His partner rolled his eyes and mumbled something in Italian before stepping up to me and unbinding me from the chair. I stood slowly and gestured to the door.
“Pussies first,” I sighed impatiently.
Ice Pack Dick went first. I followed him while his partner stayed behind me. The tunnel was narrow, and there was no way for me to run. Not now, at least. Romano had disappeared, probably off pissing his pants somewhere because he was about to face the only man who pushed back against his mafia bullshit.
We emerged on the first level of the stadium, and the men ushered me down the steps. I kept my head down like the man behind me ordered me to. I would be a good girl for the time being. I kept my eyes on my feet as we descended the steps. Ice Pack Dick turned and held out his hand in my line of sight.
“What?” I snapped.
“Over the dug out,” he ordered.
“And through the motherfucking woods,” I said under my breath before stepping up onto the surface. In another life, I would be getting arrested for doing this…climbing over the dugout and dropping down into a small space filled with hot baseball men had always been a dream of mine and my besties.
After hopping down from the roof of the dug with help from Thing One and Thing Two, I was led to Homeplate, where the devil was waiting for me.
“As you can see, the girl is unharmed, Sullie,” Romano drawled, pulling me close to him.
Don’t fight.
Not yet.
“Kay. Let me see you!” My uncle’s voice boomed across the stadium, coating my body in warmth and security. I raised my head and met familiar warm brown eyes, paired with chocolate skin and a thick beard. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tried to take a step to him.
He was standing on the pitcher’s mound. Alone.
“Ah, ah,” the pain in my ass taunted, pulling me back.
I could claw his eyes out right now, but the look on my uncle’s face was telling me to hold off. My eyes scanned the empty seats in search of someone—anyone. Back up?
Where the fuck was the FBI?
Where was my brother? Dom?
My heart jumped when I saw a shadow move by one of the concession stands. My soul knew it was him.
My demon, coming to rescue his angel.
“This was a trade, Sullivan. Where is the girl?”
I stilled and looked back at my uncle. Gwen. My eyes scanned the outfield quickly before catching a glimpse of something underneath the scoreboard.
“I needed to lay eyes on my niece first.”
The devil made a sound of impatience. “Now you have. Give me the girl.”
Silence stretched across the diamond. The sun was setting behind me, casting a warm glow over my favorite part of the city. Ballpark Village was dark, no sign of human life within its walls or on the rooftop. The streets outside the stadium were unusually quiet for this time of day.
My eyes snapped to the concession stand once more, my heart pounding as my demon lit a cigarette, its orange embers like a lighthouse in a dark stormy night.What was he waiting for?
Trust him.
Trust Sullie.
You are safe.
Collin promised no one would ever get the chance to hurt me again, and those words were branded onto my soul. I trusted him. I loved him.
Shifting on my feet, I mentally prepared myself for the fight about to come. There were three of them and one of me. Ice Pack Dick was already injured, so I could take him out quickly.His buddy was a bit bigger and seemed like the no bullshit type. Kicking him in the balls would be something he would expect.
