All Chapters of HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

HOPEI groaned, untangling myself from the bedsheets when I heard a knock on my door. It was Bee, screaming my name and telling me to get ready for the shopping trip we’d promised each other the previous night.“Open up, babe!” she called again.“I’m coming,” I said, dragging myself up and heading for the door.When I opened it, Bee stood there holding a small tray with what looked like breakfast. Ever since Ace traveled, she’d been hovering around me more than necessary. Not that I was complaining, I didn’t exactly have friends here, so having Bee around wasn’t a bad thing. It had been days since I last saw Ace. I missed him… though I’d rather die than say it out loud.“Come on in.” I stepped aside, and she walked in, placing the tray on the small table in the corner of the room.“I told Bob about our shopping, and he approved!” she said excitedly.“I don’t need permission to go out now, Bee. But you did well,” I replied, heading into the bathroom to wash my face before joining her

HOPEI opened my eyes slowly and the first thing I noticed was the ribbed silver wall in front of me. It looked the same all around the square room, including the roof. The last thing I remembered from hours ago… maybe days ago was Salvatore and his goon in a car with them.Where did they take me? I questioned as I struggled to undo the rope my hands were tied with. Whoever tied me up did a very sloppy job by the way, the bond was very easy to undo. I learned that back in the FBI in case of situations like this one.Did ace know? Did he know that Salvatore took me and is he looking for me?I quickly undid the rope tied around my legs and ran to the wall that the door. I yanked the handle vigorously but it didn’t bulge so, I placed my ear on the wall to know if people were around but I only heard the swooshing sounds of waves.Fuck! A fucking port!The perfect place to commit murder and get away with it.Knowing that I had little to nothing that would help me get away, I quietly went b

HOPEI slowly opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. It smelled of sandalwood and a mix of something musky ...a subtle hint of Ace's smell. The room was different from anything I'd seen before, but it was comfortable.I groaned sitting up and my hands flew to my neck... Memories of Salvatore's hand around them flashing through my mind. I thought I died without a chance to fight back, but it seemed like the boss saved me again.I could have fought Salvatore, but I didn't know how many men he had outside.Panic rose to my throat as I recalled how he called me Agent Hope. Did Ace find out? I wonder what went down after I passed out.Where was I anyway?I hurriedly stood from the bed dashing for the door, before I could reach, I heard a clap and the chandelier came on shining brighter than a noon sun. Squinting with a hiss, I turned and saw Ace sitting by the far end of the room... A book in hand and something else I couldn't see properly.He was there all along and didn't say a word. We had

HOPEAfter Ace left to see Salvatore, sleep vanished from my eyes like it had never existed. My body still hummed from everything that happened between us, but my mind… my mind was a battlefield.Salvatore.If Ace didn’t kill him immediately… and Ace rarely acted without calculating, then Salvatore would talk. He would talk to save his own skin, and if he opened his mouth about me…About who I really was… About what I came here to do… I didn’t want Ace to find out from Salvatore.I sat up abruptly, heart hammering. I couldn’t breathe.No. No. No. That couldn’t happen.I pressed my forehead against my palms. I’d heard the tail-end of Ace and Bob’s call before he left… an old shipping yard, somewhere near the port. That made sense. Hours ago, God, was it only hours? Salvatore held me in that same port. The smell of rust and salt still clung to my memory.It wouldn’t be far.I threw my legs off the bed and stood, ignoring the soreness that pulsed through me from Ace’s hands, Ace’s mouth,

ACEShe wasn’t supposed to know… not yet. Salvatore sped up everything. Hope was being used by the FBI. She was never truly a part of them. Her parents were working for my family. They were agents, and they were our people… but they were caught. Hope was put in a foster home, and her handler raised her, trained her, and filled her head with lies before sending her straight to me.At first, I didn’t know she was the girl I searched for, not until the night at the Master’s house.SEVERAL MONTHS AGO“We’re bringing in new girls,” the master said, handing me a folder with pictures and bio-data of new arrivals.I didn’t want his girls. I didn’t need them. But something… someone… made me stop flipping the pages.Her picture.Her eyes.The exact same eyes I remembered from seven years ago.The Master noticed my stillness. “I don’t know why none of my girls ever catch your attention,” he said lightly, masking the fact he was dying to know the reason I rejected everyone he paraded in front of m