merder mafia leader in love

chapter 92

I walk into the apartment. "Mer?" I look at her sat on the bed. She doesnt answer. I walk over to her to see her properly.

She's sobbing quietly, curled up in a ball on the bed. "What's wrong?" I rush over to her. She whimpers, wiping her tears.

"Are you hurt? Did someone die? What's wrong?!" I freak out slightly. "I-w-m-" she stutters, sobbing uncontrollably. "Tell me baby" I put my hands on her cheeks.

"Milo mis- he's missing" she says. "What? What do you mean?" I ask. He was here earlier. "Hes gone!" She sobs. She passes me a note. It's from one of my enemies.

The note says that if I don't go to a specific location by 1pm tomorrow then they'll kill the dog.

"Its okay baby, we'll get him back" I cuddle her. She wraps her arms around me.

She sniffles, looking at me. "I'm scared.. they were in the apartment" she whispers. "I know" I whisper. "But I was here" she says. "What?" I ask shocked.

"I was asleep when Milo was taken" she says. "You were here?" I ask. "Yeah" she sniffles.

"Get up" I pick her up. She stands up. I pull my shirt that she is wearing over her head. "What are you doing?" She asks. I scan her body, turning her around.

"Derek I'm really not in the mood for.. whatever you're-" she says. "Whats this mark from?" I point at her arm. "Huh?" She looks at it. There's a very small red dot on her arm.

"Um.. I'm not sure" she says. "Ow!" She says as I press my finger onto it. "I need to cut it out" I say. "What?! Are you insane.. You're not cutting me!" She moves away.

"Baby, if they put something into your arm, they could be listening in on our conversations.. or tracking your location" I say.

"I don't want to" she tears up. "I'm sorry" I say. "I want Milo back" she sobs. "We'll get Milo back.. I promise" I gently pull her into my arms, standing up.

"I want the thing out of my arm" she sniffles. "I'll get it out.. come here" I hold her hand, leading her to the bathroom. I pick her up and sit her on the counter.

I grab a small pocket knife. I sanatize it before putting some numbing cream on her arm. She sobs quietly. I look into her eyes. "Its okay" I whisper, kissing her softly.

"Look away" I say. She shakes her head. "Its okay.. just look away so you won't know when it'll happen.. it won't hurt" I say. She hesitantly turns her head.

I make a very small cut on her arm. She whimpers quietly. I grab a small black dot on the knife from her arm. "Look" I say. She looks at the knife. "Its a tracker" I say.

She looks at the small cut on her arm. I put a plaster over it and kiss it softly. "Sorry baby, are you okay?" I lift her off the counter. She nods. "Can I have your shirt?" She tugs on it. "Sure" I chuckle softly.

I unbutton my shirt, take it off and give it to her. She puts it on and buttons it up.

"You're okay beautiful, aren't you?" I pick her up. She smiles, nodding. She wraps her legs and arms around me, cuddling Into me. "Marks on it already.. Milo will be back tomorrow safe and sound" I say.

"You got a package earlier" she says, walking out of the bathroom. I follow her. She passes it to me. I open it. I take out the stacks of money. "For me? Thankyou baby!" She says jokingly. I chuckle.

"Who's this from?" She asks. "Drug money" I say. She rolls her eyes. "Baby" I raise my brow. "I don't like that.. drugs" she says. "But you like money" I grin, passing her it. She giggles.

I look into her eyes. "What?" She asks. "Ever had sex on a pile of cash?" I grin. She glares at me. I grin. "I could get your mind off milo" I raise my brow. She chuckles. I follow her to the bed.