Page 27 of Revenge Vows

“My men sent a picture of a green-eyed, long-haired beauty, and I thought to myself, I will make a fortune with her. I had a picture in my head for you, Alyssa,” he says.

He stops behind me, and chills run down my spine. “Men would kill to be with a beauty like you. You and I would have made an unbeatable team,” he says.

“I don’t want that life,” I say.

He paces until he faces me. “Darling, you have no choice. You have a debt to pay and oh, I intend to make you pay for it the hard way,” he says with a hardness in his tone.

The faux friendliness has faded away.

“Then fucking Antonio had to find a way to ruin all the fun. He has always been a damn party-pooper,” he sighs.

He looks up at me. “I forgot to say, I hope that you have a happy married life. He sent me the video.”

I look away as shame makes my cheek heat up.

“Not gonna lie, it pissed me off. I mean, you would have made me so much money. Look at those tits,” he says.

I pull my shirt over my chest. “What do you want from me? Why am I here?”

“You’re damaged goods now,” he says.

I swallow at his words.

He says mockingly. “No darling, I don’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that none of my men really want a woman who has been fucked by Antonio.”

My body reacts with repulsion. “So what do you want?” I ask again.

He peers into my face. “You detest him, don’t you?” he asks.

I smile. “Yes, I despise him as much as I despise you right now.”

He claps his hands excitedly. “You might be more interesting than I thought,” he says.

He looks around and then back at me.

“Follow me,” he says. He walks out the door, and I follow him. He gets into a car, and I stare at it.

“Get in already,” he calls.

I sigh and get into the car.

He drives silently down the dusty road, and we pull up to a beach. We get out of the car, and the violent sea breeze attacks us at once. He smiles and inhales.

“We might still make a perfect team after all,” he says. He turns to me. “I want you to help me kill Antonio Russo.”

Chapter Twelve

Antonio

“Boss, she’s back,” comes a loud voice from across the courtyard.

Bunny and Donatello look up as two guards walk up to us. They are holding her between them, and she has her face turned to the ground.

She is wearing my clothes, which are about two sizes too big for her, and they droop off her body, sagging awkwardly.

I hope my anxiety doesn’t show as I scan her face and body for any injuries. She doesn’t have a scratch on her, and I let out a cautious exhale. My brothers must not see my relief.

As they get closer, she pulls out of the grip of the guards and runs to fall at my feet.

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