Mafia Legacy (Book #1 - Mafia Series)

Part 3

"You guys know my family is gonna look for me at some point, right?"

She had tried to text them but it had been in vain. The faster-than-lightning goons had snatched her phone away from her hand before she could type up a word. She had told them that she was going to visit her grandfather—they all knew it did not mean she would vanish for days!

Niccolo, as they had called him, had yet to return from his little outing. God only knew what he was doing out there—and she did not even want to know. She knew she had gone into this trying to find some answers but it turned out that the less she knew, the better.

She was twenty-two years old. She had her whole life ahead of her. Why the fuck did she get tangled up in this?

"I doubt they'll find you," Marco commented with a smile on his lips. "Listen, girl, you're gonna have to wait for Niccolo to come back," he added, leaning into the wall.

"Gabriella."

"What?"

"My name is Gabriella." If someone called her girl -or princess- one more time, she was going to officially lose it.

"Okay, Gabriella. You're still gonna have to wait until Niccolo is back."

"And does anyone know when Niccolo might come back?" she asked, before pursing her lips. He was taking his sweet time, as though she did not have anything else to do with her day. School. She had school in the morning.

Really Gabby? School? That was the one thing on her mind right now? Something was seriously wrong with her.

"Nope," he said, popping the p.

"Why, did ya miss me?" She jumped, the back of her head hitting the nearby wall, as he peered through the doorway. "I wasn't gone that long." His steps were rushed as he reached her location.

His face was close enough to hers for Gabriella to notice the streak of dry red smudge under his left eye. She tried to look away but she found that she could not; she was mesmerized. There was no mistaken what it was. And he didn't even care enough to clean up.

Her intense staring forced him to pay attention to what she was looking at—only to realize what it was. He smirked before using his thumb to smudge it away. "Work gets messy," he said as he stood up straight.

"So can I go now?" Gabriella inquired as she rubbed her wrists.

"No," he flat-out answered.

"Why not?"

"You know too much."

"I literally don't know anything. Except that you can't keep your hands to yourself."

"I can touch you more if you want. I aim to please."

What was wrong with him? "No, thank you."

"You'll change your mind."

"This isn't beauty and the beast. I won't suddenly fall in love with you because you keep me here against my will."

"You never know." He sighed, his shoulders slumping downwards.

"Alright, so whaddaya want?"

"What?"

"Why were you carryin' around a knife and a necklace that don't belong to ya?"

"They are mine."

"They're your gramps."

"What's the difference?"

"I know of him. I don't know shit about you."

That was true—although she did not know them either. And to be fair, they had snatched her away and thrown her in the back of a car. They probably owed her more of an explanation than she did. They could not just expect her to think they were good guys or something? No good guy showed up with blood on his face.