Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,57

might not be part of the RA, but to break a command wasn’t acceptable.

“Mr. Sheahan…”

He pauses and turns to me. He doesn’t say anything.

“If you know who I am. What are you going to do with me?” I bite my bottom lip to stop the tremble that has entered it.

“Get your clothes.”

My heart pounds, and I know if I do, I’ll never see the light of day again. Had Shay sent him to get rid of me? After last night he had enough of me. Why show me kindness, why carry me into his bed? Why make me breakfast?

Tears choke me. “I can disappear.” I blink, and they spill.

Lucian walks away from me, and I know if I don’t get my stuff, the other men are there to do it for him. As I walk to the bathroom, a pain starts in my belly. It’s overriding everything else as I enter the bathroom and gather my clothes.

Shay set me up. He left, knowing that they would come for me. I brush tears away as I hug my clothes to my chest. I’m staring at myself in the mirror; I’m staring at the counter where I gave him a piece of my soul. A piece of me that I can never get back. Dropping my clothes, I pick up the soap dispenser and pitch it at the mirror. The image of me fractures, and I see a hundred green eyes stare back at me, mocking me.

My legs grow weak, and I hear them coming. Panic claws at my insides, and I’m scrambling along the floor, opening the cupboard to find something. I needed to fight. I needed to survive this.

The two men barrel in. Anything I touch in the cupboard, I throw at them. Aftershave smashes along the floor and pollutes the space. I grab bottles of shampoo and conditioner and throw them, but it doesn’t stop one brute from reaching me. His hand digs into my mass of hair, and I scream as I’m dragged from the ground to my feet. My scalp burns and protests at the assault. My nails sink into the man’s hand, and I rake them down to his fingers. He drags me from the bathroom. I’m working with him now, keeping my head close to his hand to try and stop the intense burn to my scalp. I’m released in the hallway and fall to my knees. Teeth rattle and clunk in my mouth. The second man passes me with my clothes in his hand.

“I can disappear.” I plead on my knees.

The front door is still open, and Lucian stands outside with his back to me.

“You're making this harder than it needs to be.” The man who holds my clothes slows down.

Panic swells and grows inside me, but I don’t know what to do with it. I’m rising; I’m moving barefoot. I don’t want to die.

Lucian walks, and the man loosens his hold on my hair and grips my arm. The tightness feels like a blood pressure band that’s out of control. I yank my arm back, but his hold is as steel. I stumble over my feet. The elevator doors open, and my mind is trying to remember seeing one before, but I hadn’t.

Lucian is already inside. I’m released once the other two men are in and the door closes.

The air is thin, and a whimper claws up my throat. I swallow it, fearing if it spills over that this will make the situation more real.

“Chief Commandant. I swear to you. I’ll disappear.” I use the correct title, and hope blossoms as Lucian’s blue gaze land on me. He’s going to take me seriously.

“Sometimes we cut the stems of flowers when getting rid of weeds.”

“Cut stems?” Bile claws up my throat. “I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

The ding of the doors and the breeze on my back is a sound that has me hunching my shoulders. The railing in the elevator becomes a rope, a beacon. It’s hope, and I cling to it.

Arms wrap around my waist and drag me, but I hold on even as my legs leave the floor. I scream like a sinking ship. I scream like I might shatter this moment and be back in the room.

Another arm slams down on my outstretched forearms. The pain roars up my arms, and I’m moving away from the railing with outstretched arms.

“Silence her.” Lucian follows us.

A hand clamps over my mouth, and I bite until I taste blood. I’m tumbling to the