My Crime Boss Obliterated The Gala — Then Walked Past The Billionaires Just To Shield Me
Part 2
The Q train rattled aggressively along the elevated tracks of Queens, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering above me.
I sat rigidly in the plastic corner seat, my arms wrapped tightly around my trembling body.
I was still buried deep inside the heavy bespoke charcoal overcoat that strongly smelled of gunpowder and expensive tobacco.
The luxurious fabric was a temporary fortress, dwarfing my curvy frame and keeping me from shattering completely.
Dawn was just beginning to break outside, painting the polluted New York skyline in bruised shades of purple.
True to his chilling word, Tyler’s heavily armed men had escorted me out of the Grand Plaza through a maze of service corridors.
None of the ruthless mobsters had even dared to make eye contact with me.
When I finally reached my cramped third-floor walk-up apartment, the familiar smell of cheap lavender soap grounded my racing heart.
My mother was asleep on our worn floral sofa, a thin knitted blanket pulled up to her frail chin.
The ancient television cast a pale blue glow over the endless stacks of medical bills cluttering the coffee table.
I carefully slipped off the massive coat, hiding it in my small closet like a dark, terrifying secret.
I collapsed onto my narrow bed, foolishly thinking the nightmare was finally over and I could slip back into my invisible life.
Two days later, the horrific reality of the gala massacre completely dominated every single news channel.
The streets fiercely whispered that Daniel Henderson, a surviving underboss, was desperately searching for leverage against Tyler to broker a truce.
He needed a weakness, and the dangerous underworld was buzzing with the rumor that the untouchable Tyler Rossi had spared a curvy maid.
I knew absolutely nothing of the massive target now painted securely on my back.
On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, I walked out of the sliding glass doors of the hospital, my shoulders slumped in utter defeat.
As I navigated the desolate, concrete labyrinth of the underground parking garage, a sleek black car abruptly swerved around the corner.
Its tires screeched violently as it cut off my path, the high beams blinding my tired eyes.
Four doors flew open simultaneously, and massive men in cheap leather jackets stepped out with ugly sneers.
One of them laughed cruelly, mocking my heavy figure as he pulled a thick steel crowbar from his jacket.
He sneered that Daniel Henderson wanted a little chat with the girl who melted the ice king’s cold heart.
I spun around to run toward the safety of the stairwell, but a meaty hand closed roughly around the collar of my thrift store sweater.
He yanked me backward so violently I stumbled and fell to the hard concrete, scraping my bare knees raw.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, snarling at me to shut up and get into the trunk.
Before he could drag me another inch, the deafening roar of a high-powered engine violently echoed through the subterranean garage.
A dark armored SUV smashed directly into the side of the attackers’ car with the crushing force of a freight train.
The three thugs stumbled back in absolute shock, desperately reaching for their concealed firearms.
The driver’s side door of the SUV kicked open, and Tyler Rossi stepped out looking like a special forces operator.
He didn’t speak a single word before raising a suppressed tactical pistol and firing three times in rapid, terrifying succession.
The three men dropped to the concrete, instantly neutralized, as the suffocating silence settled over the wrecked cars.
He lowered his weapon and walked toward me, the cold precision vanishing from his eyes the moment he saw me crying in the oil-stained puddle.
He dropped to his knees, his deep voice a rumble of pure unchecked anxiety as he gently framed my tear-streaked face.
I sobbed that they knew about the coat, terrified that I was his weakness.
He pulled my shaking body against his broad chest, fiercely whispering that I was the only innocent thing left in his dark world.
He told me I was the only innocent thing left in his world, but as he drove me away to his fortified estate, I had to wonder—was I being rescued, or just taken by a different kind of monster?
