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“Here,” Alessio answered, then watched me head toward the weapons department.
I didn’t care if I’d have to face Fausto alone. He would die tonight.
CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
Iwoke up with a start but beyond exhausted, my eyelids heavy, my mind groggy, and my stomach growling.
But amazingly, I knew exactly where I was. Even the sheets still smelled the same. I inhaled deeply. And detected a faint hint of Gabe’s scent on the sheets, that intoxicating mix of cedar, spice, and salt water.
I sighed. My entire body felt sore as if I’d been fighting an invisible war during this short nap.
Or maybe it was the aftereffect of waging a war of will against Gabe.
Who did he think he was to just take me again and decide on my fate?
“I will do whatever it takes to show you that I’m worthy of your love.”
Hope mingled with insecurity inside me before reality came crashing in. He’d taken me back because of our unborn child, not because he really wanted me or loved me.
But be that as it may, I was back—for now.
I was back at Castello dei Pietra, Italy.
Did I fall asleep in the car?
Did Gabe carry me up here?
And where was he?
I opened my eyes, which was a harder task than it should’ve been.
If even opening your eyes became an effort, something was seriously wrong.
My stomach rumbled. Not surprising since I hadn’t had anything to eat all day, and I didn’t dare to drink something on the plane because throwing up in front of Gabe would’ve seriously messed with the aloof attitude I used as armor to keep him at arm’s length.
I sat up slowly, looked around, and my eyes fell on a note left on the nightstand along with a bottle of water.
Call 3 on the house phone if you wake up. Or go explore. The house is yours now.
The house is yours now.
I scoffed under my breath. As if.
I sighed. If Gabe really loved me and wanted me with him, he would’ve asked instead of dragging me back.
Which he didn’t.
But what did I expect? Did I really think he would leave me be?
I was carrying his child, his heir. And pride and family traditions were probably even more important for Italians than they were for us Irish.
Well, there went my hopes and dreams of building a life of my own or ever finding freedom or true love. And living my very own happily-ever-after.
Now I was a captive for the rest of my life because of a simple mistake.
Fuck me, I went from golden cage to golden cage—with not even three—albeit miserable—months in between.
I took a sip of the water and waited, but nothing happened. Apparently, my nausea had decided to take a vacation for now.
