Page 68 of Mafia Love

One down, and another just came to take his place.

I’d been waiting for the right moment to use the bombs. I needed an opening, so I could get to the door first, but the guys were in the way. Now more.

There were six of them now, and I got the impression that they were playing with me. Toying with me and loving the fact that it was me against them.

Sure, I could give as good as I got, but there was a limit. I had a limit, and I’d gone past it. I was getting tired, and they were too strong for me.

Out of my league.Above me,as Luc would have said.

He would have been right.

Two of them rushed at me, giving me a small opening to get to the door. I leapt into the air as they were about to grab me and sent a flying kick to the closest guy. It took him out.

Now. Now was my chance. I ran to the door, twisted back on myself, and threw the bombs. Both of them.

Biker guy ducked for cover behind the chair. The others weren’t so lucky. The minute the bottles hit the floor, they exploded. Shards of glass sparked from it, piercing in their skin, but it was the chemical reaction that packed the punch. The liquid hit the floor, then blew up.

It shocked me, and again, I thanked my lucky stars for Gigi. I didn’t know she knew how to do stuff like that. God.

I turned to run, feeling hopeful that I just might make it, but damn it, not paces away from me stood ten more guys. They all came at me, and we started fighting. Again.

I fought with all the energy in my being, but there were too many of them.

“Give up, girlie. Great show and good fight,” biker guy taunted. He coughed as he came out of the room.

One of the guys landed a fist in my jaw, and I staggered backwards seeing stars floating before me.

I thought I was going to collapse from the impact. My stomach felt queasy again, and it was all I could do not to keel over and vomit.

I moved away, still trying to break away from them, but two of them grabbed me before I could even pull in a breath.

They ushered me to biker guy, who’d been watching me fight off his goons. The smile on his face grew wider and turned into a laugh.

A very haughty, satisfied laugh that sent shivers down my spine. I kicked out at him, using the guys holding me up for balance.

Biker guy, however, was quicker than I expected, and sharper than he looked. He bared those disgusting teeth to me as he grabbed my leg and stabbed my thigh with something sharp.

I screamed. The thing pierced through my skin and felt like a needle. It was a needle, a syringe with a big needle on the end, and shit…

No…

My leg… I couldn’t feel it.

When he dropped my leg, it dangled with no life, and I couldn’t move it.

“What did you do to me!” I screamed.

“Just a little something to calm you down. A general anesthetic, if you will. This paralyses you, so we can torture you with ease.” He laughed. “Come on, boys.”

I tried to break free of their hold on me to no avail. Even if I did manage to free myself, where would I run? My leg…

Not feeling it was the strangest sensation ever.

It was awful, just awful.

What was worse was being taken back to where I’d run from. The cell. But we didn’t go inside. They walked me past it and into another room. It looked like a waiting area. Tag sat on a sofa and stood as we came in. Victor came through the door on the opposite side of the room and started hollering with such deep laughter there was no doubt he was crazy. Completely and utterly crazy.

“Amelia,” Tag hissed. “I am not amused by your little stunt.”