Page 55 of Kidnapped By the Boss

“Oh, I love that place! Get me a meatball sub.”

“I’m not—” But before Mitzy could fully refuse, the line went dead. He looked at me with a furrowed brow. “I hate him. I want Chloe back.” Then he let out a sigh. “You two should probably get out of here. If you’re still here when he gets here, he’s going to lose it. He’ll recognizebothyour faces.”

“Yeah. I told Vince we wouldn’t be long anyway. I’m sure he’s sweated out ten pounds by now,” I replied. Me and Annie stood up and started to pack ourselves up, and I made sure that Sascha was very bundled up, we started towards the door. Mitzy made sure to snuggle up Sascha a bunch, then he walked us to the car. “I’ll have Vincent call you.”

“Please do, and let me know when you guys get back just so that I know you made it safe,” he said. “I agree with you, I don’t think that they’d dare come at you now, but I just want to make sure.”

“I get it. Thanks again, Mitz.” I gave him a huge hug, and then he gave Annie one as well, then we climbed into Annie’s car and left.

“That was really nice,” Annie said once we were on the road headed home. “It feels like we’ve all been running around in fear for the past two months. It was nice just to relax.”

“Right?” I replied. “I’m glad we did it.”

We pulled up to an intersection about ten minutes out from the estate, and Annie, by some miracle, had the foresight to check traffic coming from the perpendicular road. When she did, she slammed on her breaks, just in time for a car to go blasting past us, actually scratching her front bumper as it sped by. It hit the brakes once it was past us, and Annie didn’t even bother with trying to outrun it. She threw the car into park and hopped out, immediately firing at the car. It screeched off as soon as she started shooting, and she came back and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“That might have just been a run stop sign, Annie,” I said.

Annie shook her head. “No, Kat. Based on the speed they were going and the speed we were going, they were trying to hit the car in a very specific spot.”

“Specific spot?” I said.

Annie looked into the back seat, and I looked as well, eyes landing on my precious baby boy.

“Oh my god,” I whined. “They were trying to kill my son.”