Free Passion (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 3) by Fiona Davenport Page A

Thomas flew backward from the force of the blow.
    “If we don’t find her, if he harms her in any way,” I threatened savagely, “you’ll pay for it with your life.”
    He stared at me silently as he tried to stem the bleeding from his nose which was most likely broken. I was stunned at what I didn’t see in his gaze. There was no anger, no fear, only guilt and acceptance. He simply nodded and began to turn away. But, he stopped and looked back at me, “I’ll hand you the rope to hang me with.”
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    B lood trickled down Greg’s neck as I ran the very tip of my knife across his skin, leaving a shallow cut below his jaw, from ear to ear.
    “You know my reputation,” I said quietly, displaying a calm I didn’t feel. “Now add on to the fact that you’ve not only betrayed your leader, but put the love of my life in harm’s way. I think it’s safe to say you should fear me a fuck of a lot more than that motherfucker, Sean.”
    Brecken had come through for us and we were able to catch up to the limo at an executive airport in White Plains. It was one of the small airstrips where the O’Reillys had a private hangar for smuggling girls and drugs.
    The plane had just lifted off as we’d arrived, but the limousine was tearing away from the small airstrip. Ewan drove his SUV straight into the driver’s side door. The crazy motherfucker. He would definitely be getting a raise.
    It killed the driver instantly, but Greg stumbled out of the front passenger seat and took off on foot. He wasn’t more than two yards away when he was forced to stop, finding himself locked in a circle of vehicles. He’d looked like a deer in headlights, and I’d cracked my knuckles in anticipation of seeing that panicked look turn to one of horror.
    I had spent the last five minutes interrogating him, making small, shallow cuts in his skin. Greg was obviously confused at my actions considering the cuts didn’t cause much pain. He’d understand soon enough, though.
    When I was satisfied with my handiwork, I signaled to Conor, who then walked over carrying a small box. Standing back, I motioned him forward. One by one, he removed leeches from the container, placing them over the wounds. Greg began to struggle, his confusion quite cleared up. He pleaded with Conor but it fell on deaf ears.
    I waved Conor back after he’d placed four of them. “Enough!” I shouted at Greg as his begging turned into blubbering. “Every time you withhold information, we’ll add another. Every time you lie to me, we’ll add two and I’ll start carving you instead of these paltry cuts. Am I being clear?” He looked as though he was about to cry, I doubted it would take more than another leech or two to break him.
    “Where is she?”

Chapter 2
Carly
    F inding myself locked in the back of a limo being driven by a crazy man who thought he could force me to become his wife, racing away from my new husband, was the furthest thing from what I’d had in mind for my wedding night. My fingers clenched around the bag I’d come to the car to find, and I cringed at the thought of how the contents might affect what happened next. The purple and white stick with the plus sign held the happiest news of my life, but it also greatly hindered me when it came to trying to escape from Sean.
    Still in my wedding dress and heels, I wasn’t exactly prepared for a battle when I crawled in here. I’d give just about anything to go back in time and leave a gun behind because a bottle of champagne wasn’t going to cut it as a weapon against him. Maybe if I wasn’t pregnant, I’d give it a go. With the baby to protect, it was too risky a move for me to make. But watching the miles fly past as the limo moved farther and farther away from the reception hall and Brandon, I knew I had to try something. Maybe get him talking to me at least. I highly doubted that reasoning with Sean was going to work since he was batshit crazy, but I figured I had to at least give it a