Page 35 of These Deadly Vows

“I’m not worried about a gang of bikers. I can talk to Carmichael and Dante. You know either of them would do anything for you. Hell, one of them would have married you if your father would have permitted it.”

“I don’t know about all that.”

“I do. I know for a fact Carmichael thinks you’re the shit.”

“The shit or just shit,” I tease, to lighten the mood. “Tell me about Italy. Were there any men?”

“A few, mostly cousins. So no to answer your question. I wasn’t swept off my feet by some hot broody Italian who wanted to spoil me.”

“No Massimo then?” I bring up her favorite fictional man from one of the book series she’s obsessed with.

“Unfortunately, not. But I can continue to dream. Maybe Capone will ride me into the sunset on the back of his Harley.”

“No freaking way.”

“Why not? It could be cool for us to both have a macho motorcycle man.”

“There’s nothing romantic about my situation.”

“Has he hurt you?”

I must hesitate too long with my answer.

“I’ll kill him.”

“I’ll survive.”

“You will, but he may not.”

I squeeze her hands. “Promise me that anything we talk about stays between us. This is serious. My husband is dangerous.”

“And now with your father gone and your hand, he’s also the most powerful.”

“He needs me alive. I’m safer being married to him.”

“I can call my brothers, just say the word.”

“I’m being dramatic. Seriously, don’t worry. I know he won’t hurt me. He married me to keep me safe.”

“Well, thank God for that.” She jerks away, going to her feet and I hope she’s buying my crap lie.

“So give me the tour. Where’s the rest of his hot shit biker crew?”

“Around.”

Axe rejoins us, and I wonder if he’s been able to hear us this whole time.

Chapter Ten

“Well, hello Charlie Hunnam’s lost brother,” Carla gushes, practically throwing herself at Axe.

“Leave him alone,” I warn.

“Why? Is he married too?”

“Far from married, sweetheart.” His lips pull upward into a big grin, eating up the attention.

Her smile falters. “Don’t tell me he’s gay. The best-looking ones always are.” She pouts.

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