Chapter Eighty

80.

The gun prodded her lower back. “Then do so, miss, before Mr.

O’Mara grows too impatient.”

The fear in the goon’s voice fed her own. Mia forced her feet to move

as she walked between the two thugs. The beauty of the marble steps didn’t

impress her any more than the ornate ivory columns. She was too busy

dreading her meeting with the mysterious Mr. O’Mara to be impressed by

the architecture of his palatial home.

The entryway and halls passed in a blur of elegant wallpaper and

gleaming marble floors her flats tapped against briskly as the goons hurried

her along. When they finally reached the end of a long hallway, her heart

was racing from a combination of fear and exertion, since she’d had to take

two steps for their one.

“Knock, Wallace.”

Knowing the brunette’s name didn’t put her at ease. She clenched her

hands into fists as he knocked before opening the door. Mia glared at Bruno

when he herded her inside roughly.

She was several steps into the room before she st