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She was right about her father marrying her off to someone else.

He will.

Even with Peter out of the fucking picture, Donny will have a replacement from his lineup of suitors ready to fill the spot. He’ll have some government official or some royal bastard from somewhere. Or someone from one of the more powerful crime families with aristocratic ties. That is the power of Donatello Ricci.

Fuck knows how he ended up selecting Peter, but he will pick who he wants, and it won’t be Henry or me.

I’ll be dancing on thin ice if I entertain anything with her. If me and mine were ever in the cards, I would have known about it well before now.

Right now, I know what would fucking happen if Donny found out about us. I can’t let that happen.

“Evie, we can’t go there. Neither of us can. What could happen if your father even finds out about the auction is bigger than the three of us.” Donny would kill me if he knew I bought his daughter in an auction so I could take her virginity, share her with my best friend, and make her a personal fuck toy for a month. There’s no question about how enraged as fuck the man would be. While I don’t fear for my life, there are people who rely on me to try not to fuck things up. “I can’t take that risk. You can’t come back here, and it’s best you don’t have anything to do with us.” I say, and once again, I don’t recognize myself.

I saw the way Peter looked at me at the engagement party. The shit’s about to hit the fan for him, and we’re about to deliver the stinging blow.

I would be a fool not to see him as a threat, and he wouldn’t have to dig that deep to find out how my relationship started with Donny’s daughter.

“You hear me, Evie?”

She nods, but her hands tremble.

One last look at each of us and one more tear, then she turns and walks away.

I watch her go, and I feel something I’ve never felt before.

Weakness.

I feel weak. Weakness is not a word associated with Georgiou Giordano, but I made myself weak just now when I decided I wasn’t going to fight for the woman I want.

I look at Henry and know he feels the same way. Neither one of us can say anything because we’ve said everything there is to say. Knowing the truth might enable us to take the blow a little easier, but that’s all.

Our truth is we both stand to lose everything. That’s our truth and reality.

However, watching Evie walk out of our lives feels like that’s exactly what happened—orwhat’s happening.

Losing her feels like I have already lost everything.

It’s really over, and I never told her that I love her too.

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Georgiou

As the next few days pass, if I’m not thinking about Evie, I’m thinking about Peter.

My mind flits between the two. Evie’s face haunts me in my sleep, though. She still exists in my dreams.

Awake, I remember she no longer belongs to me, and she could be carrying a secret about Peter that could be a danger to her.

She said she believed in her heart Peter set things up to lead Dante into a trap.

If I were an idiot, I’d wonder why a guy Donny had taken under his wing would do such a thing.

Donny treated Peter like a son, and I saw how hard Peter worked when it came to business.

But that was just the thing, he worked like he wanted the business for himself, and at the time, Donny’s heir was Dante, not Evie.

That’s one fucking reason Peter could have arranged to have Dante killed.

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