AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Play nice and nothing will change.” I pat his shoulder just because I know it’ll irk him. “The money will arrive as promptly as before.”
His nostrils flare. He hates that he’s dependent on me for a living.
“Say your goodbyes,cara,” I say without letting her go. “We have a plane to catch.”
Her family, those who are left, come up one by one to kiss her cheek. They all wear ghastly expressions.
Margaret pauses in front of her daughter. “Is it true?” Her features twist. “Did you sleep with him?”
“Mom.” Sabella wrings her hands together. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Enough,” I say with a grunt.
Margaret winces and moves on.
Colin is next. He appears apologetic. “Sabella, I—”
“I’m fine,” she says, trying to smile, but she doesn’t quite pull it off.
She’s anxious, as she should be. I still feel like offing the motherfucker with the soft hands who dared to try and steal her from me.
“Where’s your phone?” I ask my wife.
“I destroyed it,” she says, wrapping her free arm around her waist.
“Both of them?”
She nods.
My tone is curt. “Where’s your bag?”
“In the cry room.”
“Get it,” I say to a guard.
A moment later, he comes jogging with her suitcase and handbag.
I grip both in my free hand and tug her into motion.
Her family is still bundled together in the back of the church, huddling like sheep when I pull Sabella behind me down the aisle. A guard opens the doors. My driver is waiting. He loads our luggage in the trunk while I shove Sabella into the back of the car and slide in beside her, caging her between her side of the car and my body.
When we pull off and she flattens herself against the door, escaping me even in the confines of the small space, my fury ignites again.
At last, she’s mine, but it’s not the beginning I imagined. Our story doesn’t get a happy ending. In our case, we’re doomed to live unhappily ever after.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Sabella
Angelo is quiet in the car.
Too quiet.
I steal a glance at him. His features are set in hard lines. He’s never looked more like the angel his name implies, but it’s not a kind or gracious angel. He’s darkness and danger personified, both beautiful and cruel.
The suit fits him well. The tailored cut shows off the strong muscles underneath, leaving no doubt about his strength. Next to mine, his body is enormous, his masculinity sucking up all the energy in the space.
Now isn’t the moment to insist on favors, but I must know.
