Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed
Clutching the seatbelt for dear life, I yelled, “Is that your mafia or business enemy? What is it, Dax? Human trafficking? Drug dealing? Oh gosh! If this is true, I’m telling Dad to cancel the engagement!”
“Will you please shut up, woman!” he barked, his eyes laser-focused on the road ahead.
“Ahhh!” I screamed, feeling my stomach lurch as the car swerved around a corner at breakneck speed. “Slow down! I don’t want to end up a splattered mess on the tunnel walls!”
He shot me a deadly glare. “What do you want to do? Get caught by those people back there, or survive this ride?”
My eyes widened in sheer terror. His words hung in the air like a bomb about to go off. “Okay, okay! Let’s go full-on
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