Page 83 of Runaway in the Mafia
“You didn’t,” I ventured.
“I did,” he confirmed.
I shook my head violently. My insides whirled with a cyclone of emotion. None of them were what I expected. “No. I will not believe you just shot—”
“Shot?” He cocked his head to one side and laughed a dark, mirthless laugh. My palm on his chest vibrated. “You think I’d make it so easy for him?”
All the blood in my body drained out of me.
“You can’t just—”
“Oh, I can. I very much can. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to have you as mine,mia ammaliatrice.You should know that by now.”
Words failed me. He grabbed my lips and pinched them closed. I hadn’t even realised they’d popped open.
“I filmed it. Do you want to see?”
Silent air left my mouth. He sighed, shook his head, and pulled my mouth close again. “Yes?” He reached for his phone in his pocket.
I clutched his hand so violently that the phone clattered to the ground.
He chuckled. A crazy, insane sound leaving his lips. “Well, if you ever change your mind—”
“You can’t marry me!” My voice was half a scream, half a sob.
It only got a tired sigh from him. “Are we back to that again?”
“I’m legally married.”
“You were. But he signed the divorce papers.” My mouth popped open again. “You know the ones you had with your lawyer already signed by you?”How had he...“Then he decided to go for a long holiday. To think about everything that had happened—”
“His parents will look for him.”
“He called them before he left. Apparently, he wanted to go on a long hiking trip to think about his actions of hurting innocent girls. I feel like he’ll fall off a cliff in about a month’s time while he’s contemplating.”
“Hey Bhagwan.”
“That sounds fucking delicious. What does it mean?”
I frowned. Confused. I answered automatically. “Oh, my God.”
“So, another name for me.”
“No!”
“Perfect. Scream it out when I fuck you.”
I wanted to scream at how unbothered he was. “I can’t believe you.”
His eyes sparked. “Let me guess? You love my planning?”
My heart beat violently when another thought entered my mind. One that should have been the first one when he’d said he’d kill—I couldn’t bring myself to think of it. “What about my family?”
He shrugged. “I thought you’d want to tell them.”
Thank God.He cupped my chin and tipped it up. “You’ll tell them. Today.Capisti?”
“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe—” I shook my head.
