The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride
My heart stopped, my scream strangled in my throat.
When the barrage ended, he loosened his grip, his breathing ragged. I stared at him, wide-eyed. “Marcus—are you—”
“Relax.” He smirked through his heavy breathing, but I saw the tremor in his jaw. “They’re not sharp. Just wooden sticks. What the fuck is happening?”
And then, as if on cue, Brandon’s voice echoed from somewhere above, booming from hidden speakers I hadn’t noticed until now.
“Of course,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “You didn’t think the race to the middle of the maze would be easy, did you?”
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