Page 37 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
Two men entered the room, both carrying guns, and Enzo was there, holding his out, and with two shots that were muffled the guards fell to the floor.
More cries and more screams, and Enzo cupped her face. “Go and wait in the car for me.” He pulled out his keys. “You know which one.”
Harper didn’t dare look anywhere else. This couldn’t be happening, yet she took the keys from his hand, but before she left, he tugged the hat she’d been forced to wear and tossed it to the floor.
“Go,” he said.
Harper was afraid, but she followed his command. He was the one in charge of her. He was the father of her child.
She ran from the room, and no one stopped her. She raced outside, and she didn’t even take a moment to enjoy the cold winter evening. All she wanted to do was get to freedom. She had no idea what was going to happen. The fear was real.
The moment she spotted Enzo’s car, she clicked the button and watched the lights flash, and she quickly climbed into the passenger side. Now, as she sat in the comfort of his car, that fear didn’t go away.
What was Enzo going to do? He’d just made a scene at Marcus Villa’s home.
She looked down at her hands in her lap.
And he’d done it all for her?
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