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“To partnership,” I said, gritting the words out through clenched teeth. The clink of his glass against mine felt like the final nail in the coffin of my future, and so I downed the glass and asked for another.

* * *

Dominic ignored me for the remainder of the limo ride. He ignored me as we walked into our reception. He ignored me through dinner. Well, in fairness, he may not have been ignoring me through our reception. Every time either of us took a sip of a drink or a bite of food, someone came over to congratulate us and introduce themselves.

Blanchi men kissed my cheeks, and their wives and daughters commented on my beauty. Petrov men congratulated Dominic on having a beautiful bride, and the women flirted and batted their eyes. The spectacle made me nauseous.

“What time is it?” I asked Dominic over the rim of my water glass. My face hurt from maintaining my smile all night, and my head ached in pain. All I wanted was to take this horrid dress off and go to bed.

“Eager to go upstairs so soon?” Dominic asked. His tone was lewd and suggestive, and it made my stomach turn. I hadn’t thought much about what came after the reception.

“Not exactly,” I told him.

Throughout the night, I snuck peeks at my new husband. Even in the crappy blue up lighting my mother insisted on having for the reception; he stood out. Dominic wasn’t just handsome; he was drop-dead gorgeous. But that didn’t mean that I wanted to sleep with him.

“How much longer?” I groaned as another cousin came to introduce themselves.

“Go away,” Dominic barked to the interloper, and I jumped at the tone. My handsome new husband barked orders all night, and his behavior put me on even more edge as I thought about how he would treat me.

My father was Pakhan, but he always treated people with respect.

Dominic always seemed to be yelling.

“You don’t need to speak like that to people,” I told him as the pounding in my head intensified.

“I’ll speak to anyone whichever way I choose,” Dominic said to me, his tone hard.

“I’m just saying that you might get more with honey rather than vinegar,” I told him, trying a new approach. Growing up as the only daughter of a mob boss, I learned at a young age how to deal with difficult men. I watched my mother bit her tongue her entire marriage, and she often told me that that was the way to deal with a powerful man, let him have his way, but I was not my mother, and holding my tongue was not my strong suit.

Dominic stared at me for a moment. The pressure of his crystal blue eyes made me squirm in my seat.

“You have a lot to learn,” he said before returning his stare back to the middle of the dance floor and returning to ignoring me.

Chewing on bread, I went back to contemplating the next moments of my life. “I’m not sleeping with you,” I blurted out as the thought fluttered across my brain.

Dominic’s head snapped towards me so fast; I was sure he strained his neck from the movement. “What?” he questioned.

My cheeks heated with embarrassment as the words replayed in my mind.

“Do you seriously want to discuss this right now?” Dominic asked, a smug smile on his face. His surprise had only lasted a moment. The look on his face made me frown.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible. “Unless you plan on raping me.”

Dominic snapped. He shot up from the table, knocking his chair backward, and grabbed me by my upper arm. The people around us stopped to look, but no one did anything as Dominic hauled me to my feet and out of the ballroom.

Tripping over my dress, I did my best to follow him as he dragged me along. Heart thumping loudly in my chest, I looked at my mother, desperate for her help. We locked eyes for a moment before she looked away and resumed her conversation with my father. No one came to help—I was truly on my own.

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