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I offered her something I wish someone had had the guts to offer me a long time ago. I meant what I said even as I yearned for her to stay. The silence lingered between us, and she didn’t move.
“Go.”
“No.”
“Go!”
“No!”
Tears fell down her face, and my heart bled for her misery.
“Why won’t you leave?”
“Because I don’t want to. I belong with you. I belong…to you.”
My heartbeat matched the tempo in my neck, and heat traveled through me slowly spiraling through my body. I sucked my teeth and glanced at Riccardo but spoke to Mano.
“Get them the fuck out of here.”
The capos filled the room, I grabbed Penelope’s hand, needing to get her alone, and led her away.
7
Penelope
My heart banged in my chest as anxiety filled me throughout. As confused as Dominic was, I was just as confused.
He’d taken me to a huge master suite on the fifth floor, on the opposite side of Dameon’s estate. Inside, I stood next to the door while he paced on a balcony outside the room. I sucked in a breath as my gaze took in the mahogany walls, maroon drapery, and gray and black furnishings.
Questions filled me—so much that I couldn’t focus on one before another followed up. But what shook me to my core the most was I had never seen Dominic so angry. That dark part of him that revealed itself to me usually remained quiet and methodical. Tonight, it raged like a monster that could bite the head off a man and save his body for dinner.
Still, when he’d given me the chance to go, I couldn’t move. I may have lost my mind, but I couldn’t. I just…
The balcony door eased open, and my mind quieted as my attention was taken to him. Dominic filled the exit with his frame, his gaze stuck on me, and I held my breath. That seemed to go on forever, and before long, my lungs screamed for air. I exhaled.
“Please say something.”
He took a step into the room then paused again.
“Who are you?”
My eyes widened. “Dominic, you know who I am.”
“I know Penelope Cattaneo.”
I sighed and folded my arms. “I am both Penelope Cattaneo and Niccolò.”
His left brow twitched, and I tensed.
“I don’t know the other one.”
I sucked in a breath and sighed again. “But you do. I was just undercover.”
“What is your role in the Niccolò Cartel?”
My forehead creased as melancholy surged through me. “I don’t have a role. I was merely born into this shit show, and that makes me a pawn. I’m not a player of any significant part. I am just me.”
He stared at me long and hard. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
