Page 40 of Her Overprotective Fiance

"And it's certainly possible that the two of you could fall in love—-"

Oh, thank fuck.

We've finally reached the hotel, and I jump out of the car as soon as the limo cruises to a stop. Talking to Cat is the worst idea ever, and the farther I get away from her, the better.

So not helpful, God! So not helpful!

I'm tempted to start shoving people away just to let off some steam, but common sense prevails, and I simply dig my nails into my palms instead.

Even without Francisco giving meLa Strega's warning, I already know I'm expected to be on my best behavior tonight. If negotiations are successful, an alliance between Sicilian and Frenchmafiafamilies will be formalized, and...shit.

I should've expected this, but I didn't.

It's my father standing right in front of me, and next to him is no one else but Simon Martino, the man who almost raped me.

"I'm surprised to see you here."

I see what you're doing, Father.

He wants to make it seem like what he's doing is normal, but it's not.

Not even in our world.

And I'll be damned if I'll let either of them get away with it.

I turn my gaze to the asshole who thought my body was his to violate and trash, and I want to cry, dammit.

Why, God?

I know counseling plays a role in this. I know I wouldn't be where I am now if not for the former Angel of Death and the Marchettis. I know I owe them my life, but I'm also sure as fuck that it's God who's theultimatereason why I don't feel anything—-

No pain. No anger. No trauma.

Even when I've done my best not to think of him—-

Why?

He still gives a shit about me for some reason.

Why, dammit?

Even though a part of me has refused all these years to believe God can fix me—-

It's just something you feel.

Just something you know and can't deny.

When he's on the move, you just know.

Just like I how also know—-

Good riddance.

God could've been the only one to make that slimeball suddenly feel shame over what he's done, but it gives me neither pleasure nor sadness as I watch Simon pale and look away.

My father tries to stop him from leaving, but Simon only shoves him away as he walks off.

My father stares at me angrily. "Now, look at what you've—-"

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