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He smirks. “We’ll see.”
Alex drags me toward the jet and I struggle against him. But it’s no use. His strength is a steel vice around my wrist, unyielding, and I realize with a sickening twist in my gut that I can’t fight him.
As the doors of the jet close behind us with a thud, I feel my hope disappearing. Remy won’t bother to look for me after our fight. It’ll probably suit him not having to deal with me whining about love and kids.
“Sit,” Alex commands.
I comply, shooting him a hateful glare as I sink into the plush leather seat. The aircraft lurches forward, gathering speed; before I know it, we lift away from the ground.
As the landscape below morphs into a blurry tapestry of greens and blues, the cabin falls into an uncomfortable silence. It’s deafening, punctuated by the engine’s hum and the occasional turbulence that makes me grip the armrests like my life depends on it.
“Look, Ella,” Alex breaks the silence. “I can see you’re scared, and I’m sorry I was an ass before.” He shrugs. “The pressure gets to me sometimes.”
He wasn’t just an ass. He was a sadistic monster, and I don’t believe a word he’s saying now.”
I arch a brow. “Why the niceties now?”
“You should be thankful that I saved you from that monster, Remy.” He grimaces. “Am I right that you were fucking him?”
I heat at the question. “It’s none of your business.”
He shakes his head. “Whatever.” He pulls an envelope out and passes it to me.
“What’s this?”
“Evidence,” he states.
“Evidence of what?”
He nods at the envelope. “Take a look.”
I don’t trust him, but I pull up the flap and pull out some old photos. My stomach dips when I instantly recognize the two men in the photo.
Dad and Remy.
“What is this?”
“Your father was his employee. The man who ordered the hit on him was Remy Morrone.”
Numbness snakes through my veins like liquid ice. I shake my head, knowing it can’t be true. “You’re lying.” I can’t believe Mom would marry the man involved in my dad’s murder. Although if what he’s saying is true, she may not have known.
“I wish I were,” Alex says. “But it’s true. The man you have been fucking is indirectly responsible for your dad’s death.”
The information hits me like a ton of bricks. I don’t want to believe it. Tears sting my eyes as I try to stop them from falling.
He tilts his head. “I’m not a bad man, Ella. I’m trying to help my Bratva.” Alex reaches for me, but I shrug him away.His words before ringing in my ears. I don’t believe a word he’s saying.
Once you’ve played your part, served as the bait, and married me to give me the claim to power, you’ll make a nice little fuck toy for the Bratva
“How do you know my dad worked for Remy besides finding these photos?”
Dad traveled a lot and met with his employer’s clients. Remy could have been a client he visited.
He’s trying to get into my head and while a part of me fears he might be telling the truth, the other part reasons that I need to keep a level head.
He leans forward, his hands clasped in front of him. “I have my ways.” He takes a breath. “You can do whatever you want with the information, but I thought it was important for you to know.”
I try to return the photos to him, but he shakes his head. “Keep them.”
