“I didn’t call him. I didn’t even tell him which hotel we were staying at, we never had that conversation so if it is really him outside I honestly have no idea how, or why they are here. I swear Tommy.” I tell him trying to remain as calm as possible.
“Call him. Tell him you’re safe and tell him to fuck off.”
“No? Why the hell would I—” My sentence is cut off as Tommy pulls a gun from the back of his jeans and points it in our direction. We all let out screams and cries, grabbing onto each other as we back against the wall and Alina sinks to the floor and brings her knees to her chin.
“You’ll call him right fuckin’ now sweetheart.”
“My phones in the bedroom.” I say shakily, my entire body trembling.
What the hell is going on right now. How did Ella get mixed up with him. How did Alina and I get mixed up with Dragna and Lev. How is this our reality right now. It feels like some sick joke the Universe is playing on us all right now.
“Then lead the way.” Tommy says bringing his other hand up to gesture down the hallway.
I move away from the wall and my legs barely hold me up as I walk across the living room, down the hallway and finally get to the bedroom all while Tommy walks behind me still pointing the gun at me.
I unplug my phone from the charger and it takes me three attempts at unlocking it with how much I’m shaking. I bring up Dragna’s number and I’m about to press call when Tommy shoves the gun into the base of my spine.
“Make this believable and put it on speaker.” He growls in my ear.
I close my eyes and take a few breaths. If Dragna really is outside then he can somehow help. I know he can. I truly believe him and Lev really would do anything to protect Alina and I, so I need to somehow tell him to leave while also hinting to help us.
I take another deep breath, press call and wait for him to answer.
“Moya Dusha.” He breathes as he answers and it feels like my heart has cracked open. He sounds relieved that I called and all I want to do is cry to him to help us.
I pull myself together as best as I can before saying anything to him.
“Willow, are you okay?” He asks because I still haven’t said anything and Tommy pushes the gun into my back further and I know I need to do something quickly.
“Leave.” Is all I say. I expect him to lie if it is really him outside, or to act confused but he doesn’t.
“How did you know we’re outside?” Great, now is the time he decides to be honest with me for once.
“I saw you. I came down to go for a walk and saw your car. Just leave me alone Dragna.”
Please don’t leave. Please realise I would never decide to go for a walk on my own in a place I didn’t know. Please help.
“No Willow, I’m here to sort things out between us, pleasemoya dusha. Just let me take you out for dinner to apologise.”
“We’ll talk when I get back to New York, which is exactly where you should of stayed.”
I feel the tears that have formed in my eyes spill over and run down my cheeks. It’s silent on the other end of the phone for what feels like a lifetime before Dragna speaks again.
“Did you get the necklace I got for you? I told Lev to give it to you despite everything that happened before you left. I still want you to have it despite all that’s happened between us and I want you to wear it and remember how good we were together.Remember how much I care for youmoya dusha.I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. Remember, I’m here. Always.”
The line goes dead and I stare at my phone. My hand shakes with the tremors wracking throughout my body and all I can think about is Dragna leaving Boston and us being stuck here with Tommy and whoever the hell his friends are.
“Good girl Willow. Now, let’s go back and tell the girls the plans for tonight.”
Tommy grabs my hair and shoves me out the bedroom door, back towards the girls and I feel sick at the thought of what he has planned.
Chapter Forty Three
Dragna
I thought I was strong before. All the times I have kept my cool during meetings, times when I had been tortured for information and kept my mouth shut, the times I’ve had to use every ounce of strength in my body to stop from potentially inciting a war between us and other leaders by killing someone.
None of it compares to the strength it’s taking right now to not drive back to the hotel, kill that Irish cunt and get Willow out of there.
