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His answer isn’t what I expected after his bold declarations, but I swallow my disappointment and lift my chin.

“What happens to me after that?” I ask.

“You’re mine, Mia Rivera. You’ll always be mine. I’ll be pinning you underneath me like this long after we turn old and grey.”

I scoff and sink my nails deeper into his wound.

“You really think you’ll live that long?”

“Mio Dio, I fucking hope so.”

The longing in his voice strikes a chord deep behind my sternum.

“I’ll always be looking for an escape.”

I don’t know what madness drives me to challenge him, but I can’t stop the words from escaping.

“We’ll see,” he murmurs with an infuriating smirk and a wicked glint in his eyes.

He nips my jaw before pulling my wrist away from his injury and rising from the bed. I roll onto my side, but his grip prevents me from going further.

He tucks his cock into his shorts and bites his bottom lip as he studies me from head to toe. With both hands covered in filth, I don’t move, preferring his eyes roaming over me instead of smearing his seed and blood over my flesh.

I hiss in annoyance and pull back when he leans down to pick me up.

“I can walk,” I snarl.

He eyes my feet and shakes his head.

“I know you can, but I like the way you feel in my arms, so don’t expect your feet to touch the ground anytime we’re alone.Capisci, mia caramellina?”

I huff in exasperation and decide this isn’t a battle worth fighting, but I relay my frustrations by glaring at him. He chuckles and scoops me into his arms before sauntering into the bathroom.

As he lowers me to the floor and crowds me against the sink, I grit my teeth and avoid our reflection.

I’ll marry Fiero Capito as Mia Rivera, but I must disappear before he realizes I’m Emma Lanza. Katherine and I will leave everything behind and start over with new identities. We’ll buy one-way plane tickets—with cash—to some random place overseas and never come back.

It’ll be hard as fuck, but this is the only way we can escape the mafia lifestyle.

A tiny, illogical part of me balks at the idea as Fiero cups his hands around mine in the sink. With warm water rushing over our entwined digits, he steals slivers of my heart with his shockingly tender care.

I swallow the lump in my throat and stare into the sink as his tattooed fingers stroke over my hands, cleaning me as though I’m a precious, fragile doll.

Somehow, I’ll slip out from under Fiero’s thumb with my sister before he discovers who I really am.

Even if it means leaving chunks of my heart behind with him.

Chapter 12

Fiero Capito

Her shielded expressionas she watches me clean her hands in the sink fills me with uncertainty, but my mind clears as I reach for a towel and my cock brushes against her ass.

She’s mine. Nothing else matters. She may fight me every step of the way, but I’ll protect, pamper, and wreck her for the rest of our lives.

With my silent vow reverberating throughout my entire body, I turn off the water and dry our hands. She’s tiny compared to me. I wonder how she survives in such a cruel world, especially as a nurse.

Noting the slight abrasions on her knuckles, I lift her hands over her shoulder and give each one a quick kiss before grabbing the lotion and moisturizing her all the way to her elbows.

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