Semua Bab Trapped By The Mafia Don: Bab 41 - Bab 50

ReneighI looked away until the glass was forced into my hand. He allowed me to think without pushing, remaining quiet as I sipped on the drink, contemplating my answer. Finally, I found the courage to tell him at least a portion of the truth."Yes. My mother's medical care is astronomical, and her insurance won't cover jack shit. I sold my house, my car, and almost everything I owned, moving in with her to try and keep everything afloat but after a few years, I couldn't do it on what I was making. No one would give me a loan and her house is in such shitty condition that I couldn't refinance. The damn thing didn't qualify. By that point, my credit was in the toilet since I maxed out my credit cards and started missing payments. I had no recourse. I just... I reacted, grabbing onto a chance to make things right.""What's wrong with her?"I gulped another sip, handing the glass back to him. He re-poured without me asking, once again handing me the drink. "She was in a tragic accident.

Elijah"Well, it seems you have everything under control.""This time, I'm not so certain." I studied the landscaping much like I had at first light, checking to make certain we hadn't been compromised. "I'm certainly not trying to frighten you. We won't go skiing. I have something else in mind."I heard the knock on the door and shook my head in an effort to keep her quiet, placing my finger across my lips before walking into the living room. I unfastened the holster, able to easily grab the Glock if necessary, then peered out the window by the door, able to see two trucks parked out in front.Ralph turned around when I opened the door, a key fob in his hand. "Good morning, Mr. Storm. I brought you a truck to use. She's filled up with gas."I accepted the offer, eyeing the other man inside the truck. "I appreciate you getting out here so early.""No problem. Will we see you up at the resort later?" he asked, a cautious smile on his face."You just might.""Good deal. I'll let the sta

Elijah"Reneigh!" I swerved to the right and left as another series of shots were popped off, my heart racing. If she was hurt, I was going to kill the motherfucker with my bare hands.There was nothing at first but the whir of the wind and motor. Goddamn it. I tried to look around, fearful she would fall given her grip had lessened. "Re-neigh!" The moment she clutched at my coat, hugging me even tighter, I let off a howl of relief."I'm fine," she managed to yell over the rushing wind.Pop! Pop!Another round coming from another position.Goddamn it. The asshole was gaining on me.My reaction was swift, jerking the vehicle to the left, speeding precariously down the mountainside. "Stay low!" I called, uncertain she'd heard my command. With the blowing snow, I was unable to see much of anything until I noticed a single flash to my right.Another snowmobile.Pop! Pop! Pop!Three shots were fired in rapid succession, each one coming far too close. I shifted into a higher gear, shooting

ElijahWhile Storm owned a significant portion of real estate in Vail, having boosted the economy, the police presence hadn't been easy to buy off. They were the good guys, refusing to play. My father had abandoned the effort years before, leaving our developments in the area legitimate.At this moment, I hated the concept.If I'd been in San Diego, this would have never happened, the assailant never making it within a half mile of my location.Never would I allow my guard to fall again, not for any reason, including for a woman.Still, questions I didn't need, not until I had a full handle on the situation. Whatever the hell was going on was escalating.I'd searched the property myself after our return. I'd determined there had been a visitor obviously after we'd left, a single set of footsteps leading to the house. While there was no sign that the chalet had been broken into, I wasn't taking any chances. Even if the assassin had worked on his own, when the person he was working for

ReneighTwisted obsession.I'd seen the look in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze as he'd stood in front of me, forever vigilant in his determination to break me. For a man carefully cultivated through years of education and maintaining a distance from the dirty streets where his soldiers reigned, he'd become unraveled.I almost laughed at the thought, as if the knowing allowed me some form of control. Of course, I knew better, the merciless games he'd been forced to play his entire life creating an aura of pure authority. He was a man to be feared, his subordinates never attempting to cross him. I'd been able to tell how much he enjoyed keeping everyone on edge, pushing them to the outer boundaries of his good will.As if he had any.What I'd also realized was that he was completely imprisoned by the very wealth that had afforded him countless luxuries. In my mind he was as lost as I was, perhaps even more so. I was no psychiatrist, but I'd spent enough time in a courtroom to under