Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3

Crack!

Blam!

Massimo’s gunshots were getting farther away as I ran farther from the house –

And then I tripped.

Something small and unforgiving caught my shin, and I toppled face-first to the ground.

I grunted and pushed up against the mud and wet pine needles so I was on my hands and knees.

When I looked back, I saw a thin line a foot above the ground.

A wire – ?!

Then I felt something step on the gun in my right hand, pinning it to the ground and crushing my finger in the trigger guard.

I looked up in panic to see a man towering above me.

He wore an alpine hat – the type with the side brims slightly folded up.

In his hands, he held a rifle with a huge scope.

I couldn’t make out much of his face in the shadows –

But I heard him as he whispered, “Shhhhh.”

So I screamed my head off.

“MASSIMO!”

“Fräulein,” the man sighed –

Then brought the butt of his rifle down on my face.