Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
He gives me an unholy smile as Bobby steps up from behind him and swings a heavy bag full of something that has to be illicit into the trunk. He didn’t open it for me. That was just an assumption I made.
I realize I’ve failed to anticipate Angelo’s plans for me. I really thought he’d treat me like cargo. He’s not going to put me in the actual car, is he? Someone could see me! This will all be over before it has begun. They’ll pull him over and there will probably be some kind of gun fight, and…
While I’m thinking these things, Angelo is taking me by the upper arm and escorting me to the back seat of the car. He puts me into the back, just as Bobby gets in on the other side. I am sandwiched between them.
“They’re going to see me…” I don’t know why I utter those words. It’s like giving the game away before it has even started.
Angelo gives me a slight smirk and hits the window control button. Three windows go up, one on each side of the back seat of the car, and another partitioning the front and the back. Every single one of those windows is heavily tinted. Nobody is going to see me in this car. I wonder who will drive it.
The engine starts. There’s a driver. I wonder who the driver is. Angelo Vitali has some staff, but none of them seem to know who he is. I approached a few of them from time to time, when they were coming or going, or out at local stores. I’ve spoken to Angelo Vitali’s gardeners, cleaning staff, and they’ve given me nothing. The driver, though, he has to know something. He knows where they go, and what they do.
I go to talk to the driver, I think, moments before realizing I won’t need to. I am going to know Angelo’s every movement today. This is going to be intensely valuable intel if I play my cards right.
For now, I come to terms with the fact that I am wearing a shirt and nothing else, and I am sitting between two very powerful men who cannot be described as having even remotely good intentions toward me.
I may never have been this vulnerable before in my life. I can feel the energy from the pair of them, Angelo’s powerful charisma and Bobby’s ruthless darkness. Either one of them would be an overwhelming companion. Together they make me feel vanishingly small.
Shoulder to shoulder with these large and imposing men, the full outlandishness of Angelo calling me boy in any sense hits home and makes a giggle escape my lips. I am so much smaller, so much slighter. I am vulnerable and soft and, yes, curvy. They are harder than I am in every way.
I feel Angelo’s gaze slide over to me. “Something amusing, Riley?”
“No, I’m just going mad,” I say, probably honestly. This is madness, all of it.
“She’s cracking up.” Bobby agrees with me.
“I don’t believe so. I think our girl is enjoying herself.”
Bobby hesitates for half a second, and I feel his anger building as he confronts the need to be vulnerable. “She’s not your girl. She’s a fucking Fed.”
“You’ll always be my boy,” Angelo reassures him over my head. “There’s no need to be jealous of Riley.”
“I know, because she’s an agent. There’s only one thing to do with agents.”
“She’s not an agent anymore, Bobby, and you will not lay a finger on her without my permission. You understand, don’t you?”
Bobby pulls out his phone and starts messing with it rather than replying, which is acceptable because Angelo wasn’t really asking a question. He was making a statement of fact.
We get all the way to the city without being stopped by any agents or lawmen. I knew the chances of intervention were slim, but the part of me that still puts hope in the law is starting to give up hope. Nobody is coming. Nobody is going to save me.
The car pulls up in a spare space outside an expensive clothing store. The sort of place nobody on a federal salary could ever afford.
“Go in and pick up the packages I ordered,” Angelo says to Bobby.
Bobby does as he is told without saying a word. He has been grimly silent for the duration of the journey. I know he’s not happy about me, and now he’s not happy about Angelo.
There are rumors that Bobby has made several attempts on Angelo’s life. According to my profile, these attacks are half mating ritual, half true hostility. I wonder if he is working himself up to another one of those attacks now. Bobby likes to be an only child. He might be twisted in a thousand ways, but when it comes to his relationships, he appears to be traditionally monogamous.