opens.
Ahhhgggg! I swear it—no time for frustration, just get on.
I shove the window open with my fingertips and shuffle backwards, sitting on the windowsill and pushing my bottom out to lever the glass further. I peek down, and outside is a scrubby bush. I gulp. This is going to hurt, but a soft landing is a good thing, right?
Quick.
Get away from the dangerous mafia boss, run down the beach until I reach civilisation, phone the police, something-something-something, get to London and everything will magically be alright. Another wriggle, and I look back into the room as my feet kick out to find purchase on something to help me…
Finn is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, regarding me with an utterly exasperated expression on his gorgeous face.
“I left you for twenty seconds, Millie,” he growls.
Oh. Sugar.
I overbalance.
For a sickening moment I’m falling, yanking at my hands to try to reach out and catch myself, legs flailing, a scream tearing from my throat.
My head bounces on the bush, but just as I expect to topple completely down, my feet come to an abrupt halt.
I look up. I’m half out of the window, and Finn has my shins tucked under one arm like I’m a very tedious carrier bag.
“Millie,” he sighs, and drags me back into the room by my feet.
This is the most humiliating moment of my life. I’m going to vomit.
“Do I need to put a bell on you, pet?” he grumbles.
“Only if you want to hear me coming.”
“I do, yes,” he sniggers, and I realise what I just said.
“Not like that!” My cheeks heat to the temperature of the molten sun. I’m an idiot.
“Mmmhmm.” He loops one strong arm around my shoulders, and the other shifts to beneath my knees and he picks me up like I weigh nothing at all.
I gasp as my side is pressed to him from hip to chest, and my hands are useless, still tethered at the small of my back.
