Mafia Legacy (Book #1 - Mafia Series)

Part 2

Another wasted moment.

She had shown her grandfather the necklace, more determined than ever to obtain some answers, but it had led nowhere. Actually, he had gotten slightly upset at her for pulling it out in public. That had forced her to keep the knife hidden.

Not only was that a bust - but now she was stuck here.

Usually, her visits lasted an hour or so, but today she stayed for about three hours; she wanted to make sure that the two goons from before were gone. Once in a while, she would take a peek through the yellow curtains, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of them. She did not see them.

One would think it would make her at ease but she could not shake off the bad feeling that lived within her. After her mother called her a few times, asking when she would be home, she had no choice but to resign herself; she would have to leave the building eventually.

To her surprise, the security guard was still there as she headed downstairs. She could not help but wonder if he waited to make sure she would make it to her car safely. At least if someone else was watching out for her, it did make her feel a bit safer. She managed to offer him a smile and a slight wave of the hand before she forced herself to face the doors.

Maybe this entire thing was making her overly paranoid. Maybe there was nothing to worry about. Gabriella took a deep breath in a futile attempt to give herself some courage and walked outside. The door slammed behind her, echoing through the quietness of her surroundings. The silence was almost eerie; surely she would hear someone if they were coming her way.

Gabriella kept her gaze focused ahead as she blindly fished for her keys inside of her purse. Once she felt the cold metal of her keys pressing against the palm of her hand, she held them firmly. Every couple of seconds she would allow her glance to scan the vicinity, looking for any suspicious movement. There was nothing.

Only her footsteps against the cement pavement.

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

Gabriella was deafened by the sounds of her heartbeat as she walked to her car with only one goal in mind; making it in one piece. The slightest ruffle of a leave or the creaking of a metal pole was enough to make her jump. Once her car came into view, she found herself running to it and once she reached it, she nearly slammed herself into it, desperate to get inside.

Her stomach was knotted, her heart was in her throat and she was unable to shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She fumbled with her keys, the thundering of her heart against her rib cage making her clumsy. Finally, she managed to get the key inside and she turned it, unlocking the door. Phew.

But the relief was short-lived. Before she could slide her body into the car, the air was knocked out of her lungs as a strong, massive arm wrapped itself around her waist. Panic darted in her eyes, a scream bubbled in her throat, but it never made it out as a hand palmed at her mouth, covering both her lips and her nose.

Fear settled in as no more air could fill her lungs and she began flaying her arms and legs around, hoping to break free from the steel hold.

"Not so fast," a deep voice whispered in her ears. "We just have a few questions for ya."

She could not see the face of her assailant but she did recognize the voice and the sleeves of the suit from earlier. Suddenly, she could not see anything. A rough fabric was being pulled way too tight around her eyes, blocking her view of the world. She tried screaming against the hand, but all that came out were muffled sounds.