I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Deadly Desire

I swallowed hard, mustering a foolish grin under Antonio's menacing gaze. "Look, we might have a misunderstanding..."

Antonio snorted coldly, his face dark as he shoved me into his car.

"No, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Half-sobered by fear, I clung desperately to the car door, "I dropped my phone."

This claim made Antonio turn back to help look for it, and in that moment, I seized the chance to jump out of the car and run. I hadn't made it far when Antonio's grip, strong as a vise, seized my arm. A shriek of terror escaped me as I scratched and kicked, trying to break free from his hold.

Before I could attract the attention of any passersby, he hoisted me up and threw me into the car's cabin. He pulled out his tie, used it to bind my hands behind my back, and pressed a gun to my head, threatening, "Be a good girl, Sienna."

"I was..." My voice faltered with fear, "Please don't kill me."

"Of course, we haven't had sex yet."

"What... Ah!" Antonio flipped over the front seat, took his place behind the wheel, and floored the accelerator, driving the ordinary sedan like he had a lap record to break.

Amid the roaring engine, I thought I heard gunshots chasing us.

Oh God! I struggled to suppress a scream that threatened to burst forth.

Who exactly was Antonio? Where was he taking me? Would he kill me?

Continuous fear and a jumble of thoughts drained my energy. As the dissipating effects of alcohol returned, I was dozing off when suddenly my head dipped down-Antonio had slung me over his shoulder! My soft belly pressed against his broad shoulder, and my stomach full of alcohol could hardly withstand such treatment. Before I could even feel fear, I worried Antonio might just find someplace to kill me and bury me there.

"I can't hold it, put me down, I'm going to throw up... Hey, stop, don't do that!"

"Shut up!" Antonio growled, smacking my butt twice more, his teeth gritted in warning, "If you dare vomit on me, I'll shove it back down your throat."

I retched twice, but clenched my teeth, desperately holding it in.

Finally, Antonio threw me onto a soft, bouncy bed. I bounced up immediately, pushed him away, and rushed into the bathroom to vomit violently.

Damn it, I never want to drink again in my life!

I hugged the toilet, vomiting painfully, my mind a mush as I recalled the last time I had been this drunk.

It was on the third anniversary of my relationship with Nico.

In agony, I called out his name.

Someone lifted me from the bathroom; squinting, I saw Antonio's clouded face. "Who is Nico?"

I didn't answer, so he bit my ear.

"Ouch!" I winced in pain.

Antonio bit down harder, intentionally causing me pain.

All these men were just the same! I had had enough!

"Bastard! Get out!" I lashed out, attempting to scratch Antonio's face.