Page 170 of Vows of a Mobster
“Maybe we could hook you up with my cousin. He’s the mobster boss of all bosses,”Marissa tried to joke but Brianna’s expression said she’d rather die than to meet me.
“No, thank you,”Brianna quickly replied.“I don’t want to meet anyone. Let’s just try to get out of this alive. I guess we’ll sink the boat although it is such a waste of a sailboat.”
“Bastard deserves it anyhow,”Marissa told her friends.“Brianna, go get my car and back it to the door.”
“Yours or mine?”
“Mine. I’ll ask someone in the family if they can torch it afterwards.”
“Oh, ok.”Her expression said she wasn’t sure whether her friend was joking or not. Brianna left the warehouse, while Marissa and Daphne stayed waiting for the car.
“Stop freaking her out, Mar,”Daphne scolded Marissa as soon as Brianna was out of earshot.“She has enough on her plate without worrying about the mafia and your cousin.”
“You’re right, but do you know she hasn’t been on a single date or even kissed a guy since that night with Kyle which was horrible.”Marissa always had a weird logic.“And after tonight, what do you think the likelihood is that she'll go on a date?”
“I see your point but Mateo would scare the shit out of her. Fuck, he scares the shit out of me. So don’t even entertain that stupid thought.”
“I wouldn’t ever introduce her to him. It was a bad joke.”Marissa agreed.“I still can’t believe she doesn’t know Kyle was part of the Irish mafia.”
“And when was she supposed to figure that out?”Daphne retorted dryly at Marissa.“While she practiced ballet five hours a day, and then attended college classes for another eight hours… all of which we skipped. That stupid party was the only time she spoke to him. And she was hammered because her mother egged her on. Regularly, she would have never given him a second look. She’ll probably marry a politician one day and be back in the world she belongs in. Let her decide what she wants. Don’t pull her into this world.”
Marissa exhaled on the screen.“You are right. She’s too good for this shit. Fuck, we are doomed. Either Italians will kill us or the Irish. We’ll keep her away from both.”They made a pact to keep Brianna and Emma protected from Declan and myself.
The video surveillance showed them putting Kyle’s body into the car, leaving the other one for Giovanni to help them with their story.
“Fuck,” Declan’s youngest brother was the first to speak. “He was going to-”
He couldn’t even finish it. Both of Declan’s parents were visibly upset. They better not even try to twist this story into something other than facts. Their nephew kidnapped his own daughter and tried to have her sold.
“I would say we are done here,” I said to all. “I will be taking my family back home.”
Aoife walked over to Brianna, her husband at her side. I pulled Brianna closer to me, keeping her protected over any potential threat. I sensed Antonio and Giovanni doing the same, each taking a side of Brianna, one at her left side and the other her back.
“Ah, lass, I am so sorry,” Aoife took Brianna’s hand with the gun and patted her gently. She passed the gun to her husband, “Don’t you even think about shooting that thing,” she ordered her husband.
“It’s not loaded,” Brianna muttered.
Aoife chuckled softly. “How were you going to shoot anyone with an unloaded gun?”
“I don’t want to shoot anyone.” Brianna told her then her dark gaze raised to meet mine. “And I would never shoot Mateo,” her voice was soft, her deep eyes shining. “I love him.”
One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three heartbeats.
Fuck, is this how it feels to lose your heart to your soulmate?My lungs filled with the life only Brianna could give me.
“Say it again, amore.” I demanded softly. I didn’t give a fuck who was around. She was all that mattered to me.
Fifty-Nine
Brianna
The words choked me up, stuck in my throat along with the fear of losing him. But I refused to give up, give him up.
“I love you,” I softly repeated my words in a proclamation. My throat constricted with intense emotions for this man. True, it wasn’t the most romantic setting but I didn’t want to delay telling him something I should have told him days ago. “I know this is bad. And I did it all wrong. My grandma told me trust and honesty were the foundation of her marriage but I kept doubting everything.”
“I love you too,” he told me, pressing his mouth on mine. “We’ll talk tonight. In our home, in our bed.” My heart fluttered with that promise. Mateo loved me.
Mateo loved me!
