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"I had my boxers on."
“I saw her bob her head."
"Larissa’s a good actress."
"Larissa!" I spit out. "That woman again? You let her touch you? You let her put her hands on you again?"
He frowns, "She doesn’t mean anything to me."
"You wrapped her hair around your fingers and pretended you enjoyed what she was doing to you."
"I did what I thought was right."
"Well, this is me doing what I think is right, too." I try to knee him in the groin but he swerves. My knee brushes against his hard thigh instead and I stumble. His grip tightens. He pulls me toward him so I fall against his chest.
"Listen to me, Beauty," he growls.
"Don’t call me that you…you asshole."
"Beauty," his voice lowers to a hush, "just give me a chance to explain."
"No."
"I had a reason for what I did."
"Nothing you say can justify what you did to me."
"I did it to save your life."
"Ha!" I scoff, "That’s how men justify getting away with dipping their dicks in other vaginas."
"The only vagina I want to dip my dick in is yours."
"I don’t believe you."
"How can I make you believe it?"
"You can’t."
"I can, and I will." He hauls me to him and my breasts flatten against his chest. "I sent you away because I needed the word to spread that we had separated."
"Uh-huh, sure." I turn my head so I don’t have to gaze into his eyes. If I do, I’ll be lost. Asshole will use his charm, his ability to influence me to get me to do what he wants.
"Don’t you see? After what happened, after almost losing you... And our child. After losing my brother, I couldn’t…risk anything else happening to you."
My pulse rate ratchets up and my ribcage tightens. I try to draw in a breath and my throat burns. My head spins and flickers of black dot the edges of my vision. To think, I went through the car blast and the surgery without it coming to light, only for my heart to act up now. Of course, no-one in Italy had access to my medical records, and unless I had revealed it, the doctors would not have had any way to know. Still... This is so not the time for my ailment to make itself known. Sweat beads my forehead and a black hole opens up where my heart should be.
"What’s wrong?" He scowls down at me, "What’s happening, Beauty?"
I shake my head, try to regulate my breathing. In-out-in, I will my heartbeat to slow down, for my pulse to stop hammering in my wrists.
"Karma?" He cups my face and turns me to face him, "Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?"
"Y…yes," I cough.
His features pale. "Cazzo, you’re definitely not okay."
I sway and he makes an angry noise at the back of his throat. He scoops me up in his arms and I slap my hand against his shoulder.
