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“Pfft. My dad’s obsessed with power. He won’t stop until you’re dead. He’s not interested in me.”
I can sense the pain in her voice. I know what it’s like to be unwanted. It must be a theme for the children of mafia bosses.
“Noted.”
She bends and picks up her shoes, letting them dangle at her side. Without the heels on, she is tiny in comparison to me.
“Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.” I offer her my hand again and she accepts, placing her manicured hand in mine and damn, my cock twitches.
She throws one more glance at Ramos before I lead her out of the basement.
“I can’t believe you just did that to him.”I can feel her shudder through her palm.
“I meant every word. Any man who treats women like that deserves to die. Earlier on, you said you couldn’t survive this again?”
I stop short as she plants her feet into the ground, slipping her hand from mine. I turn to face her and her eyes are shining with tears.
Shit.
“Hey, it’s okay. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t. No more tears today.” I close the distance between us.
She sniffles and smiles at me.I can’t help but smile back at her as I hold my hand back to her.
She grabs it and my heart skips a beat. What the fuck is this?
I lead her through the grand hallway and through to the lounge. My place has the highest security known to man. She isn’t getting out of here. So, it’s not going to make a difference if she’s in the basement or roaming around the house.
“Go take a seat. I’ll make some coffee.” My hand feels naked without the heat of her fingers. A part of me wants to keep dragging her with me. But the shakiness in her steps tells me she needs to relax.
“Got anything stronger?” she calls out after me.
I ignore her. Grayson warned me about her habits. I don’t know what she’s running from. I have every intention of finding out.I need to make up for what Ramos did, and part of me wants to protect her. I owe her.
CHAPTEREIGHT
rosa
As I sip the coffee, my hands shake uncontrollably. What the hell? I just need something stronger, anything, to settle my nerves.
“I need a drink, Luca.”
Luca switches his attention to me from his phone and frowns. The black cabinets and white walls start to swirl. I need some air.
Nausea washes over me as I put the coffee down.I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had anything. Last night? I struck out at my dad’s house.
Shit, I don’t feel well at all.
I stand and stumble forward, catching myself on the coffee table. Swallowing past the excessive saliva now in my mouth, realization hits. God, I’m going to be sick.
I’m too scared to move. Everything is wavy. Am I dying?
“L-Luca? I don’t feel well.”
Before he can reply, my body shudders as my stomach feels like it’s twisting on itself. I bend over and try to hold back the gagging that takes over my throat. I lose to my body and projectile vomit all over his marble floor. That doesn’t lessen the cold sweats washing over me.
“Drink, Luca. I need a drink, or a bump? Please?”
I swallow the bitter taste in my mouth, the tremble in my hands only worsening. Rubbing my hands over my face, I dart towards the sink in the kitchen as another wave comes over me, my head feeling like someone is hammering from within my skull.
