Page 43 of The Mafia’s Fiancee

There was no fucking way in hell I was leaving my mother’s security up to him.

“Stay here,” I called back to Emma.

“Be careful,” she replied, her voice already distant and quieter as I ran with Jimmy. The drone of my pulse roared in my ears. Panic kicked in, and I was prey to the adrenaline rush. Fight or flight was a simple manner for me to deal with—and fighting always won out.

“You have to stay too,” Jimmy argued as we neared the door.

“The fuck I will,” I growled.

I was going with him. It was one thing to hide and focus on my future, but I refused to forsake my past and let my mother be hurt in the process either.

“You could be hurt—”

“So could she!” I argued as we ran through the mansion toward the connection to the garage. “You told me that she would be safe!”

“She should’ve been. I’ve had her protected.”

Not well enough. It was time to take over more from Jimmy. He’d been the right-hand man under the ailing Rossini boss long enough. I was sick of sitting back.

No more.

I’d be an active decision maker on everyone’s safety from here out.

My mother. Emma. Even this uncle I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully trust.