Page 86 of Runaway in the Mafia
A muscle twitched in his jaw. “What?”
“Can we at least use a condom?” I choked out.
“At least?” He cocked his head to the side. A dark frown on his gaze. “Why? We’re getting married. Soon. No child of mine will be born out of wedlock.”
I shook my head wildly. “Please.”
Rage exploded in his face. He pulled back and redid his belt. His hands shook, and the buckle rattled in his hands. He crossed the room angrily, shoving his hand in his hair.
“What new secrets are you hiding now, Ahana?”
I knew better than to open my mouth.
He glared at me. “Another man?”
“No.”
His gaze thinned. “One day, I’m going to be the one you’re going to tell all your secrets to. I’ll bury them six feet under for you and throw the fucking shovel in the sea.” He strode up to me and tipped my chin up. His gaze softened. “But you’ve got to tell me what’s on your mind,mia ammaliatrice.”
I gulped.
He traced my lips with his thumb. Rough, calloused skin on my tender lips. “One day,” he muttered before pulling the cups of my dress up.
“You put me in a fucking bad mood now,” he muttered before he took my hand and pulled me out of the room.
I should have lethim take me. Raw. I realised later on that day. After everything happened. But it came out of nowhere like a thunderstorm, and it was done before comprehension hit me.
I thought it was going to be over. The party was thinning out. Only the family left, about to take off. Even if it was close to a hundred people, I thought it was going to be one party without a gunshot in the air.
One minute, I was holding a glass, talking to Divya and Lia. The next minute, everything dropped in the room.
“What the fuck did you say?” Vitale’s tight, controlled voice whipped out like a leash.
Everyone’s gaze jerked to him. Mine along with them. He stood in a circle with Sergio and his uncles, but his murderous glare was pinned on Endrigo.
“I’ll repeat it if you want. I’m not scared of you.”
Shit.
Endrigo was drunk. Even I could see that a mile off.
“Please do.” Vitale’s voice sounded cold. Collected. Only a fool would fall for that.
Endrigo was the fool.
“You can’t marry her. Any sane person knows that. You’re the don. She’s not one of us. She’s not Sicilian, and she’s fucking brown.”
My heart cracked. It was the truth. A hand squeezed my arm. I didn’t look to see if it was Divya or Lia. I’d known this all along. But it didn’t stop the ache from building up. We weren’t meant to be. There was a whole set of traditions built for lives that weren’t meant to be mixed.
Vitale was silent. A muscle twitching in his forehead.
“Basta,”Remigio snapped.
Endrigo shrugged off his clutched hand on his shoulder. “What? Someone has to tell him. We have the fucking Albanians on us, and he’s here thinking with his dick. This is all Antonio’s fault. Bringing in a brown girl. Is this the fucking newCosa Nostra?”
Vitale didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Did he agree with him? Panic seized my throat. I didn’t even know why when I’d been praying for an easier life.
“Over my dead body,” Endrigo snapped his fingers in Vitale’s face. “Snap out of it. Fuck her if you must. Hell, we’ll take turns. But you marry Andrea’s fucking daughter. A Sicilian. You want an Indian? Go and get a curry. Don’t fucking marry one. She’s fucking different.”
