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I head straight to the confessional, open the door, and tug the priest out.
“Please, I beg of you,” he pleads as I position him in front of me. He looks around nervously as if searching for an escape. “I stopped dealing with your kind after the last wedding, where I was almost killed.”
“Sorry,” I say with no apology in my tone. “One more wedding.” I glance up at the ornate ceiling. “Forgive me, Father. I just need to borrow him for a few hours.”
31
“What’s your name?” I ask, glaring at the dark-haired man.
He stands in the corner while I’m on the couch, and instead of answering me, he just stares at his phone.
I’m unsure how much time has passed since they dumped Elijah’s dead body in the trunk like he was used furniture headed to the donation center, and Antonio left.
Now, I’m stuck with a man who has yet to utter a word in my direction. I hold one eye open, as if sizing him up, contemplating whether I could take him and make a run for it.
My conclusion? No way in hell.
He might be on the younger side, but he’s solidly built and would outrun me in a minute. There’s no innocence on his face—a sign he’s been involved in this life for a while. And given how he didn’t flinch while disposing of Elijah’s body, murder doesn’t bother him.
I shrug. “I guess I shall call you my babysitter, then.”
He continues to ignore me.
“Oh, come on.” I throw my head back. “I like calling people by their names. I’m a woman with manners, thank you very much.”
He slides his phone into his pocket. “Leo.”
I make myself comfortable on the couch because, hey, I might as well. “Well,Leo, if you let me go, I’ll tell my father of your good deed. He’ll reward you for it—monetarily or possibly give you a chance to join the Marchetti family—which, from the way it seems, will give you much higher odds of living than with the Lombardis.”
He crosses his arms. “I’m good.”
“Think of all the things you could do with the cash.” I tap the side of my temple. “Leave the country. Buy a Lambo. My father has plenty of connections.”
“How about you keep your mouth shut, and I won’t send one of your pretty little fingers to your father in a box?”
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“Don’t try to bribe me with your bullshit, and I won’t act like one.”
“At least you admit you’re an asshole.”
“Consider yourself lucky Antonio likes you. All I see you as is a pain-in-the-ass woman I’m risking my life for because I’ll always have Antonio’s back. That doesn’t mean I won’t point out that you’re a liability.”
“How do you know Antonio likes me?”
“You’re still alive.” He jerks his head toward the bloodstained rug.
I slam my mouth shut.Fair point.
Leo fishes his phone from his pocket and starts texting.
I take in the cabin and search for clues about where I am. It’s most likely a hideout.
The view from the window is nothing but trees.
What’s Antonio’s plan for me?
Fingers crossed it’s not murder.
