Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I gesture at the box and order, “Put him in it.”
Santo and Joey gather Todd’s broken body off the floor, but when they lower him into the rectangular box, he regains some strength and grabs hold of the sides.
“N-no…N-no,” he stammers, his eyes wide with the horror of a man who knows he’s about to die.
I move closer and crouch down beside him. “Yes.” A satisfied smile curves my lips. “I’m going to bury you alive, but don’t worry, I have a parting gift for you.”
I pull my phone from my pocket, and looking for the video I took of Samantha packing some of her clothes into my closet, I turn the screen to Todd and press play.
My voice sounds up, saying, “I love you, baby. More than anything.”
She lets out a soft burst of laughter. “I love you too. Get over here and help me.”
“Or you can join me on the bed,” I murmur.
She turns around and with a playful smile on her face, she comes closer. “What are you doing?”
“Recording you so I can watch it whenever I miss you.”
She crawls onto the bed, and I have to admit, I got a good shot of her kissing me.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask Samantha.
“You,” she murmurs. “Only you.”
Pressing stop, I watch as tears stream down Todd’s temples.
“I thought you’d like it.” Raising to my full height, I look down on the piece of shit, then I order, “Bury him alive.”
Todd starts to wail as he tries to pull himself up, but he’s too weak. Santo and Joey shift the wooden cover over the box, and I keep eye contact with Todd until the wood slides over his face.
As I listen to Todd’s muffled cries for mercy, the men nail it shut.
When the last nail is hammered into the coffin, I stalk out of the room. Marcello’s right behind me, saying, “The group we sent to Miami found Miro. They’re on their way back.”
“Good. Maybe then we can arrange a meeting with Ivan. When they get back with Miro, put him in the torture room.”
“Got it.”
One down. One to go.
Samantha
Sitting on the veranda with a glass of lemonade, I dial Mom’s number and listen as the call connects.
“Hey, sweetie,” her voice sounds cheerful over the line.
“Hi, Mom.” I smile as I ask, “How does it feel to be a grandma?”
“Amazing. Josh is such a good baby. He hardly cries.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” I say. “Are you still visiting Matt?”
“No, I got home yesterday.” She lowers her voice. “You’d swear I left your father for a year. The man won’t let me out of his sight. Oh, here he comes.”
I let out a chuckle. “Aww, he missed you.”
I watch as the gates open and the G-Wagon comes up the driveway.
“I suppose.”
“Who are you talking to?” I hear Dad ask.
“Sammie,” Mom answers.
“Put her on speakerphone.” Seconds later, Dad says, “Hi, Sammie. How are you?”
“I’m good. Congrats on becoming a grandfather.”
“Thanks. You must see how much he’s grown already. I’m telling you, he’s going to be a football player.”
“Hush, Scott. He’s not even a month old,” Mom chastises Dad.
Franco comes walking toward me, and leaning down, he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I’m actually calling to tell you I have a boyfriend,” I say, and it has Franco’s eyebrow lifting.
Too curious for his own good, he pulls a chair right next to mine, and taking a seat, he leans closer to try and hear the conversation.
“You do!” Mom exclaims. “Who? What does he do? When?”
I let out a burst of laughter. “I met him at work.” Remembering how I complained to my parents about my asshole boss, a nervous chuckle escapes me. “Ah…it’s Mr. Vitale.”
“I’m confused,” Mom says.
“You’re dating your boss?” Dad asks.
“Yes.” I glare at the grin on Franco’s face. “He wore me down.”
“What do you mean he wore you down?” Dad asks with a worried tone.
“I’m kidding, Dad,” I say to put him at ease. “He’s actually very nice.”
“You don’t date someone because they’re nice to you,” Mom mutters.
“Fine. Nice is the wrong word.” I take a deep breath, then say, “Franco is amazing. He’s been nothing but good to me, and I love him.”
“You love him?” Mom asks. “When you were here, it sounded like you hated him. What changed in a month?”
So much. But I can’t tell them, because they don’t know what Todd did to me.
“It’s hard to explain, Mom. I was always attracted to him, and when he told me how he felt about me, I gave him a chance. He’s attentive and caring. I promise you’ll approve of him once you meet him.”
“When are we meeting him?” Dad asks.
I give Franco a mischievous smile, then say, “He’s coming with me for Thanksgiving.”
Instead of panicking, he looks happy.
Mom sounds less worried when she says, “I’m glad to hear that.”