Page 90 of Mafia King


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“Who, me? I’m just peachy. My shoulders hurt from being unable to move more than a couple of inches and I am stuck in this musty old room, kidnapped by the man who vowed to protect me, but honestly? I am doing great.”

He chuckles. “Glad to see you didn’t lose your sarcastic side. I brought you some water and food. If I let you lose, you promise to behave?”

“Yes. I will.”

He sets the water and food on the end of the bed before pulling out a knife and cutting the tie holding me to the wall. He helps me move off the bed then turns me around before cutting my “cuffs.”

I bring my hands around and rub my wrists as I turn to look at him.

“Thanks. Do you mind if I do some yoga to stretch?”

“Yoga? Really?”

“My shoulders really fucking hurt. It will take five minutes.”

“I suppose. Just don’t try anything.”

I roll my eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

I get onto the floor on my hands and knees. While sitting on the bed, I noticed the frame looked old. There doesn’t seem to be box springs underneath it either. I am hoping there might be something down there to help me.

I get into a cow cat pose first. I don’t want to make him suspicious and my body really does ache.

I hear him chuckle.

“I don’t understand why women do that. You look ridiculous.”

I take a deep breath in and out as I got through a set for that pose.

“It helps stretch your muscles and helps release toxins that are in your system.”

I move into the next pose, twisting my hips one way while I twist my head the opposite.

I watch as Luca settles on the bed watching me.

“I’m not going to lie. Watching you is pretty hot.”

“I’m off limits, Luca. Bosses orders.”

He chuckles.

“If you wanted me, I am sure I could change his mind. I don’t think he would argue if you gave your consent.”

“No thanks. I don’t usually like men who tend to kidnap me.”

“Well, you did get in the car willingly so did I really kidnap you?”

“Semantics. I am here against my will.”

I move into the third position, dolphin pose, which will give me a good look under the bed without being obvious.

“I think that’s my favorite pose. Your ass up in the air, perfect for me to look at. Damn, girl.”

I work past the bile rising up in my throat This fucker is really hitting on me. If I get a chance, I am going to knee him in the balls. Hard enough to make sure he doesn’t have kids in the future.

Finally, fully into the position, I look under the bed. I barely withhold a disappointed sigh when I see that other than dust, the floor is empty.