Mick Sinatra: Ice Cold Love by Mallory Monroe

Author:Mallory Monroe [Monroe, Mallory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Austin Brook Publishing
Published: 2019-10-16T18:30:00+00:00

Upstairs, Mick and Teddy were opening the doors of room after room in search of Nikki.

“Are you sure they brought her here?” Mick asked as he opened yet another door and found no one.

“I’m positive,” said Teddy. “They took me to one room, and took her to another one. But she’s up here. Nikki!” he cried out. “Nikki!”

It would take them opening several more doors and going into several more rooms before Teddy finally entered the right room. As soon as he saw his girlfriend, sitting in a chair, he ran to her. “Nikki!” he said and Mick, realizing his son was now calling out his girlfriend’s name in relief rather than in terror, ran to the room too.

And there was Nikki Tarver, in a chair, her hands and feet tied and her mouth gagged, but otherwise looking just fine.

Teddy quickly removed the cloth and tape from her mouth. “Are you alright?” he asked her anxiously. “Did they hurt you?”

“No,” Nikki said, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”

“Thank God,” Mick said, as he slumped against the wall, relieved too. Nikki was like a daughter to him. He didn’t know why he took to her the way he did, but he did. He cared for her. He was pleased that Teddy had enough sense to get her. Teddy just needed to marry her ass and stake his claim.

But as Mick went to help Teddy remove the rope from Nikki’s arms and legs, they all heard a scary sound: a gun shot. Mick and Teddy stopped and looked at each other. Mick pulled out his Magnum. “You stay with Nikki,” he said, and hurried out of the room.

When he ran down the long, winding hall of the massive home, and onto the landing, he realized there was no need for concern. Joey was standing downstairs, his gun still smoking, as Irene‘s lifeless body laid at his feet. Mick exhaled. He could feel his son’s pain.

And when Joey looked up at his father, as if he couldn’t believe it had come to that moment, Mick’s heart dropped. And he walked downstairs.

When he got to Joey’s side, he looked at Irene, and then he pulled Joey into his arms.

Joey sobbed like he used to do when he was a little kid, and Mick would be leaving his mother’s home. “Stay, Daddy, stay,” he used to cry. But Mick had his own life to live, a syndicate to run even back then, and no child was going to interfere with that life. He never stayed. He wrapped both arms around his son, and held him as tightly as he could.

It was too late. He knew it. But it was all he had.

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