Fate Book Two by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Author:Mimi Jean Pamfiloff [Pamfiloff, Mimi Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: P&S, Inc.
Published: 2014-12-12T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sometimes life hands you lemons, and you say, “Oh wow. This sucks.” And if you’re one of those optimistic sorts of people, you’ll get out the sugar and a large pitcher filled with ice.

But what the hell do you do when life hands you grenades? Do you say, “Well, at least it wasn’t an A-bomb”?

Sadly, exploding actually sounded kind of fabulous right about then. Tied to a chair in a dark room with my mouth gagged, however?

Not so fabulous.

And I was pretty dang sure from the smell of old cigars and meatballs I was back at good ol’ Rancho Abelli and Granny was in the kitchen sharpening her knives. Maybe human was her secret meatball ingredient.

Still, as I sat there, defeat staring me in the face, I refused to give up hope. There had to be a way out of that room. Alive. With my body parts. Still attached as nature intended.

Maybe “Felix” will take mercy on me. After all, he had fended off his drunk, lecherous Uncle Alberto when I’d been cornered in the bathroom. He’d also prevented me from being taken by those slimy-looking guys from the hotel.

Yeah. So he could deliver you himself and get the Guido points.

A-hole.

After a few hours, I began to accept that panicking would do me no good. I had to stay calm. But when I heard a door open and shut, heavy footsteps approaching just outside the bedroom door, my freak-out factor revved to a full-fledged ten.

This was it.

The door swung open and in stepped Felix, wearing an expensive-looking, dark suit and blood-red tie. His handsome, unshaven face stared at me for one very long, uncomfortable moment with an unreadable expression.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath and released it, as if relinquishing any internal conflict he might feel for what he was about to do.

Well, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging for my life or crying. Not yet, anyway.

He stepped in front of me and looked down, shaking his head. “You just had to come, didn’t you? You just had to do this. I should’ve known you’d make a fucking mess of everything.”

I frowned and mumbled for him to remove my gag. Frankly, it was more gross than uncomfortable—where had it been before being inserted into my mouth? Had Felix blown his cokehead nose in it? Seriously. I didn’t know. But the possibilities made me sick.

Felix leaned down, close enough for me to gaze into his eyes, but not close enough for me to head-butt him. Too bad.

I focused all of my hatred toward those beautiful, dark eyes with flecks of gold, that square jaw, that perfectly straight nose, sculpted cheekbones, and…whatever. I wanted him to see that I loathed every inch of him.

Felix then smiled. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so pissed. I think I’ll leave you tied up for a little longer while I explain what’s going to happen next.”

I mumbled, “I gong a ki you.” I’m going to kill you.

Felix blinked. “Yes. You are definitely staying tied to that chair.

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