Chapter Nineteen
Callie
We’re late. And I fucking hate being late. But it was worth it. Even as we rush to get to the Cammareri compound I still feel the tingles of my orgasm running through my body. Not only does Mancuso hold my heart, but the man also plays my body like a musical instrument he mastered years ago.
“Babe, I need you to open my glove box.”
I look at him and it’s easy to see how tense he is.
“What is going on?” I ask, trying to remain calm.
“I need you to listen to me and do everything I tell you. Someone is following us. Open the glove box and take out the 9mm.”
I do what he says, following his instructions step by step. I fight to keep my composure even though my heart is racing faster than it ever has.
“Have you ever shot a gun?”
“My dad took me to the range a few times when I was younger,” I reply.
“That’s better than nothing,” he says with a nod. “Take my phone and call Severu.”
For a moment I want to object but I know we are going to need help. The man who shot Mancuso all those weeks ago was never found and there are other threats out there as well. You can’t be part of one of the most feared mafia families and expect to live a peaceful life.
“We’re all waiting for you,” Severu says when he answers the phone.
“It’s Callie.”
“What do you want?” I know we don’t like each other much and I promise to work on that as soon as I can, but for now, I need him not to be an asshole.
“Mancuso told me to call you. We’re being followed.”
“Fuck!” he curses, and I hear him move in the background. “Where are you?”
I look around for a sign. “Five miles before the bridge.”
I know once we hit the bridge it is only a mile to the compound but a lot can go wrong in six miles.
“Do you know who is following you?”
I don’t get the chance to answer as the large midnight-blue pickup truck rams into us from behind. A small sound of surprise escapes me as I try to keep ahold of the phone.
“Callie!”
“I’m here.”
“What happened?”
“They rammed us.”
“I’m on my way. Tell Mancuso to take a back road. Don’t go to the bridge. If they run you off that bridge you’ll drown.”
Ice swims through my veins as I repeat Severu’s directions to Mancuso.
“Stay on the phone,” Severu says. “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”
“Please hurry,” I beg.
I don’t hear what he says as Mancuso quickly turns right. If it had been a tar surface, I think we might have made it. But on gravel, with our speed, something bad was bound to happen. The tires lose their traction and instead of shooting forward, we all but stand still. The other car doesn’t break, instead choosing to hit us.
I hear the crunch of metal as pain radiates through my right side. Above the noise and the pain, I hear Mancuso calling my name but I can’t reply. The darkness is already dragging me under.