Page 47 of Mafia Scars

I never got to say goodbye. Someone killed her and took everything I loved out of my life.

I dropped the gun when something wet trickled onto my face.

It was blood.

I looked up to see that it had started to rain, but instead of water, blood poured from the sky. I screamed and screamed, and then I felt arms around me.

“You are mine,” I heard another voice say.

Luc. That could only be him. I’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“Luc.”

Someone was shaking me…

My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of… no, only one eye was blue. The other brown.

Unusual.

I searched his eyes, then his face and focused on the tattoo of a small cross on his cheek.

“Luc?”

“Claudius,” he corrected. At least his face had softened somewhat than earlier.

He released his grip on me and dabbed at my nose with a tissue.

When his hands came away, I saw the tissue was covered with blood.

I’d never had a nose bleed before.

He gave me another tissue.

“Thank you.” I pressed it to my nose quickly and tilted my head back.

“Is everything okay?” A stewardess came up to us and asked. Concern filled her delicate-looking face.

“We’re good. Could you get me a cup of sweet hot chocolate and a few dry rolls?”

She nodded.

We were on a private jet. His private jet.

We’d ridden on that bike for what seemed like forever. I went hours with no water or rest. Although those comforts were the last thing you thought of when you were fleeing for your life.

Victor and his men had pursued us as far as they could. As most of them were on foot inside the mall, there was only one car that followed us when we got outside.

They did their best and tailed us until Claudius did some mad shit I’d only seen in something likeDukes of Hazzardand drove over the side of the road above the main state road. Jumping us at least ten feet down.

I thought death would take me then, and I wasn’t sure how the bike survived.

We hit Nevada two hours later. It was already dark by then, and we discovered that he’d lost his phone in the commotion. I’d lost my whole bag at some point and couldn’t place where, or when I lost it.

He went to what I thought was an abandoned hangar. Except there was a state-of-the-art jet inside.

Once we were there, we sent a message to Chicago to let them know we were on our way.

It was bright outside, so I guessed I’d slept through the night.