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He caresses the side of my waist, an acknowledgment of my silent plea, but doesn’t look at me.
“Sorry, I’m Sicilian. I don’t let nobody touch my doll,” Vincent tells him, and Dmitri backs away, thrown by his remark and the glare he gives him.
I’m so shaken I can’t even process that he called me his doll.
“Oh, of course. Apologies, I should have known that.”
“Accepted. Why don’t you go make yourselves comfortable, and I’ll join you when I can.”
“Indeed. We’ll see you later,” Dmitri says.
He glances at me before he goes, and I swear I see some element of recognition dawn in his eyes. Yuri whispers something to him, and they continue on through the archway.
“Bellezza,” Vincent says catching my attention.
When I look at him, he releases me and narrows his eyes while he looks me over.
“Baby, what’s the matter? You’re completely pale. And shaking.”
I look down at my hand and see that I am indeed shaking. I bring my hands together to try and stop them, but that barely works.
There’s so much spinning around in my head, but the one thing that pushes itself to the forefront of my mind is he mustn’t know what happened to me. No one must know, and especially not him. He wouldn’t want me.
Something registers in his eyes, and he glances to the archway Dmitri and Yuri went through. He stares for a second then looks back to me.
“Ava, do you know those guys?” He narrows his eyes.
“Vincent… can we just go home?” I ask, completely avoiding the question. “Please, can we go home?” It’s the first time I’ve ever referred to his house as home.
If I stay here, I don’t know what will happen.
“Of course, baby, come… let’s go.”
When he slips his arm around me again, I allow myself to feel the safety of him.
Just his touch. His arm around me holding me away from the nightmare.
It’s a nightmare spilled over into reality.
* * *
He kept his eye on me all the way home, glancing between me and the open road. No questions asked.
He looks like he’s piecing together things in his mind. I just don’t know what. Vincent is not the kind of man to accept nothing as an answer. I’m amazed that he hasn’t asked me more.
We get inside, and he takes me right up to his room, where he sits me down.
The look of him suggests it’s time for questions, and I don’t know what I’m going to say.
I don’t want to talk about it ever. I don’t want to think about it ever. I have to tell him something though.
I didn’t exactly act like nothing happened. I asked if I could go home.
He sits me down on the bed and crouches down in front of me, taking both my hands into his.
“Ava, do you know those men? You look like you know them,” he says. I stare into his deep brown eyes wishing I could truly get lost in his stare.
Like I could jump in and hide there forever.
