The silence in the bedroom is deafening, and I wonder if this is my opportunity. A distraction of a salesman or something could save my bacon. I don’t know if they’re waiting for the person to go away, but when the bell rings again, it’s clear this person wants to talk to whoever is in this house.
“Go answer the door,” Dante snaps.
“I don’t know who it could be,” Anna says, her voice trembling with her words.
I would feel sorry for her, but I don’t. She freaking helped this psycho kidnap me. I mean, she did tell me to stay away for a few weeks, and I didn’t. But she helped him take me… then she had sex with him next to my supposedly comatose body in the bed next to them.
Anna is gross.
I’m not going to feel bad when she gets what she deserves, not in the slightest. I hope whatever is coming to her is everything she’s earned and more. Her footsteps move through the house, and I’m left alone with this asshole.
He moves around the room. I can hear his footsteps. He’s not focused on me, too consumed with who could be at the door.Opening one eye just enough so I can see a little of the room, I search around to find him.
Dante’s got his back to me. He’s facing the bedroom door, and his focus is on the front door. I hear voices carry up the stairs, but I can’t make out any words. I can hear a higher voice, almost sounding as if Anna may be surprised by something.
“What the fuck?” Dante hisses.
This is going to be my only shot. I don’t see how I’ll get a better opportunity. Sliding my legs over the side of the bed, I open my eyes all the way and slowly sit up. I still feel lethargic, but I am hoping adrenaline will see me through this entire situation.
Once I’m sitting up, I realize I’m still in my costume. And by costume, I mean extremely high heels and G-string panties only. No bra. Fuck. It’s going to be really hard to get out of here in these shoes.
I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to take them off and still have enough time to get the fuck out. Keeping my focus on Dante’s back, I slowly reach down and try to unbuckle the ankle straps of my high heels. These are great for dancing, but not so great for trying to make an escape.
My fingers work as quickly as possible, and I try my hardest to get them off without making any noise. I’m not sure I’m successful, but thankfully, Dante is hyperfocused on whoever is at the door.
Once I get both straps unbuckled, I step out of the shoes and stand. My legs feel extremely wobbly, but I can’t worry about that. All I can worry about is going forward. Quickly.
I take one step forward, then another, but pause when I hear a loud noise. Dante curses, and I watch as he begins to rush out of the room. Well, I don’t know what’s going on, but this is my time to scurry.
My feet carry me down the hall and behind Dante on the staircase. Thankfully, there is so much going on downstairs that I don’t think he even realizes I’m here, but then I pause. Because what I see shocks the shit out of me.
Shocks me to my damn core.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
PIGGY
Millie’sback is to me. The sight of her pisses me off for more than one reason. Too many to list. She’s also too close to Dante. Rushing up behind her, I let Heidi, Dante, and Anna verbally fight with one another for a moment.
I wrap my arm around her waist, curve the palm of my other hand around her mouth, and drag her backward. Shifting my face forward, I rest my lips against her ear as I continue to pull her backward. I want as much distance between her and those assholes as possible.
“It’s me, Mill,” I whisper.
Her entire body relaxes. Releasing my grasp on her, I guide her body behind me. Wrapping my fingers around her hip, I flex them slightly, then take my gun out of the holster. I’m ready to end these assholes. But I also want to know what the fuck Anna was thinking.
“I think the yelling can stop now,” I call out.
Dante spins around, and I can’t help but smirk at the expression of shock on his face. It’s actually fucking amazing. Ilove it. This is the shit I live for right here. I’ve already sent a text to the group stating that I think I’ve found her.
They’re all on their way here. I know this shit is going to be popping soon, and I can’t fucking wait for it. Except when it comes to Dante, I’m going to be the one to end him. They can figure out how Anna was involved and do whatever the fuck they want with her. But Dante is mine.
Holding up my gun, I tilt my head to the side and take him in. He’s a tiny little man, at least forty pounds of muscle smaller than me. He’s also at least six inches shorter. It’s comical, really.
This is the big, scary mobster?
“Dante Barone.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re that cop,” he snaps.
