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“Yes.”
Her eyes narrow, confusion and anger pulling her beautiful face into a scowl. “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Because I need you.”
“No.” Shaking her head, she glares at me. “You don’t get to do that. Not now. Not after I begged you to talk to me. Not after those things you said. Two days I’ve waited for you to tell me that you didn’t mean it. For two days, it felt like my heart was being torn apart. Two days, Lorenzo! You could have asked me to stay at any point. Could have told me you needed me. But instead, you ignored me and left me alone whenI needed you.”
A thick knot of regret threatens to choke me, but I manage to swallow it down. “I needed time. To process.”
“Bullshit!” she bellows, angrier than I’ve ever seen her. “You needed time to wallow in your own misery. Well, I am done watching you shred yourself to pieces with guilt. Done waiting for you to wake up and realize that loving somebody else doesn’t mean you loved her any less.” She swats away the tears dripping down her cheeks. “I’m just done.”
The pain in my chest nearly brings me to my knees at her feet. “Mia, please?” She can’t be done. “I can’t let you walk out of here.”
She shakes her head. “You can. You don’t have a choice. The time to ask me to stay was two nights ago, Lorenzo. You’re too late.”
I open my mouth to argue, but she cuts me off.
“Goodbye, Lorenzo.”
This time I don’t stop her.
ChapterFifty-Five
LORENZO
Where the hell is she, and how the fuck could I just let her walk out of here like that? Did I learn nothing from what happened the last time I let her leave? But I thought she’d take a few hours to cool off and be back behind the safety of these walls before nightfall.
I thought I had time to win her back.
Placing my hand on the wall, I gulp air, but I can’t get enough oxygen inside my lungs to stop the burning fire in them. There’s a gaping hole in my chest where my heart should be. She put it back together piece by piece without me even noticing, and now she’s taken it with her.
I slam my fist against the wall. Where the fuck else does she have to go? I know who will know. Leaving the library, I stalk around the house until I find Kat in the den watching TV.
Dante walks into the room behind me carrying two glasses of wine. He stares at me, eyes narrowed in concern when he sees the murderous look on my face.
I ignore him and focus on my sister-in-law. “Where’s Mia?”
She doesn’t look at me. “I’m not telling you.”
I scrub a hand through my hair and glare at her. “Where the fuck is she, Kat?”
“Somewhere she doesn’t want you to know about,” she says with a casual shrug, not taking her eyes off the TV.
My hands clench into fists, but I bite back the angry retort on the tip of my tongue. I need to rip someone’s head off. Now.
Shooting me a warning glare, Dante sits beside her on the sofa and places the glasses of wine on the table. She lets out a frustrated sigh when he turns the TV off.
“Kat.” Cupping her chin in his hand, he forces her to look at him.
“She doesn’t want to see him, Dante,” she insists.
He frowns. “You really think that’s true, kitten?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Kat?” His voice drops an octave.
She glances at me. “Why can’t you just leave her be? Let her have a little space before you break her heart again?” she snaps, and the reminder of how much I’ve hurt her cousin pierces me like a surgeon’s blade.
