Page 114 of Ruthless Oath

“You don’t have to be so rude.” I flipped my hair to the side. “Just because I don’t want to marry you, doesn’t mean someone else won’t.”

“I won’t be marrying anyone but you.”

When he reached for my thigh, I smooshed myself against the door. The thought of his slimy hands on my body repulsed me. I would never let anyone other than Marchello touch me.

“You’re so stubborn.” He put his hand back on the steering wheel. “There are so many habits I have to break you from. We could have already started our life together if you hadn’t taken that little detour with Accetti.”

I wished I was still on that detour.

“Your father and I were so worried about you.”

“You didn’t even try to get me back,” I said. “All you wanted to do was fight with Marchello over territory.”

“Is that what the used-car salesman told you?”

“His cars are hardly used. You probably can’t even afford one.”

“Don’t defend him.” Danny shoved my arm, causing the car to swerve. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Don’t you ever touch me again.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, wishing I had put it up before leaving. “You’ll be sorry.”

He laughed.

“Where are we going?” I glanced at his GPS. “This isn’t the way home.”

“No one said we were going home.”

“Where are we going? I want to see my father.”

“He doesn’t want to see you right now.” He stared at the road. “He wants the two of us to spend some quality time together. He’s hoping you’ll warm up to me before our wedding.”

“I told you there isn’t going to be a wedding.”

How could I negotiate on Marchello’s behalf if my father wouldn’t see me? I balled my fists in my lap, trying to figure out my next move.

“What’s wrong, princess? Have you realized you made a mistake?”

“Don’t call me that.” I glared at him. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“Why not?” He turned down a back road. “It seems fitting.”

“I want to go home.” I stared at the GPS, but I had no idea where we were. “Tell me what you want. I can get my father to give it to you, and you won’t have to marry me.”

“I want to marry you.”

“Why? I don’t even like you.”

“Don’t say such mean things.” He made a sharp turn down a desolate road. “This is why the two of us are going to spend some quality time in the woods. We got off on the wrong foot, but we can fix that.”

“The woods?” I didn’t like the sound of that. “Where are we?”

“I have a little cabin out here that serves a purpose.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s secluded and backs up to a lake and lots of forest. Perfect for making problems disappear. You do the math.”

“Take me home.”

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