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“Yes.” I licked my lips.
“Good, now wear something baggy and ugly, don’t put any makeup on, dark sunglasses, and I’m gonna need you to slouch.”
“O-okay…”
He sighed and looked down. “This is a bad idea.”
“It’s Home Depot. You’ll be fine.” Nixon beamed. “Andrei, a word?”
They left us both staring at each other.
I broke eye contact first. “I’ll get ready fast.”
“You have five minutes,” he barked before leaving my room. I bet he wished he had a door to slam.
And for some reason, that made me smile.
Maybe the bad guy sleeping on my floor wasn’t really bad—after all, he’d just let me fight him so I could feel better.
And for the first time in weeks.
When I looked in the mirror to get ready. I had a slight smile.
CHAPTER TEN
“It would be a kindness.” —Sergio Abandonato
Santino
“Fucking Home Depot? Are you kidding me?”
“You need supplies.” Andrei shrugged. “What better way to get supplies than with an innocent girl you’re sworn by blood to protect? Besides,” he just had to add, “you look less suspicious that way.”
A hand came down on my shoulder and squeezed to a painful degree.
With a grunt, I shoved his hand away and glared. “It won’t work.”
Andrei frowned. “Why not?”
“Because.” I looked away, suddenly weirdly embarrassed, which was the exact opposite of my personality.
“Because? You have other shit to do?”
Yes. No. I hated him.
The end.
I stared across the living room at the grandfather clock. I waited, took deep breaths, and told myself this was all worth it, that everything would be back to normal soon, and I wouldn’t be thinking about the girl I had to guard every second of every day, ready to strangle and kiss her and knowing that no matter what I wanted to do, death was the only future I had if I went through with it.
Did Andrei know?
Did he really know that going back to Sicily meant death if I didn’t do exactly what I was told?
And did he also know that being tempted made me think death would be worth it? Even if I meant I could escape from them? Even if it meant that he was the one that pulled the trigger?
I cleared my throat again and rasped, “She’s too pretty; she’ll stick out.”
“Of course she is.” He scoffed. “She’s my sister.”
