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“You haven’t given me dick in a while, Dominik, so maybe I shot the wrong guy.” Ducking our heads, we pass the rose garden and pool.
“I knew you still wanted my cock, Mia Mouse.” His hand grips tighter to mine, pulling me along the rest of the way. “Just didn’t think you’d kill for it.”
We’re almost at the end of the yard when it hits me. “I killed him for you.”
“And I went to jail for you.” Jutting his chin forward, he ushers me over the vined fence. “But I’m not about to die for you, so get the fuck over the fence before someone finds out you killed your father.”
“I did it for—” His hand smacks over my mouth before he lifts me off the ground, his other hand behind me. Dom tosses me over the fence like a rag-doll, his hand stopping my scream. Another firm set of arms catches me on the other side before Dom releases his hold.
“Hey, Bunny.” Looking up, Feliks’ golden eyes bore into mine, dazzling under the setting sun. The first bit of relief in what seems like forever settles in my chest. Seeing Feliks' face makes me want to bury my head in him and forget any of this ever happened. Like he knows it, he rests my head against his thudding heart. “Let’s get you home.” A loud commotion comes from behind us, from the Merlo Mansion. My old home. “Fast.”
* * *
“What do we do?”
“I’m not sure.”
“She hasn’t said anything for hours.”
“How long you think it’ll take her?”
“I’m not sure.”
The guys stand around me in the Murphy House kitchen. All except Dom.
I haven’t even asked how they got the place back, but something tells me. Margarita, Milo, Lucie, or someone had the right connections. The mafia always finds a way.
A plate of food sits in front of me, but the smell alone is enough to make my stomach churn. It’s pasta, whipped up by Vlad himself. “Something easy,” he said. But this is far from easy. It reminds me of blood and guts. A pile of a dead body.
Feliks slips into the stool next to me in front of the concrete island. I only know it’s him from that whiff of pot and vodka. My eyes haven't moved from the numbers on the stove. Not that it matters what time it is. Or what day it is. There’s no coming back from what I did. What I did for him.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I wasn’t.
All I saw was Dom’s life draining from him. So I drained my father’s instead.
I’m like him. I’m just like Martin Merlo and there’s nothing I can do to change that.
“You gotta eat, Bunny.” Feliks says, his hand on mine. He pulls it towards the fork sitting beside my plate. “It’ll help.” When my hand reaches the fork, he lets go before it drops to the island.
"Come on, Mia," Vlad growls next, but his threat does nothing.
"Eat something," Lev urges.
“She still hasn’t eaten?” Dom’s voice comes from behind me. My jaw tightens.
“Not one bite.” Lev rests his elbows on the island, pleading eyes pointed my way.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Slam!
Something crashes to the ground before Dom’s stupid face appears, blocking the clock. He glares those diamond eyes into me. “Eat.”
And that one word, that one word from him is all it takes for me to stare him right in the eye, and slide the plate off the island.
CRASH!
