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He doubles over, clutching onto his groin, letting out a guttural scream.

“You fucking bitch,” he growls. I sprint past him, my lungs on fire when I reach for my escape.

“I don’t think so.” He snakes his hand out and grabs me.

I battle in his arms, trying to free myself.

“Get the fuck off me!” I scream as loud as I can.

He clamps his hand over my mouth and nose, muffling my cries for help.

“If you don’t calm down, I’ll have your sister and your little boyfriend out there killed with one phone call. I suggest you behave.” Venom drips from his tone.

Just like it did that night.

I squeeze my eyes shut. He licks along the side of my face, tightening his hand over my mouth. “So delicious, Rosa. You taste better than your sister.”

I feel sick to my stomach. He releases me and I gasp for air. He laughs at me while straightening his tux.

“I-I’m not marrying you,” I splutter.

“You are.” He leans forward, his breath hitting against my neck. “Because if you don’t, your boyfriend will die. Is that what you want? Two deaths on your conscience? I know you can’t handle that. Poor little broken Rosa.”

I swallow the bile in my throat.

“You can’t kill Luca.”

“You know now that I am a Capri. You know the resources I have available. My family is in that room, and an army is waiting outside. Trust me, we can kill Luca.”

“You try to run, you utter a word to anyone out there, you will stand there and watch Luca die. It’s over, Rosa. I don’t know what you thought you were doing with him, but there is no going back now.” He steps towards me and tips my chin up, a darkness covering his eyes. “You are mine.”

“No. I’ll never be yours.” My bottom lip quivers.

“You know he’s back with Maria? They’re coming here together. He doesn’t give a fuck about you. No one does.”

He abruptly releases his hold on me and my back crashes into the stone wall behind me.

He snatches up my bouquet from the little wooden table and shoves it into my hands.

“Well, what’s your choice? Marry me and let Luca and Eva live? Or run, and they both die.” He crosses his arms across his chest.

There isn’t a choice. I lower my head to the ground. “Okay.”

“There’s my little obedient slave.” He leans down, his eyes locked on my lips. I turn my head so he kisses my cheek. He grabs my face and tugs me to face him. His lips crash over mine with the sour taste of whiskey. His rough hands hold my cheeks.

I push at his chest, and he laughs at me.

“You better get used to it. I’ll be claiming every hole of yours tonight. Both sisters on the same day. How perfect is that?” He blows me a kiss and backs away, locking the door behind him.

CHAPTERSEVENTY

luca

We pull up outside the quaint church; the parking lot is filled with guests. I tug on the neck of my collar with nervous energy. My Rosa is in there.

“Are we all set?” I ask Frankie.

We’ve planned for two outcomes, the latter ending in a bloodbath. We are, however, trying to avoid that option. I won’t risk Rosa. He tugs at his sleeve, and I catch the briefest glimpse of the handle of his pistol poking under his arm.

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