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My own protection? He’s got nerve…
“What am I supposed to think? You guys are mafia, and you kill people. You make them disappear, you cover things up, you own everyone. I know how it works.”
“We don’t kill people like you, Katiya. I already told you once, I’m not going to hurt you, for fucks sake. Although, you need to stop prodding. You have my word no harm will come to you.”
I feel tears brimming in my eyes, but I won’t show him that. I turn my face away and look out of the window.
I’m unwanted everywhere I go.
I can feel the car slowing after he turns off the highway. He rolls down a street with literally no houses, just a vast amount of land.
Then, the strangest thing comes into view as I turn my head and look out the front windshield.
A castle.
It stands proudly in the distance. A freaking castle! I turn and look at him and he grins for the first time since I met him.
7
MARCO
TEN MINUTES EARLIER
I don’t knowwhy I let Angelo talk me into this.
It was not a good idea.
For one, it’s my home, and secondly…I don’t like her being here.
She’s dangerous in every sense of the word because she’s a Petrov.
Having her in our custody is risky. Every moment she’s on Medici soil is a ticking time bomb.
For a fraction of a second, I saw some resolve in her at the kitchen table, but then I realized she was just being polite to my mom.
I didn’t, however, expect her to be this brave and wander the halls of Fortress and then be found having breakfast with my family. This woman has some balls.
I’ve never honestly met anyone quite so brave and vastly naive at the same time.
How well we make it through the next few hours is anyone’s guess.
I do not notice how she wears sweats a little too well and how pretty her skin is, even if she does look pallid and extremely pale from her ordeal. Her hair hangs in loose, long waves, and it’s still damp from her shower.
I can smell the vanilla-scented body wash on her skin.Fuck.
It leads me back to thoughts about what I did to myself last night while picturing her face.
In the light of day, it feels morally wrong. Not only is she now under my care, but she’s young. If those photos are anything to go by, she also has a boyfriend.
Even though I do want to gut him.
A few days of Ma’s food will have her fixed up in no time. Psychologically speaking, I’m not so convinced, but that’s not my problem.
Angelo said forty-eight hours max.
I can surely put up with her for forty-eight stinking hours, though I should text my butler Maurice and tell him to make sure all the good China is put away.
I snort at the thought as she turns to look at me.
