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“Daniella, it’s me, Karter.”
“Stop calling me. It’s over between us.”
“I don’t fucking care what you say. I’m not leaving New York until you agree to see me.”
I pull the phone away from my ear, frowning at it.
“I’m not going to do this with you. I’m tired of being harassed by you.”
“I’m not fucking harassing you. What I’m doing is trying to get you back. I know you still love me, and I'm here to prove it to you.”
“I’m not playing your games.”
“Fine. I’ll make it simple. If you don’t agree to see me, I’ll—”
I hang up the phone before I can hear his threat. A tear rolls down my cheek.
I’m a mess.
I fall back on my bed, close my eyes, and for a moment I wish myself back to the cabin. I sit up and reach for my laptop, but not before seeing the picture of Giorgio smiling. If I can handle the harshness of the city, I can handle anything.
I’m going to make it happen. I’m going to get my life back, and I’m going to make sure Giorgio pays for what he did.
I return to my search when I get a hit in my inbox. She believes my story, that I’m a scorned lover trying to get back at my ex. We arrange to meet near Don Giorgio’s club.
After closing the browser window, I head to my closet. I’ve mastered many different looks since I started hunting Don Giorgio, and tonight will be no different. I can't let them see me since I know his men will recognize me. Stepping into a new persona is going to be key in throwing them off the trail.
I have to be careful since I won’t have Marcello to save me.
My phone buzzes again just as I shove it into my pocket. I grab my bag and head out of the room while absently answering the call.
“I just told you. It’s over,” I yell.
“Over?” a sexy Italian accent soothes the anxiety brewing.
I pull my phone away from my ear to look at the screen, just to be sure it’s really him. Yes, it’s Marcello. It’s really him. “Um... I wasn’t referring to you.”
“Then who was it?”
“No one. What’s up?”
“I want you to come back. Please. It’s too dangerous for you in the city.”
I feel a fresh rage stir within me once more. I haven’t even gotten over the fact that he doesn’t feel for me like I feel for him. “I’m beginning to think you just want me under the same roof as you for sex.”
“You know that's not the reason. If it makes you feel better, we can keep sleeping in separate rooms.”
I open the door and step to the porch. “Don’t bother.”
I end the call feeling worse than I felt before.
CHAPTERTWELVE
MARCELLO
Sweat glistenson my forearms as finish the last pushup, and I drop to the floor of the cabin. I stretch my arms, feeling jabs of pain through my upper limbs.
It's soothing to have something to distract me from losing Daniella. Between exercising and planning out my next attack strategies, I have a lot to work on.
