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He grabs a needle from the counter and holds it up. “I’ll inject you with a medication that will paralyze you, then another that will stop your heart. You’ll fall asleep, and you’ll never wake up. It won’t feel like you’re dying.”
I nod, still weak from whatever he injected me with earlier. I tilt my chin and stare at my flat stomach, tears falling to my thighs.
I’m so sorry, little one. Maybe in another life we will have what we deserve.
I’m devastated. I want this. I didn’t think I did when I met Carmine, and he gave me the ridiculous contract, but I want this life with Carmine and our child.
“Unless…” he suggests, rushing over to me.
I keep an eye on the needle he has in his hands, and his other one skims down my face. “I’ve watched you for so long and find you so beautiful. What if you became my partner? Just me and you? I studied this scenario so many times. Do you know how hard it was to find a place to bring you? I wanted it to be a place that meant something to you, to me too. I watched you in your classes and knew whatever I needed to do had to be done here. And when I searched the campus and found this cellar, it was like a beacon shined down on it. Like this was meant to be. We were meant to be.”.
I’m left with a decision to either die or to kill him.
Only one option gives me the chance to kill the man who kidnapped me.
He leans down, face directly in front of mine. “What do you think? Do you want to join me?”
My fingers tingle as life is breathed back into them. I focus on that, studying how my body is coming back to life. I hold my head up and look into his lifeless eyes, nothing but corruption and insanity staring back at me.
“I would rather die than have anything to do with you. I couldn’t stomach the thought of being by your side.” I reared my back and throw myself forward, slamming my forehead against his nose.
I won’t go down without a fight, though.
He screams, holding a hand over his face as blood trickles down. “You fucking bitch!” He backhands me across the face and then grips my chin, red pouring from his nose into his mouth. “You just signed your death warrant.”
I gather all the saliva I can and spit in his face. “Fuck you,” I sneer. “The moment you kill me, you’ll be dead too.” I smile, knowing Carmine will come for me. I don’t know when or if he will make it in time, but this man is dead when he does.
The idiot comes closer again, and his eyes drop to my lips. He inches in, and with a throbbing head, I still gather enough strength to hit my forehead against his nose for the second time. Bones crunch, and this time, he howls in agony.
“You broke my nose!”
And I don’t care what I have to do to keep him busy. If it means I have to break every bone in his face, I will.
Even if it kills me.
Chapter Seventeen
Carmine
“Oh my god!” Matias sits forward when we come to the intersection where a car accident occurred. It’s the G-Wagon.
Police, firefighters, and paramedics surround the Mercedes. I slam on the brakes, throw the SUV in park and fly out of the vehicle.
Victor is on a gurney, oxygen mask over his mouth and blood smearing his face.
“Sir, I’m sorry. You can’t—”
“He’s fine. That’s Carmine Milazzo, and this is one of his men.” Officer Gabriel DiMartino tells the paramedic. “Carmine, I wish I could say it’s good to see you but circumstance say otherwise.”
“Can I talk to him? What happened?”
“We don’t know. Traffic cameras are out. Traffic was rerouted. It looks like a hit-and-run, but I feel like this wasn’t an accident. Not when it comes to you. And no, you can’t talk to him. He’s alive but unconscious. You can talk to him at the hospital.”
“Was there a woman? Was she hurt? She’s my wife. She was with Victor.”
“No, there wasn’t a woman. You’re sure someone was with him?” DiMartino’s hand grabs his radio on his shoulder.
“I’m positive. They left the house together.”
