Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 62

Another laugh. "I already have."

My phone buzzes. He's already hung up the phone.

I dial a number. "Mario, I need you to round up as many men as we can find. We're going to rescue Kelly."

"Yes, sir."

Mario doesn't need exact orders. He knows that he'll meet me downstairs. He knows that she's been taken.

I kicked her out because I hadn't trusted her. And now she is in the hands of someone who only wanted to use her against me. If I got the chance soon, I would apologize for placing her in this situation. It seems like I can’t help but put her in danger time and again.

I have to choose between keeping my position as the head of the Genovese family and saving her. The men I take with me today will know what happened. They will whisper it to the rest. And they'll think that I'm not strong enough to be their leader.

It's a good trap. Too bad I'll turn everything around on him. He doesn’t know what I have waiting for him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Prison Cell

Kelly

"Drink some water," a sweet voice says.

"Not thirsty," I mutter, even though my mouth feels like the Sahara.

"Come, now, it's not so bad. You have to eat or drink something." I'd woken up an hour ago with a headache and a growling stomach. There'd been a tray of food next to me, along with the lady whose name I still do not know, but I didn't want to touch it. The guys who'd drugged me and brought me here would stoop to poisoning my food.

"Not thirsty." I curl into a ball.

There's a soft thunk as she puts down the water. "I'll leave it here for you, then." She leaves. The soft thud of the lock as it slides home reminds me that she's not my caregiver. She's my captor, one of them, and I know better than to drink from her cup. I uncurl from my position and look around.

There's a small restroom next to my bedroom. No windows. No glass. There's no mirror in here, but I can already imagine myself with my hair disheveled. My clothes feel sweaty and gross, but there's nothing else for me to change into.

I splash water on my face and drink from my hands. She's right. I do need to drink something. My stomach would prefer something other than water, but tap water is the best I'm going to be able to do right now.

There are no eating utensils on the tray. It's just a bowl of couscous and a small wooden cup of water.

How on earth did I end up here? Iacopo threw me out, so I'm not valuable at all. Whatever game they're playing, they've taken the wrong hostage.

I find a plastic comb in a drawer, so I yank it through my hair, even though I knew it'll just make everything worse. It hurst, but it gives me something to do.

I go back into my room. There's a small closet that's totally bare. My bed has sheets but no comforter. The door doesn't have a handle on this side.

There are no openings at all in this room. It's clearly a prison cell, a fancy one. But the quality of my surroundings mean that they think I matter.