Page 41 of Mafia Scars

Amelia

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The last time I felt this helpless and terrified was when I was last in Chicago.

Victor walked up to us and touched my fingers, licking his lips in true Hannibal Lector style.

I didn’t know people like him actually existed. Cannibals, or whatever they were.

This man was a psychopath who’s most likely obsessed over the pop culture filmSilence of the Lambs.

I’m sorry, Luc. We should have gone when you first suggested to leave.

Why did I think I had to stay for any length of time to wrap up?

I’d gone to the station yesterday to speak to Roose. He knew I knew he was working for my father. Our meeting was weird but less awkward.

He put me on vacation leave. Personal time. He said it would be less to explain if internal affairs questioned it, especially with Max on leave and Luc under investigation.

I saw Jefferson and Holloway, but no Sinclaire. That wasn’t really surprising. I knew he wasn’t out.

From the look of this man before me, I got the feeling that I might not see any of those guys again.

“Sick bastard. Let me go,” I cried.

“I don’t think—”

A loud bang sounded behind me, then the roar of a motorcycle.

Luc, he had a motorcycle. Please let that be him.

Another shot sounded, and the grip on me released. Blood splashed on my cheek, and the big guy holding me collapsed in a heap.

Victor growled and reached for me, but I jumped back.

I turned to see the motorcycle tearing toward us. On it was a man who looked just like Luc except that he had shoulder-length black hair that flowed behind him like the angel of vengeance. He aimed at the chandelier above us and fired. It came down in an instant, smashing and putting a gap between Victor and me.

That didn’t stop Victor though.

The bike pulled up beside me, and the man pulled a shotgun from his back.

“I will blow your fucking head off. Make sure you’re dead this time,” he balked at Victor.

“Wow, I can’t believe I got the pleasure of speaking to both Morientz brothers in the same day.”

This was Luc’s brother.

“And you lived.” He growled. “Hop on, princess,” he said to me.

I moved with lightning speed powering my legs and jumped on the back of the bike.

He didn’t waste time. We were out of there before I could pull in a good breath.

Riding through the mall, as if that was normal. Then out onto the street.

Heading for Chicago…

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