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Once, I was Cat to him. His Cat.
Now, I’m Caterina again.
He backs off and stalks out of the room. I rise, and one of the goons puts his hand on my shoulder.
I slap it away and glare. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I spit.
My brothers are looking at me with wide eyes, but I breeze past them.
Elio is right.
They can’t save me now.
The only thing that I can do is save myself.
And, if I ever want to see my daughter again, I’m going to have to.
And I’m taking Elio Rossi down with me when I do.
Less than an hourlater I’m on a plane.
Elio is nowhere to be seen.
Clearly, whatever errand he had to run isn’t one that includes his wife.
Or his wedding night.
I’m actually a little relieved. Back when I thought Elio was still obsessed with me because of our connection, I had been a little worried about what our wedding night would be like. I knew that our chemistry was there, and I’d be lying to myself if I said that I hadn’t enjoyed sex but…
Apparently I had been lying to myself after all.
Elio didn’t want me for that. Now, I’m not sure what he wants me for.
But I know it isn’t good.
I eye the plane. Of course Elio would have a private jet. He probably uses it to zoom back and forth across the Atlantic to Italy on the reg.
I bet his carbon footprint should be criminalized.
It’s a nice plane though. The seats are the type of leather that’s so soft when you run your hands over it, you think there’s absolutely no way that it could be leather.
There’s clearly champagne on board, as well as a full lunch menu, but when I catch a glimpse of the wine cooler I know that champagne is probably the least expensive beverage there.
Well.
I guess if I ran a luxury import business, I’d be pulling red wine out of my ass to put on my private jet too.
Oh shit.
Do I run an import business now?
I’m pretty sure that one of the documents Elio had me sign was some kind of a prenup, or at least a contract that stipulates how much of the business is mine.
And how much is his.
“Sorry I’m late,” I hear a rich voice call out.
I spin in my chair to the plane’s entryway. It’s not Elio; the voice is way too female to be his low rumble.
