Dangerous Beauty: Part Two: A Mafia Princess Read Online Free PDF Page A

where the hell was Jenna?
    She slowly began to climb out from under the comforter, not looking back and careful not to wake up the man in the chair next to her. She figured he was supposed to be watching her— she just didn’t understand why.
    Had she been drugged? That was the only explanation she could come up with. Panic began seeping into her at that thought. Had someone kidnapped her? If so, who the hell would do that? No one even knew she was alive— or existed, for that matter. The thought of some unknown person abducting her both frightened and bewildered her at the same time. She couldn’t figure out what anyone would want from her. She had nothing.
    Carter frowned. She needed to get the hell out of here.
    She crawled down the bed quietly to avoid waking up the guard in the chair. Seriously, this guy needed to find another job because his boss was going to be pissed when he found out Carter was gone. She stepped down off of the large bed and checked herself for injuries. She didn’t know what they might have done to her. She ran her hands up and down her whole body, checking for sore spots, but she felt nothing. She was relieved they hadn’t hurt her— it would be difficult to get away if an injury held her back from killing any and all who got in the way on her way out of here.
    Carter looked behind her to make sure the guard was still sleeping. She shook her head when she saw he was. The guy really sucked at his job.
    She crept toward the door.
    Jesus Christ!
All of her muscles were tight as hell, and she felt a little dizzy. She had no idea how long she’d been out, but she really needed to loosen up before she ran into trouble. Carter stretched her muscles and took a deep breath, preparing for whatever was on the other side of that door. She didn’t really feel her best, and her body was weak, but she pushed forward anyway. She needed to be strong and get back home before her abductors noticed she was gone. She flipped her long hair over her shoulders, then paused and ran her hand down the long strands.
    When the hell did my hair get this long?
    Carter usually kept her hair cut to the middle of her back, but now it was touching the top of her behind. Seriously, how long had she been knocked out? The thought of having been in this place for reasons beyond her knowledge for who knows how long made Carter want to storm over to that sleeping guard and rip his head off for keeping her here against her will. But she chose to skip the idiot move, and she continued to the door of the room. The guy in the chair was huge, and she didn’t need that delay. She was ready to get the hell out of here and get back to her life.
    New life
, Carter thought. Now she was going to have to leave Hope Beach and start over somewhere different! This was such bullshit!
    Yep. That thought did it. Now she was pissed.
    She opened the door, hoping someone was there so she could break their face, but no one loomed outside. The huge room she had been in was at the end of a long, wide hallway— a gorgeous hallway. Whoever lived here had a bad-ass decorator, not to mention a shitload of money. Carter still couldn’t figure out what the hell they would want with her. But she was sure it had something to do with her father.
    Oh Shit!
Carter tensed. What if she was in the home of the people who had put a hit out on her father? What if they wanted something from her? But how would they find out that she was still alive? Nothing made any sense.
    Carter walked quietly down the hallway, passing other bedrooms in what she was sure was a mansion. The place was incredibly decorated, and Carter noted that it was decorated the exact way she would decorate it if it were hers. Warm colors, homey country style furnishings, fresh flowers. Whoever owned this had great taste and a kick ass florist. The house looked as if a happy family lived in it.
    Carter’s thoughts about the décor were interrupted when she heard men talking. She neared a large