Married To The Mafia Dom (#2 Mafia series)

5

Anastasia Schulz

I can’t believe it has been two months since Amy had been taken away and I’m still no closer to finding her. Her friends at the devil's den have next to useless I think that they are hiding something from me. if I don’t get answers to share she is this time, there is only one person left to turn to. I haven’t seen my father since last summer we were meant to revel there this summer. We have already arranged Amile and Marino’s wedding. It was set for when she turned eighteen, once Amile had finished college. We were all to go over there is that they could get to know one another before they got married. They haven’t seen much of school other since she was eleven now at twenty-six he had been informed he was to be wed to my daughter the last heiress of the Shultz family. I couldn’t bear any more children after Amile, I’d lied to Harry after I’d given birth to Amile I had a lot of complications that caused me to become infertile. I had kept it away from him for sixteen long years. The doctors had no choice but to due to patient confidentiality. I hated the way she treated our daughter like she was a disgrace to our family purely because she wasn’t a boy all he ever wanted was an heir to run his company but he even managed to screw that up by gambling all our money away and owing to other gang member money that he couldn’t even repay making his Businesses go into liquidation or being taken over by some other mob boss.

I couldn’t just sit here and edit around wondering if my daughter was in danger, whether or not she was alive one dead. I had to the i***t that promised me he’d help me find my daughter and if I had no luck I’d have to call in a few favours and maybe go back to Germany and tell my father that my daughter had been kidnapped.

I made my eyes out of my BMW and walked towards devils-den it was a tasteless fight club okay they kept it clean and probably brought in quite a substantial amount of money, but it was situated in the worst part of town. luckily I had the best alarm system on my car so if anyone tried they’d be shocked, to say the least.

I walked in with my head held high everyone I encountered was staring at me like I didn’t belong there. For the life of me, I couldn't work out why my daughter ever came here. It smelt of sweat and beer, I felt nauseous but I continued through to the back of the club to the office I knocked on the door. “It’s open.”

I pushed the door open and stepped in, closing the door he looked up from the paperwork in front of him. “Remember me?”

“How could I forget you’re Amy’s mom Anastasia right?”

“That’s right, I’m here because I’ve heard nothing in the last few months about my daughter.”

“I’m still working on it I promise you.”

“I can’t see any evidence here that you’re trying to find her.”

“I am I swear. This is club business. It's very important,”

“And finding my daughter isn’t important?”

“Right now it’s not my top priority, but I assure you I have the best trackers out there looking for her.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.”

“Believe what you like mam but I’m doing my best trying to juggle work and finding your daughter.”

“You have four weeks to tell me that you’ve found her or I will go somewhere else and take this into my own hands. And if I find out that you’re lying to me you won’t like the consequences.”

“Sure mam.”

I stormed out slamming the door behind me. It's time I called the only person I could trust to get the job done. Mario Bushido.