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I’m conflicted with so many different emotions. My father made my mother’s life hell. Now he’s gone. I’m torn. I should feel sad, but my father’s death makes me the heir.
I’m the Italian queen as well as the Irish one.
“I suggest you untie me right now, Dante. I am your queen. I’m not sure what you—”
“Shut up!” He lunges forward and smacks me in the face. “You are nothing. You are going to get knocked up by Ivan and go off to live with the Bratva, like I planned all along.” He smiles. “Then we’ll take that money your husband gave us and use it to annihilate the Irish.”
“That’swhy you were really dating me?” I ask Ivan, hiding my hurt.
Ivan gives a reluctant nod. I want to be angry, but I didn’t love him either.
“Now you know the plan, you little bitch.” Dante stalks toward Ivan, shoving him. “Now, fuck my niece and knock her up so I can finalize the deal with your uncle to wipe those scummy Irish off the planet.”
I gasp. “Ivan can fuck me all he wants, but he can’t get me pregnant. I’m on the pill.”
“Youwereon the pill.” Dante laughs.
I swallow. “How many days have I been down here?”
“Five.”
“What?” No wonder I’m lightheaded and dying of thirst.
“That’s long enough for you to start ovulating,” Dante says, and pushes Ivan. “Now fuck her already. We have to get to my safe house and wait for the pregnancy to take hold.”
I stare at Ivan, something dawning on me. Something Dante overlooked. “Ivan, you’re not the heir if Stasia is dead. Katya, your other cousin, is still very much alive.”
“She’sa bastard,” Uncle Dante hisses.
“You just said they don’t care about things like that.”
Dante lights another cigarette. “They care that her mother was Koslov’s whore, who he passed around.”
“Shut up!” I like Katya. I haven’t seen or spoken to her in a while, but the few times I saw her at the beach club, she was nice. Focused on her ballet and certainly didn’t want to be a crown princess. Just wanted some recognition from her father. She wanted no part of this world, yet here I am, elevating her to next in line. I don’t think Stasia is dead, though. I think she wanted out of her father’s world.
Who can blame her? Look where being a princess got me? Tied to a chair and about to be raped by my ex-boyfriend.
“Alexei assured me he’d make IvanPakhan Heir Apparentwhen he marries you.” Dante stands tall.
“When was this?” I glance at Ivan, who lowers his head.
“I thought if you liked me, you’d go willingly. I didn’t want a forced bride.”
My head is spinning. What was supposed to be a secret relationship with acomradefar from the Russian throne so that I wouldn’t be pawned off was an orchestrated plan behind my back.
“So, what happened?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“My stupid brother-in-law sold you to the Irish instead,” Dante snarls. “That blunder will be his legacy. I’m sure those in power under me will see his murder was worth it.” He takes a knife from his back pocket and stomps toward me, pushing Ivan out of the way.
It’s like I can feel my throat being slit. Without me, he’s the heir, since my father didn’t have any brothers, and Italians respect an underboss’s ascension in those rare cases. No one will question him.
So whydoesn’the just kill me?
“Do it,” I say, when he holds the knife in front of my face.
He lays the blade on the side of my cheek.
“You remind me of my sister. I always wanted to fuck her, but she fought me off.”
