I Saw the Mafia Boss Drugged — What Followed Next Was Incredible

His grip was terrifyingly weak but positioned perfectly to snap my windpipe.

“I don’t work for anyone!” I choked out, my hands gripping the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. “I’m a waitress! I saved you!”

The pressure on my throat didn’t ease. I could hear his labored breathing, the sound of a man fighting off the edge of unconsciousness.

“Waitress,” he rasped. “Right. And I’m the Pope. Pull over.”

“If I pull over, the men looking for you will find us!” I shouted, swerving to avoid a pothole. “They said a name. Sable. They said Sable would kill them if you got away.”

The hand instantly vanished.

I coughed, gasping for air, and risked a glance in the mirror. He had slumped back against the worn upholstery, his face pale, sweat beading on his forehead. His dark eyes were fixed on me, sharp and calculating despite the drugs.

“You heard them say Sable?”

“Yes. They were going to kill you, or kidnap you. I don’t know. I just… I couldn’t let them.”

He stared at the ceiling of my beat-up car, a grim smile touching his lips. “Sable moved faster than I thought.” He tried to sit up, wincing in pain. “Where are you taking me?”

“To a hospital.”

“No hospitals.” His voice was iron. “No cops. You take me to a hospital, I’m dead before morning, and so are you.”

“I can’t bring a drugged mafia boss to my apartment!” I yelled, instantly regretting my choice of words.

He raised an eyebrow. “Mafia boss? You watch too many movies, sweetheart.” He held up his hand, staring at the heavy black ring on his index finger. It wasn’t just a ring. It was a seal. An intricate crest of a wolf and a crown carved into pure onyx. “My name is Dominic. And if you want to stay alive, you’ll take me somewhere safe until this wears off.”

I thought of Matteo. Mr. Alvarez was watching him, but my apartment was the only place I could go. I couldn’t afford a motel. I barely had gas in the tank.

“Fine,” I said, my voice trembling. “But if you bring trouble to my family, I’ll kill you myself.”

Dominic let out a dry, raspy laugh before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out completely.

Twenty minutes later, I was hauling him up the three flights of stairs to my cramped apartment. He was a dead weight again. When I finally got my door unlocked, Mr. Alvarez looked up from the kitchen table, his eyes widening.

“Sarah? Madre de Dios, who is that?”

“A drunk customer,” I lied smoothly. “He slipped in the alley. I’m just letting him sleep it off.”

Mr. Alvarez didn’t look convinced, but he nodded slowly. “Matteo is asleep. The fever broke, but he asked for you.”

“Thank you. Here.” I handed him my thirteen dollars in tips. It wasn’t enough for his time, but it was all I had.

After he left, I dragged Dominic onto my threadbare sofa and grabbed a damp towel to wipe the sweat from his face. As I unbuttoned his ruined suit jacket to help him breathe, something slipped from his inner pocket and hit the floor with a metallic clink.

I picked it up.

It was a silver pocket watch, heavily engraved. But that wasn’t what made my heart stop.