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He blows out a breath before looking away. It’ll take a while before he forgives me but he will, eventually. I’m about to open my mouth to speak to my uncle when the door is slammed open. Dimitri walks in, his dark eyes filled with rage. They narrow onto me.
“There she is, the betraying bitch,” he spits.
I watch as he stumbles forward, visibly drunk and my face scrunches up in disgust.
“I hear you fucked Legan and got knocked up. How does it feel to be a whore carrying a man’s bastard?”
Rico steps forward at the same time Katerina does, but I get there first. I raise my hand and it goes flying across his face.
“Shut the fuck up, Dimitri. You have no right to speak to me like that.”
He lets out a growl before launching at me but Rico pushes him back before throwing a punch of his own.
“How about you get out and sober the fuck up?” my cousin asks.
Dimitri lets out a hiccup, stumbling on his feet. “I can’t believe I wanted to marry that bitch. I can’t believe I liked that bitch,” he says pointing a finger in my direction.
“Get him out of here,” Rico orders one of the capos outside the door.
He’s dragged out and I let out a soft breath. When I look at my father, his lip is curled in distaste.
“What an embarrassment,” he mutters, massaging his forehead. Then he’s calling Katerina forward. “Come here, Katerina. Since you’re so intent on leading our family on this quest of yours. You’ll be in charge of the negotiations at this meeting.”
“Of course, Papa. Thank you,” she says.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he says on a snarl. “I only want one thing. Anthony Legan. He’s going to take responsibility for her.”
My heartrate speeds up as I look at my father. “What does that mean?”
He looks up at me, his expression fixed.
“He will marry you,” my father proclaims, knocking the breath from my lungs. “As soon as possible.”
“What?” I whisper.
CHAPTER23
Tony
I’m lying face down on my bed when I hear the door open.
“Go away, Elena,” I say without raising my head.
There’s a pause, then, “How did you know it was me?”
I turn around to look at my sister.
“Because Rome hasn’t said a word to me in two days and I just know you’ve been itching to come and talk to me.”
My sister smiles before moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“I wasn’t sure what to say,” she says softly. “Not sure how to navigate this whole thing.”
“You and me both,” I grumble.
I sit up, leaning against the headboard and staring at the wall.
“How’s the bruise?” Elena asks, pointing at my cheek.
