Page 24 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
My eyes meet King’s.
Shit.
He pushes me back and hisses, “Stay here.”
I ignore the order, remaining at his elbow. Whatever or whoever is here, we’ll face it together.
Henry stands in the open doorway, a gun pointing at King as we emerge into the living room. He’s holding a fake hand, and he waves it at us.
“Really should upgrade your security, King. Your fingerprints are everywhere.” Shit. The door was locked with a fingerprint, and Henry just let himself in.
How did he find us?
“Olivia.” Ethan’s voice is like granite. “Get back.”
“Good to see you, Olivia. Enjoy your swim?”
Then it hits me.
“I didn’t know,” I whisper. But I should have. I disposed of everything except that stupid fitness tracker that barely did anything. I only ever wore it when I went swimming, and now I’m going to pay dearly for that mistake.
One naive error and this perfect interlude is spoiled by Henry. Bastard.
“What did he force you to do?” Henry’s lip curls.
His voice and question pour molten lava into my chest.
“Nothing.” How dare he turn up here, as though I’m his toy to reclaim. “I’m here of my own volition.”
“My men were bringing you to me, darling, so we could be married.”
King takes a step forward as Henry does. The young blond lion and the big cunning bear. Henry is outmatched.
Except for the gun.
I should be afraid. Henry is trying to kill King, and take me. He killed those I loved the most.
I’m not scared. My body doesn’t know fear. I’m furious with Henry. My anger is a boiling sky. It is steaming from my every pore. This man drove me from my home and nearly caused me to murder a good man. My fury could obliterate London and smash the whole of England to rubble.
Henry wants me? Fine. He’ll get a fuck of a lot more than he bargained for.
“I’ll go with you, but leave King be.”
“No.” King grasps my wrist, but I shake him off.
There’s no choice and no time to find a weapon or plan. I will avenge my father. I will avenge Trudy. And I will not allow Henry to harm King.
Henry’s eyes narrow. I can see him considering what is the biggest prize. Me, or his so-called revenge against King for his father’s death.
“I’m sorry I left. I was…” I gulp and look down. Honestly, I should be on the stage I’m such a good actress. “Scared, after my father’s death.” I must get him and that gun away from King.
“Very natural,” Henry agrees, then like a Janus, he turns the gun on me.
“No.” King is shaking.
“Henry. No one else needs to die. If you can keep me safe, I’ll join you.”
“Come to me, bride.”
