I nodded. One of Mr. Genovese’s bodyguards pressed the button for the elevator and when the doors opened, the two guards began loading the bags inside. Once they were finished, we all got in the elevator and traveled down to the lobby.
The ride down and walk through the lobby to the parking garage was silent, save for Gianina’s sniffles every few minutes. When we got to my SUV, I popped the back and Mr. Genovese’s men loaded the bags.
Then, they closed the lift and opened the back door. Gianina hugged her father tightly, and he kissed her on the forehead. “I love you,Piccola.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
She then climbed into the backseat, and one of the bodyguards shut the door.
Mr. Genovese inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. “Remember what I said; guard her with your life. If she dies, you die.”
I nodded. “I will.”
“And this goes without saying, but keep your hands to yourself. No funny business.”
I almost laughed. She was too young for me, and I definitely didn’t want a high-maintenance mafia heiress in my life. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now get on the road and get her safely to your cabin.”
I opened the driver’s door and climbed in. “Will do.”
He gave me a single nod before turning and walking back towards the lobby. Starting the car, I put on my seat belt. I glanced at Gianina in the rear-view mirror, who was staring out the window with the saddest expression I’d ever seen someone make. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, not making eye contact with me in the mirror at all. “Just drive.”
I chortled. This was going to be fun.
Chapter Three
Gia
Icouldn’t believe the turn my life had taken. Just that morning, I may have been anxious and nervous about marrying Luca, but I was happy otherwise. I had my family, friends, and wanted for nothing, and now I was basically on the run.
I couldn’t text or video call my friends. I couldn’t scroll on social media. I couldn’t even play dumb games or watch funny videos.
My life is over.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
No, it’s not. Don’t be dramatic.
I tried to talk myself off the emotional cliff I was teetering on. I didn’t want to have a nervous breakdown, especially in front of one of my dad’s goons.
Although he was the hottest goon I’d ever seen in my dad’s employ.
When we turned down a dark alley, my stomach tightened in fear. “Where are we going? My dad said to take me to your cabin.”
He rolled his eyes, smirking as he made eye contact with me in the mirror. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue I’d ever seen in person. “I know. I have to make a stop here first. Unless you want to take your husband with us.”
I frowned, but relaxed a bit. Enzo wasn’t planning to murder me and dump my body in some alley.
Or was he?
I listened to too many true crime documentaries to completely relax, but I knew Enzo wasn’t stupid enough to get on my dad’s bad side. That was a death sentence.
We stopped outside of a warehouse and Enzo got out and opened the overhead door. When he got back in, he drove into the darkened warehouse, then parked and got out again.
After closing the door behind us, he flipped on the lights, illuminating the large, but mostly bare space. Boxes and oil drums lined the walls.
