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Today was not the ideal day to grow a backbone.
He watches me, eyes narrowing. “Stop.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a folded blade. He flips it open with one hand and reaches for me. Is he…is he going to kill me?
“Spread your legs.”
An actual whimper leaves my lips, making him scowl.
“Dolcezza, I need you to spread your legs, so I don’t cut you. Understand?”
I still don’t know if I can trust him, but something in his gaze has me widening my stance as much as I can in the dress. He lowers to his knees, holding the dress by the hem.
“Hold still.”
I do as he says as he cuts upward. The blade slides across the fabric easily, though rhinestones pop off, scattering across the floor. There’s immediate relief as the knife moves higher. I expect him to stop at my knees, but he doesn’t stop until he’s mid-thigh.
“I can’t walk out like this,” I hiss, embarrassed at the amount of my curvy thighs on display.
“Don’t worry. No one will see you.”
“Because they’re all dead?”
His lips lift, showing off his white teeth. “Would you like that, wife?”
I swear his voice lowers as he says the last word, and my nipples harden in response.
Why do I enjoy hearing him call me that? I don’t know him. Heck, he’s basically kidnapping me at my wedding!
I say, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Guess you’ll find out soon enough.” He stands, shrugging out of his black suit jacket before tossing it at me. “Put this on.”
I slip it on, smelling his cologne with each inhale. Something about it seems familiar, but I can’t place the scent.
“I guess I’m ready.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
He leads the way, not waiting to see if I follow. I wait a beat before trailing after him. It’s much easier to walk now, but I also feel super bare even with the jacket. It’s only a tad bit longer than the dress that he just cut. If I were to bend over, I would be exposed. I shoot a glance his way. Is that why he cut my dress so short?
When we’re almost at the front door, something inside of me makes me act without thinking. I shove past Alessandro, rushing outside. The fall air greets me, making me shiver. Three men stand next to a black SUV and look surprised as hell as I run past them. Alessandro yells something in Italian and I hear footsteps chasing after me.
My white flats slap against the pavement. Thank god I stood up to Gia and told her there was no way I was wearing heels today. Ahead, I spot a cab with the driver leaning against his car. Hope pushes me to run as fast as I can.
“Hey,” I yell. “Hey! Get me out of here.”
His eyes widen. Maybe it’s because four men chase me. Maybe it’s because I’m clearly dressed for a wedding and running out of a church. Either way, he nods, opening the back door before rounding the car.
Oh my god. This might actually work.
I dive into the back seat as something grabs my ankle. No! I kick, trying to get free, but it’s too late. A sob works its way past my lips as I’m pulled from the cab. Alessandro pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist, holding me in place.
“My bride is having some cold feet.” He hands the driver a wad of cash. “For your troubles.”
“Thanks,” the driver says, eyeing the cash. He doesn’t meet my gaze again.
Alessandro’s hand digs into my hip and his breath fans against my ear. “Are you going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
