Mobster's Angel (Mobster Series) by Amy Rachiele Read Free Book Online

hard.  I do a self-check.  I have nothing with me to check.  No phone to call for he lp and no key to the apartment to shove in his eye, just plain old me.
    He smoothly transfers to my seat . He is very close, brushing his leg with my bare one. He offers the glass to me again.
    “Really, Erin, you look overwrought.  Have this to calm you down.” Brice thrusts the glass under my nose.  I push him away.  He grabs me by the back of the head and pushes my face into the glass. I struggle against his strength.
    “No! ” I shriek.  “Get that away from me!”  I raise my arm quickly, using its force and hit him under the chin.  The blow jostles the glass, spilling half of the drink onto the pristine carpet. His face flames with anger.
    “You’re a fi ery little thing, aren’t you?” he remarks.
    Brice lunges at me on the bench seat. He tries to pin me while still holding the damn glass.  I wiggle away and bang on the darkened window between us and the driver with the back of my fist.
    “Help!” Bang. Bang. Bang.  “Hello!  Help!” I’m up on one knee, with my back to Brice.  A cool hand brushes the back of my thigh and travels up my skirt.  I spin. Bastard!
    “Don’ t bother, Erin, he is well paid,” Brice says in a bored tone, resting back on the seat after our scuffle.  “You’re making this really difficult.  I have to say I wouldn’t have thought you had it in you.”  I glare at him and his words register as ugly pinpricks under my bruised skin.
    A phone buzzes in hi s pocket.  He pulls it out.  He reads the screen with a mocking smile.
    “Oh, look.  It’s Joey.  I bet he’s going berzerk looking for you.”
    I move sharply, trying to grab the phone in the confined space of the backseat of the limo.  He rips it away fast. I react. I surprise Brice by giving him an uppercut to the jaw.
    “Holy! Mother Fucker!” Brice wails as he writhes in pain.  “You bitch!”   The glass and phone drop to the floor.  More liquid soaks into the carpet. I snatch the phone from the puddle.
    I steady it in my hand and try to get to missed calls .  I almost had it.  Just as I go to hit JOEY, Brice tears it away.
    In a furious rage, Brice grabs a small plastic package from under the seat.  Pills?   He tears it open.  He grasps one between his fingers.  I see where this is going and snatch the glass up off the floor. Quickly, he springs and tries to stick the pill in my mouth.  I turn away, using my arms to keep him at bay.  His anger makes him stronger and he tries to immobilize me. My only thought is get out of this car.
    I hit him again, exactly the way Joey showed me, except with the glass in hand.  Glass shatters everywhere. He is reeling.  I smash him again with my bare hand, right in the jaw.  My knuckles sting and tears trail down my face.  Brice tries to lift his body, but he slumps back down onto the leather seat.
    Self-preservation rules me.  I riffle through the seat pockets and little cabinets as fast as I can.  I find a black umbrella with a pointed end.  Good weapon.  I press buttons and turn knobs.  A little compartment flips open and it’s the controls for the radio, T.V., and – finally - the window.  I press the lever that says “down.” Slowly, the glass lowers, revealing the back of the driver’s head.  He sees me in the rearview mirror.  I catch his eyes.  I lift the umbrella high pointed directly at the spot between the spinal cord and head.
    “Stop this car right now! Or I’m going to jam this umbrella through the back of your fuckin’ skull!” I say with a sheer menace and command that astonishes even me.  His eyes widen in the mirror, and I feel the vehicle begin to slow.  For some weird reason, I don’t feel fear.
    I lean down and almost brush my lips to Brice’s ear a s I say malevolently, “Don’t ever come near me again… Next time, it won’t end this nicely.”
    I brace myself and cock my leg back. With all my might, I knee him in