Chapter 4

***SUMMER'S POV***

Getting caught wasn't part of the plan. Smokey didn't give a plan in case we got caught but from previous jobs I know one thing, if the police get involved, I should never open up about my teammates.

"What is your plan?" the man before me asks his body shifting to face me.

Dark hair cropped on the sides, his face consists of a strong cheekbone and when he speaks, they rise deliberately, giving him that dangerous air.

"If you let me go without involving the police, I might ask my friends to return part of your money," I say, knowing this is the silliest thing to say.

The man before me bursts out laughing, but the sound of his rich laughter causes my stomach to knot, I twitch on the seat.

"You steal from me and you expect me to let you go? Crazy. You must have another thing coming your way," he blurts out.

"Well, damn you because I am the one stuck with you, and your bag of money is fucking gone. What are you going to do about it?" I challenge him.

Instantly, the burly man crosses the room and leans down on my chair, his veiny hands snaking up my neck until he secures his grasp on my throat, squeezing lightly.

I gasp and he tightens my windpipe. My eyes bulge in fear as intuition kicks in, making me shriek with fear.

"Do you know who I am?" he barks out angrily, his hand still on my throat.

Do I know? I rake my brain for answers but nothing comes to mind.

The deal was the Sorvino Plan, but that was all Smokey told us about. His men had called him Mr. Sin, but that doesn't strike a bulb in my head.

"No. Please let go," I beg and he releases his grip on me.

Gasping for breath, I choke, grateful for the air passing through my lungs.

"You beefy sick psychopath, you almost choked me to death," I cry out scrambling against my chair.

"I could kill you considering your friends went away with my money. Five million Dollars," he shrieks.

I know this is bad, and I start feeling fear creep through me. Gunner and Smokey made it out alive, but at what risk? Leaving me behind.

"What is stopping you from doing so then?" I ask my eyes catching his. I lower my gaze because of how intense his brown eyes are staring at me.

The man cackles and I feel goosebumps running down my spine.

"Well, my dear, you will come to know me as a man of several taste and hard to please. But you, my little fiery red-haired have caught my attention," he blurts out.

My eyes pop out in shock and I open my mouth to speak but the words falter.

"I stole from you, I can't catch your attention as well. I am the bad girl here," I grit out angrily.

The man walks towards me but stops a few feet from me.

"That is where you are wrong, Redhead. I am the bad one here. I am so bad the devil might reject my soul when I turn up to hell because I've used what good was left of it," he says, his eyes flashing towards his nails lazily.

I am sweating even though the room is cold, this man's presence is enough to bring forth emotions that should remain buried.

"Who are you?" I ask my voice breaking and all bravado ceasing from it.

"Sinclair Sorvino. The head of the Sorvino famiglia Mobsters in Seattle," he let out.

I widen my eyes as I rake my brain, nothing is coming to mind.

"A Mobster? Like gangster?" I ask refusing to believe my ears.

A small crinkle of a smile passes across his lips before he twists them into a scowl.

"Not a gangster. But as in Mafia, you know?" he asks as if I should know.

I gulp, feeling the room grow hotter.

"You are a bad guy then? Like really bad guy?" I ask closing my eyes, feeling sweat trickle down the sides of my face and neck.

When an index finger flicks my nose, I open my eyes to glare at this man.

"I am that bad, redhead. But we could strike a deal. Why don't you start by telling me your name?" he demands.

"Summer," I bite out.

"I will need a second name and if you lie to me, you get punished," he warns.

I wonder if I should trust him and say the truth, this could get the guys into trouble, I can't.

"Summer Jones," I sigh out. A lie of course. I'm not going to give my name if I was already in trouble.

He looks at me and I avoid his gaze.

I don't know why I lied, but I had to.

"Summer Jones, huh? Now, let us get to the deal so that I can go to bed. It is late," he says as if I was an inconvenience.

Not far from the truth though.

"What deal?" I demand my eyes on him.

Sinclair shifts, giving us enough space for his next words to sink in my ears.

"Spend the next ninety days with me, you will need to act like my other half, and at the end of that time, you can walk away free," he states.

My jaws drop as I widen my eyes in shock.

"No. Hell no," I bark out jumping on my feet, when my leg hurts, I return to the chair, hissing in pain.

"That or we take this meeting to the police station where I will press charges on you and your associates," he warns.

"Do I get the money without any charges of being called a thief at the end of the time span?" I ask my eyes on his.

He nods.

"I will need some time to think," I grit out.

"You've got five minutes to make up your mind," he states.

"Five minutes to give away my rights to you for the next ninety days? That's ridiculous," I state.

"It took you less than fifteen minutes to steal money from me. That or jail, the choice is yours," he states.

"Ninety Days with the Sorvino Mobster is my choice," I blurt out angrily.

"Saying it is not enough, we are going to sign a contract," he grits out removing a knife from his desk.

"A blood pact? That is crazy," I shriek.

"You said yes to the deal, Summer, so we go all in. Bring your hand," he states holding the pen knife before me.

Oh fuck! This is so fucked up.