His eyes went over her shoulder, and he nodded.
Her eyes widened as her door was thrown open, a man’s hands filling her vision. A startled scream left her, as she was dragged out of the car.
“Papa!” She screamed, arms flailing in front of her. But he was already reaching across the middle divider pulling her door shut, his eyes cast down. Not looking toward her.
The man behind her dragged her along as she continued to scream, her body heaving, fighting against her captor with everything she had.
She was still fighting, tears blurring her vision, as her father’s car made a turn and sped out of the tarmac.
“Papa!” She choked out, her throat resisting her, raw from her shrill screams.
“It won’t do any good,” a voice called and she whipped her head around.
Her face paled and her body started to shake in fear.
He walked up to her calmly, his hands in his pockets, his manner reflecting nothing but a relaxing and easy way.
But nothing was easy or calm about this man.
She knew the stories.
She knew whohewas.
She tried to jerk her head back, but he was quicker. His hand caught her chin in a tight, painful grip, forcing her to meet his sinister smile.
“You’re mine now.”
Present Day
Three months of hard work and what he wanted was finally within his grasp.
Mark sat sipping bland as fuck coffee, watching across the large expanse of the table as Ernesto confidently chatted on about his business. For a man that he had spent the last three months searching for, you would think that the man would be more careful. But he was singing like a canary and stupidly trusting blindly.
All because Ivanof had set him up.
Ivanof was the now head of the newly formed MidWest Crime Syndicate. A formation that had only happened after Sergio and Dominic had left Chicago and the Familia, leaving a vacuum in the underworld, a place perfectly formed for Ivanof to step into.
One that Ivanof had used to his advantage. Now instead of several large Mafia families along the middle of the country, there was only one.
And Ivanof was the boss.
Sometimes it paid to have contacts.
“You want anything else?” The man drawled, dabbing at his mouth like a fucking socialite. But he wasn’t anything more than a motherfucking scumbag.
