His: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Citrione Crime Family) by Penelope Bloom

Author:Penelope Bloom [Bloom, Penelope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-02T18:30:00+00:00

14

Aubriella

After I do my pre-halftime spot, I find a quiet corridor under the stadium and sink down, letting the tears come freely now. The concrete of the tunnel is cold against my ass and back. I can still feel the rumble of fans above me, but it’s about as quiet as I can hope for in the middle of an NFL game. I can’t stop thinking about the way that guy talked to me. It wasn’t just how degrading it was, it was that I just stood there and took it. I didn’t tell him to go fuck himself or do anything. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. I’m stronger than that. At least I like to think I am. Strong or not, I just wish Vince was here right now. He wouldn’t let someone talk to me like that. For once, it would be nice to sit back while someone fought my battles for me.

I don’t need him. I know I don’t. I just want him. If I didn’t, I would go to witness protection and get this sorted out real fast. Or I would publish the rest of that article and find a place to lay low while the cops rounded them all up. I wipe the tears from my eyes and sniff, finally gaining some composure. That’s all it is. I’m not weak, I just don’t want to do anything that’s going to put him in danger. I’ve tried to convince myself that I’ll be happy if I never see him again, but that’s a crock of shit. He may not be perfect, but he’s good to me. That should be enough.

A shadow falls over the corridor and I look up. It’s the man from before, but this time he’s flanked by two smaller men. In a split second, my heart is hammering at a thousand beats per minute. I want to stand, run, scream, but I’m frozen. They all wear suits but none of them wear them as well as Vince. They look like monkeys in fancy clothes. The slow determination in the way they walk toward me robs the sight of any humor. There’s murder in their eyes. I glance backward to where the corridor eventually leads to management offices for the Jets. It’s empty during halftime, because all the coaching staff is in the locker room. I could run that way, but I’d be trapped in a labyrinth of hallways and rooms. And I sure as hell can’t run passed them toward the field. They’d grab me.

“I knew you couldn’t wait to taste my fat cock. You even went and found us a private place. Boss told me to lay low for now, but damn. You’re practically begging me for it. I figure me and the boys can each take a turn on you. Don’t worry though, we’ll leave your face pretty.”

“Leave me alone!” I shout in desperation.

He taps his chin thoughtfully. “Tell you what. If you cooperate, I’ll even

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