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“You’re engaged?”
“Not by choice.”
“I don’t get it,” he says. “You have a choice. You could have said no.”
“It’s not that easy. Not in my world.” It’s like a light switch has flipped inside of him. Everything becomes so clear to him now that I’ve said those words.
“You’re mafia.”
“I didn’t ask to be.”
“But you are.”
“Yes. My father is the Boss of the Catoli family.” His face changes. Something registers inside him. The name. He knows the name, and why wouldn’t he? They both deal in illegal shit. They probably run in the same circles, although my father never liked the clubs. He made that very clear when I was younger. “I understand if you want me to leave.”
“I never said that,” Tarek responds quickly.
“You don’t want me to leave?”
“No, I don’t.”
“But what about my father?”
“Is that who you’re runnin’ from?” I nod my head slowly as he blows out a breath.
“Not just him. My fiancé too.”
“Who did they kill?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I’m dangerous,” he responds, and my heart leaps. If it's even there, he hasn’t shown me that side of him. Tarek’s been nothing but caring toward me.
“I can’t.” He nods his head before looking around the room. He seems a little uneasy, and I can only imagine why.
“For now. I’ll accept that, for now,” he finally says. I nod my head, grateful he isn’t pushing me on this. I don’t know how he will respond if he knows. What if he knew him? What if he was good with him? I can’t risk it.
“I’m gonna go talk to my Prez for a minute. Finish your drink, and we’ll get ready for bed,” he says. I nod my head once more and watch as he walks away. He strolls up to another man, and they quickly start a conversation. The man’s eyes shift to me and then back to Tarek. I imagine he’s telling him who I am. A cold chill works its way down my spine as I think about it.
“You’re new here.”
“You’ve seen me before,” I tell the redhead. The same one Tarek was fucking while I was in the room.
“I know. He finally set you free?” she asks, a smile on her face.
“Something like that.”
“Tarek’s never kept a little pet around,” she states, eyeing me up and down.
“I’m not his pet.”
“Sure looks that way. He did keep you chained to the bed for weeks.”
“What the hell is it you want?” I snap at her a little louder than I need to. A few other girls look my way, but they don’t say anything before going back to what they’re doing.
