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Mine: A Dark Mafia Billionaire Romance, page 1
MINE
SARA FIELDS
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Afterword
About Sara Fields
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Fields, Sara
Mine
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CHAPTER 1
New Hope, Pennsylvania
Maci Williams
“I triple dog dare you.”
I met Ryan’s gaze and smirked in his direction. The music pumped over the speakers, and I leaned back in my chair, appraising him with a cold, defiant look. The fire crackled, each snap and pop of the burning wood loud to my ears. The flickering flames danced with a warm, amber glow, casting playful shadows on the ground as his dare hung in the air between us.
I could never turn away from a dare… Never.
“Do it. You won’t,” he pushed, and I shook my head, looking down at the very full shot glass right in front of me.
It was honey whiskey.
I wasn’t usually a party girl. In fact, this was the first party I’d ever been invited to, and it was at my own house. The cool kids didn’t usually like hanging out with the nerdy kids, and I was definitely one of the latter. I’d always been a straight A student in all my AP classes and the first one to volunteer for extra credit. Most of my nights, at least before our graduation, had been spent doing mountains of homework, instead of smoking weed and drinking until all hours of the night, and that definitely didn’t make a girl a part of the ‘in’ crowd.
Right now, though, all of the smart kids were off starting their freshman year of college, and here I was, finally invited into the cool kid fold because they thought it was awesome that I already had my own place, and that I was taking a gap year. That decision had earned me somewhat of a rebel reputation, and with that came cool status.
Honestly, I wasn’t really sure what it was. I was still trying to figure that out.
Tonight wasn’t the time for that though.
Tonight, I was making a whole new group of friends.
I wrapped my fingers around the shot glass, threw it back like it definitely wasn’t the first shot I’d ever taken, and tried my best to hide the face I made as the whiskey burned its way down the back of my throat, all the way down to the pit of my stomach.
Gross.
Why did people like this stuff?
Instead of showing just how much of a noob I was though, I smiled, swallowed back my look of disgust, and held the empty glass up like I’d just won an Olympic medal.
“Won’t I though?” I grinned.
All at once, the rest of the group roared in support, which made me feel like a badass despite the horrible taste still burning my tongue.
“Fuck, Maci. I didn’t think you could do it,” Ryan grinned. Our eyes met for a moment, his bold and mine shy before I finally looked away.
“Give her another,” Kendra barked. Her own eyes were glassy as she stared back at me. She’s always been the most popular girl at school. Head of the cheerleading squad. Homecoming queen. First picked at every school dance and in every group project, except she’d gotten caught with a shit ton of weed in her locker a month before graduation and that had literally fucked up her whole life.
Turns out, her boyfriend Tucker had been dealing and he’d used her locker to store it, only the jackass let her go down for it without even saying a word. The school had expelled her, she’d gotten arrested, and her parents had made her get her GED, just so she could go to the local community college instead of some ritzy school out in California.
Honestly, I felt a little bad for her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go to college yet, but at least I still had the choice, unlike her.
“Not so straight laced then, huh?” Carmen smirked, and Ryan winked in my direction.
“Seems not,” he declared, and he quickly poured me another shot of honey whiskey. I took it down like a champ, the burn still sizzling just as much on the way down as the first.
Was whiskey always this bad?
I shook it off with a huff and the group laughed.
“Fuck, this place is nice, Maci. No parents. No rules. Just us,” Kendra murmured, and the rest of the group agreed, nods circling all around the fire.
I smiled, feeling seen for the first time in my life.
My house was out in the boonies, but it was home to me. A two-story colonial with a ton of acreage all around it gave us enough privacy to have a campfire out in the backyard without worry of being disturbed. Even if we made a ton of noise, the nearest neighbor was half a mile away, so the chances of anyone knowing we were back here drinking was slim to none.
I kind of felt like a bad girl for breaking the law. I wasn’t old enough to be drinking, yet here I was.
Whatever. I’m nineteen. I’ll do what I want.
“Thanks. It was my grandma’s place, but it’s mine now,” I answered quietly, trying to not let my sorrow show and shrug it off. I must have done a good enough job because Kendra downed another shot, and everybody began egging her on to take another.
With a grateful sigh, I took the moment for myself.
I missed her.
My grandma had mainly raised me as best as she could, but she’d been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was gone now, so I was on my own. She’d left me her house, which gave me a nice place to live. I wasn’t too worried about money because I had a job and a reasonable allowance to live off of from my godfather. It was enough to live comfortably and pay the bills, plus a little extra for some fun. I wasn’t rich by any means, but I was at least taken care of.
Ryan met my gaze, his bright green eyes looking at me with a hint of open curiosity. He poured several fingers of alcohol for himself before downing it too. Playfully, he winked in my direction and my breath hitched in the back of my throat.
I’d had a crush on Ryan for as long as I could remember.
I’d known him most of my life because he lived right down the street from my grandma’s house. His parents had known mine, at least before they died when I was little, and they’d always checked up on me over the years to make sure things were going okay for my grandmother and I. He’d been around more since she’d passed, which had been a nice distraction from my grief. In that time, it felt like we’d grown closer.
His smile grew as wide as the Cheshire cat’s.
“What do you say, Maci? Want to blow this popsicle stand and go for a drive with me? I’ve got someplace special I want to show you,” he offered, and the group quieted, watching us closely. I could practically feel them all holding their breath.
His emerald irises glimmered in the soft glow of my back porch lights. He ran his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair, sweeping it to the side effortlessly, making my heart skip a beat in my chest.
I’d always thought he just saw me as some poor orphan, but in the last few months I’d started to think that was silly. Maybe, just maybe, he actually liked me too.
“Maci?” Ryan pressed.
“I’d like that,” I said softly and a round of hoots and whistles sounded all around us.
“Fucking finally!” Kendra declared and the rest of the group stood up and actually cheered with their excitement.
I blushed as bright red as a cherry tomato.
Honestly, I’d never even been on a date with a boy before, because that’s what this was right? He was taking me out for the night, just me and him. Maybe he’d even kiss me.
A first kiss would certainly round off the night and make it the best night you’ve ever had…
I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up or let myse
“Come on, Maci,” Ryan urged, and I stood up from my chair. My stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness and maybe a bit from the whiskey as he took my hand and tugged me into the front yard towards his car, a bright blue Mercedes Benz that his parents bought for him the year he turned sixteen. Like the perfect gentleman, he opened the passenger side door for me and bowed his head while I climbed inside and slid onto the soft beige leather seat.
“After you,” he winked, and I giggled softly.
He closed the door behind me and strode over to the driver’s side, stumbling a little along the way. Had he drunk too much already? I shook my head. That couldn’t be it. Ryan could hold his liquor. He bragged about it all the time, so I shouldn’t have anything to worry about.
With a nervous swallow, I smiled as he climbed in the car with me. After he turned the key in the ignition, the engine purred to life just like a kitten. With a wry grin, he backed up out of my driveway and drove off into the night towards the center of town, the soft rumble of the engine the only noise disrupting the quiet between us.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked, wanting to break the silence.
“It’s a sssurprise,” he replied, his voice light and only a tiny bit slurred. I told myself that he was fine. He had to be fine. Sure, I’d never been around him when he was drunk before, but he’s always kind of looked out for me in a way no one else did, kind of like the big brother I’d never had in a way.
Maybe he pitied me because I was an orphan after all, or maybe he’d liked me all along. Either way, I didn’t question it because I really didn’t want to find out it was the first.
“Come on, spill the beans, Ryan. Where are we headed?” I teased, the corners of my lips curling into a playful smile despite my never-ending frayed nerves trembling in the octaves of my voice.
He chuckled, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. “Ah, Maci, where’s the fun in knowing everything?”
I shot him a mock glare, but I broke out in a smile a second later.
He winked, his playfulness catching. “Maybe I’m feeling a bit unpredictable tonight.”
“You can say that again,” I quipped, and he laughed a bit harder.
“You know, that’s what I like about you. You can roll with the punches and still have fun,” he quipped, and I looked down at my hands in my lap, smiling to myself. I didn’t really know what to say, so I stayed quiet.
Suddenly, Ryan’s laughter subsided, and he muttered, “Uh-oh, looks like we’re running on fumes.” He gestured to the fuel gauge, and I glanced at the dial, seeing that it was clearly past empty.
Like the kind of empty that meant we probably wouldn’t make it the rest of the way down the street, let alone wherever he was taking me.
A flicker of concern crossed my face. “Do we have enough to make it to the next gas station?”
Ryan grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “We’re living on the edge tonight, Maci. Hold on tight.”
He pressed on the gas and fishtailed around a turn before speeding off down the road like a bat out of hell. I gripped the hand rest on the car door, giggling in delight as we raced through the night. In the distance, about a mile away, I saw a gas station and Ryan only seemed to speed up more.
It wasn’t far. We should make it, hopefully.
Instead of slowing down, Ryan pressed harder on the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life like an angry lion. My giggles turned into a mixture of nervous laughter and excitement, and I started to get a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Ryan, slow down!” I exclaimed, gripping the hand rest even harder, but he only seemed more determined to embrace his reckless speeding like he was a Nascar driver on the last lap. I swallowed hard, telling myself everything was going to be alright. He was just showing off for my sake. That’s all this was.
Until it wasn’t.
As we hurtled towards the gas station, the world outside morphed into a dizzying blur. The bright lights of the station smeared across the windshield, streaking the night with elongated lines of white and yellow.
Slow down!
My heart thundered in my chest. A knot of dread coiled tightly in the pit of my stomach, growing with each fleeting second that brought us closer to what felt like the inevitable.
My fingers gripped the handrest with a vice-like intensity, my knuckles whitening under the strain.
Too close.
Fuck. He isn’t slowing down.
If anything, he was still accelerating, the car’s engine emitting a high-pitched whine that screamed in my head.
Panic surged through me. My breathing became shallow, rapid bursts of air that did little to quench the growing hysteria spiraling inside of me. I could feel the car’s tires lose their tenuous grip on the pavement, skidding with a treacherous squeal that seemed like a harbinger of doom.
With a sudden, violent jolt, the car careened into the gas station. It was going too fast to navigate the turn properly, the back end fishtailing wildly out of control.
A sickening crunch shattered the air as the car collided with a pump, the sound a grotesque symphony of breaking glass, rending metal, and the tortured screech of twisting steel.
A burst of flames engulfed the pump, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning fuel. I could feel the heat radiating from the fire, and the world quickly became a blur of orange and red.
I acted quickly, my instincts kicking in. I shoved the car door open and stumbled out of the car, only to look back and see that Ryan had done the same thing.
The flames greedily licked at the car, the once sleek vehicle now a blazing inferno. Panic surged through me as I ran to Ryan’s side, the heat intensifying with every step.
“Ryan, we need to get further away! It could blow!” I shouted, my voice barely audible over the roar of the flames.
He nodded, his expression set firmly with determination and abject fear. We sprinted further from the erupting chaos, the air quickly growing thick with smoke. Behind us, the car, now completely engulfed in flames, seemed to pulsate with an ominous energy. As we reached what felt like a safe distance, a deafening explosion shattered the night.
The force of the blast sent shockwaves through the air, rattling everything around us. I instinctively threw myself to the ground, shielding my head. The explosion echoed in my ears, leaving them ringing and my eyes burning from the smoke.
When I finally dared to glance back, a plume of blazing smoke billowed into the sky where the car once stood. The remnants of Ryan’s car were now scattered across the gas station, each fragment still burning brightly in the dark of the night.
It was like waking up from a nightmare only to find out it was real.
The fire had voraciously consumed not only the car but had also spread to the nearby pumps and structures. Yellow, orange, and red tongues of fire danced wildly, casting an eerie glow on the whole place, making it seem like something out of a horror movie.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
The heat emanating from the blaze distorted the air, creating shimmering waves of intensity. The fuel pumps hissed and crackled as the flames eagerly devoured them. The acrid scent of burning fuel hung thick in the air, adding a sinister note to the already tumultuous scene.
I stared, not believing what I was seeing even though deep in my heart, I knew it was real.
