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His hand tightens around mine. I barely feel it, too stunned by the dead man and the blood pooling from his head.
“If you do something like this again, Romano. I swear I’ll end you,” Christian promises.
“Well, well. I guess you’re not Little D’Angelo anymore.”
“I never fucking was.”
He guides me out of the warehouse and it isn’t until we’re outside that my feet stumble. Christian immediately sweeps me into his arms.
“Afraid of me now?” he asks softly.
I bury my face in his neck, inhaling once, twice. “Never,” I whisper.
My words are a promise, a vow. One I intend to keep.
CHAPTER28
Christian
Ihaven’t left Daniella’s side in twenty-four hours. She’s sleeping now. After we left the warehouse, I brought her home. I wanted to take her to the hospital and make sure she was okay, but she fought that idea. So I placed on ointment on her lip instead.
I still can’t look at her busted lip without fury lashing through my chest. I can’t fucking look at her without feeling ashamed. That never should have happened to her. I should have protected her.
“Christian,” she says softly, shifting on the bed. I move closer and her eyes open. “I can practically hear your thoughts.”
My eyebrow furrows.
“This is all my fault, blah, blah, I should have protected Daniella,” she says, doing a terrible impression of me. “She’s my fiancée, my responsibility and I should have been there, blah, blah.”
My eyes narrow into a glare as she sits up, her own eyes gleaming mischievously, “You’re awake.”
“I’ve been awake for a while now. I just didn’t want to open my eyes.”
My mind whirls as I try to think of the right thing to say. “Baby…”
She stops me with a shake of her head. “No. I’m not talking about it with you. That’s what my therapist is for.”
I smile. “Do you really want to tell Dr. Wells you were kidnapped by the mafia?”
She shrugs. “It probably won’t be the worst thing he has heard in that office. You should come with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m worried about you blaming yourself and I know nothing I say will ease your guilt. Maybe if you talked it out with him, it would help.”
“That’s sweet,tesoro. But I’ll pass.”
My guilt is nothing in the face of my relief that she’s here in my arms right now. Daniella doesn’t push the therapy issue, choosing to settle her head on my shoulder.
“Do you want to hear about the painting?” she asks softly.
My eyes widen. I don’t even need to ask her what painting she’s talking about.
“Of course I do.”
I can’t see her face and I realize now that it was intentional on her part. She doesn’t want me to see, but I always want to see all of her. So I shift away and cup her cheek.
“It’s me, Daniella. You can tell me anything. You watched me kill a man for you yesterday. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
