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“No!” Priscilla cried at the suggestion. She would prefer dying with our baby instead of surviving without it.
She didn’t need to choose between the two. Both of them were going to survive this. No matter what it took.
Fortunately, the answer to my questions dawned on me. I knew why he didn’t kill her yet. I knew why he ran with her when Dario attacked them.
He is afraid of me.
He needed something he could hold against me. He knew I was coming. He knew I would shoot him the second I saw Priscilla’s corpse. He knew I was capable of catching him.
Michele kept Priscilla alive because he couldn’t risk me attacking him.
I could make this work.
“It won’t matter,” I confirmed his words. I knew he was not going to believe me if I told him I was in love with his sister. Also, it would be another weakness to show him.
I just wanted him to think I was crazy about an heir, that I only cared for the kid and not Priscilla.
My eyes found Priscilla’s to see if there was hurt there. If she believed my words. I couldn’t tell, though. Terror was so strong in her features for me to be able to read her.
I had to do it, though. I would apologize later. I would fix the hurt after we were out of here.
“What are you going to gain by killing my kid, Michele?” I truly didn’t understand. He seemed cocky enough to tell me. He also didn’t know what to do. If he killed Priscilla, he knew I was going to be on him.
An evil smile spread on his face. “No, not me. You killed her. In the end, you couldn’t stand her and killed her. At least, that is what Gabriele and all of New York are going to believe. I want a war. I want to be Capo.”
That was the stupidest fucking plan I have ever heard. “No one will believe that I killed her with my child inside of her.”
Michele’s throat bobbed. He wanted me to praise his plan. He wanted me to be impressed by it, but it was a shitty one. He knew it too. He didn’t consider Priscilla could be pregnant. He was second-guessing himself.
Excellent.
“It is a shitty plan, Michele. Let her go.”
I only hoped that she didn’t believe my previous words. Now her terror was subsided. She still looked shaky, but she was also watching me with curiosity. She knew I had a plan. I hoped she knew every word that came out of my mouth was also part of my plan because, in the end, I was not going to have time to apologize.
I was not going to be able to care for her wounds, but she was going to survive with our child. The rest didn’t matter.
His eyes filled with fire. “Well, it was a great plan if you didn’t blow it!” he shouted at me. His arm that was wrapped around Priscilla loosened a bit, and she wiggled in his hold.
Yes, love. Sprint for the woods so I can kill this asshole.
Unfortunately, he tightened his hold, but his eyes never left mine. “If you killed her for being a snitch, it was going to work out.”
I tried to hold my laughter inside. The attacker was fucking him. It was really New York but just not in the way we thought.
It was a dead plan from the beginning.
I already knew Priscilla was not a rat, but the funny thing was that even if she was, I would still not kill her. I would never kill her.
Yet there was a way for me to help Michele’s plan in another way. A way to leave Priscilla unharmed.
I shook my head almost in a mocking way. “You think a man like me can kill his wife in cold blood, but you are forgetting that I am so fucking calm. I don’t have emotions. She cannot drive me to the edge.”
Sweat gathered in his forehead. He looked nervous.
“What is going to happen when you kill Priscilla?” I asked. “Do you think I am going to let you walk away? I am going to fucking kill you, Michele.”
Dread passed his eyes, and he tried to hide it. “I have a gun,” he said, nudging Priscilla’s head with the barrel. Her breathing hitched, and a sob escaped her.
