Mafia's Obsession [18+]

25.

Sofia

I am throughly fucked and not in a good way.

My lips part, failing to form words as I hope I am hallucinating.

Because there's no chance Gabriel Cortez—my almost hook-up in Milan that got Ezio enraged in jealousy—is still alive and breathing.

He's declared dead. And I don't doubt it in the slightest. Ezio Salucci never plays around when it comes to showing me his point. As sick as it sounds.

So, who the hell is the man in front of me right now?

Because nobody forgets that kind of face.

He looks like the very same Gabriel Cortez, yet somewhat different. While Gabe had a handsome and cute face, boy-next-door type, this one has a slightly rough features, handsome, but a far cry from cute.

He doesn't even bat an eye at the gun in my hand. And before I can aim it to him, he wrenches it out my grasp in one swift movement, then unloading the magazines expertly. All in mere seconds, my only weapon is now pretty much useless on the floor.

"Come on, mami. We don't have all day." His tone is bitter and impatient. He's wearing a black t-shirt underneath a bulletproof vest and cargo pants. Guns strapped to his body like trophies.
In quick strides, he yanks me by my wrist and toward the open door.

"Gabe? How—"

He scowls. His face turns dangerously menacing and for a moment, I wish I just shut my mouth. "Nice guess, but he's dead." His voice is so low it's borderline eerie.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Exactly. He's dead.

Then, who—

My eyes take his form one more time, from his dark hair, tan skin, strong and toned body. This man is definitely not Gabriel.

"He had a twin?" I question out loud in surprise before I can keep my thoughts to myself. God, what do I get myself into? Trouble always follows wherever I go.

"You catch on fast, Sofia. My name is Xavier." He says in heavy accent, just to punctuate his name.

At this very second I realize, I am completely in deep shit.

The hallway outside my bedroom is disaster. I stare in horror at the bodies lying around—Ezio's men—either dead or heavily injured.

On the contrary, there are seven men standing unscathed with their rifle ready, looking like they're just ambushing this place. They communicate briefly in Spanish and Xavier barking orders at them.

Fuck.

Am I just involved with another gangster?

Two of his men are leading the way while the other three are walking just behind us. I am surrounded by these armed men, knowing well enough they are here to kidnap me.

"Where are you taking me?" I whisper, barely keeping my voice even as his grip around my upper arm tightens.

"Stop asking questions and walk faster." He hisses, ignoring my previous question as we walk down the corridor as quiet and quick as possible, getting closer for the exit.