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He’s been a thorn in my side for far too long; meddling with Irish business for far too long. Hell, he killed my goddamn father. But revenge is sweet and slow. I’ve been patient. I want him gone and his only daughter could be the key to getting me exactly what I want. Especially now that he intends to marry her off to get in good with Thomas Industries.
A deal I intend on making mine.
Billions are on the table. I just have to reach out and take them. And once I do, I will happily watch Marco lose his empire—right before I plant a bullet between his eyes.
But things are complicated. The more I watch Antonella, the more I realize she’s not just a pawn in all this. I’m not sure what’s come over me. It’s been tough watching her deal with all this bullshit. It’s the first time in my life I’ve given a shit for anyone but myself. I guess it’s just because she beautiful.
She's breaking downas if her life is about to end. It seems impossible that her light could be extinguished so easily. It makes me wonder what kind of power her father really has over her.
That’s how my own demise set in; I don’t want anything bad to happen to her. I feel the urge to keep her safe, and it makes no sense to me—thisattachmentI’ve developed.
I want to say the only reason I’m watching her is because I plan on kidnapping her. A plan that’s been set; I know where and when the kidnapping should take place. But I keep stalling, telling myself I should get to know her more first. That it’s the right thing to do.
But none of this is right. None of this makes sense.
My mind has been completely captured by her, it'spure lust, and there is no other way for me to proceed. Two birds with one stone;I have to see this through.
And everything will cometo an end tonight.
According to her text messages, it's her last hurrah: one last night of freedom before she walks down the aisle tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll stop by and make sure that she gets home alright.
Maybe I’ll just stop by.
CHAPTERTHREE
Itry to let the music pep me up, but all I feel is sadness.
I never expected to miss my old life so much, but the more I think about marrying Ben, the more I realize nothingwill never be the same.
“Come on, Nella!” My best and only friend, Etta, wraps her arm around my shoulders and slams down a shot glass in front of me.
Her short coppery hair is spiked out at the ends, making her look more fairylike than usual. Glitter is caked around her eyes, catching the flashing lights every so often.
“This is your last night of freedom,” she yells at me. “We need to go all out!”
I try to smile at her, wanting to wrap myself up in her excitement.
Etta’s been trying to make me feel better for weeks. Shealwaystries to make me feel better, even when she has no idea why I’ve been moping around. She’s the only friend that has stuck around after college. It seemed right to let her in on who I was—who my family was.
She’s never judged me and is always there for me. Even through the worst times, like tonight. While I normally love the idea of partying with her, I am way too depressed to be feeling any sort of merriment. Regardless, I pick up the shot and throw it back. Maybe if I drown myself in tequila, I’ll stop feeling… well, everything.
That would be great.
Etta and I downshot after shot. Each one makes my head feel dizzier and dizzier. The club's lights flash in technicolor spirals that make me sick to my stomach. I put my hand over my belly and grimace.
All around us, people crowd the bar, shouting for drinks. Their hands are outstretched with wads of cash. It made me snort to myself, glad that we’d gotten here before the new twenty-one-year-olds.
“I can’t believe you’re marrying him!” Etta shouts at me over the music and shakes her head.
“Don’t remind me!” I shout back, as if it hadn’t already crossed my mind a thousand times since getting up this morning.
“Did he really try and pretend like he didn’t do coke on your first date?”
“Yes!” I screamed, still outraged by the fact that this grown man couldn’t even let me order my own meal. “He told me I’m fat!”
“Asshole!”
