Page 34 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
I recoil, my jaw dropping, unable to believe he said that in front of Father Luigi and that the good father doesn’t even respond.
“Father,” Torin says, “is the room ready?”
Luigi doesn’t look at me. In fact, he looks everywhere but at me. “It is.” He pauses, and I swear he blushes deeper. “It’s makeshift and the best I could do, but… yes, it’s ready.”
“Good. There are packages upstairs. Can you bring them down? Or if my brothers are here, send one of them down with everything.”
“Father—”
“Time,” Torin says, cutting me off, “is of the essence.”
Luigi nods and says, “Hazel’s a good girl. You’ll treat her right?”
“I’ll treat her the way she shouldbe treated.”
There’s an ominous, sexual innuendo that Luigi clearly misses as his shoulders relax and he heads out the door.
I ball my fingers into tight fists and spring up from the rickety wooden chair. “How?—?”
“Did I know you’d be here?” He backs me into the fake bookshelf that hides other rooms and passages. I breathe in that seductive, devilish scent of him. The smell of him, that’s all thinly veiled, animalistic desires in a tux, is so freaking hot, my insides melt at his nearness.
Of all the people to awaken my sexual nature, why does it have to be the man I despise, the one I want to kill? Because there’s no excuse he can utter that will make me forgive him for killing my family. None.
“Of course I knew,” he says, lips trailing along the skin of my throat. “And I told you my name isn’t Quinn.”
“I remember you as Quinn. I heard someone yell the name Quinn that night, and then you showed up.”
He steps back. “Then maybe you remember things wrong, Harry.”
I flinch at that name. “If you must, Harriet or Hazel. Although, I prefer you call me nothing at all and never have to see you again.”
“So polite. Harry.”
“So fucked up.Quinn.”I glare.
“Torin.”
“You called yourself Quinn.”
“And you have a faulty memory,” he snaps.
“Or maybe you just used a fake name,murderer.”
His face shutters down and he says, “Does it matter?”
“No. I will always hate you. And I want you dead.”
For a bright flicker of a moment, I think he’s going to say the marriage is off.
But of course, he doesn’t.
“That’s too bad because we’re getting married and you’re going to pretend you want to marry me up there when we say our vows or I’ll put the bullet in you myself and collect the money Salvatore offered for the hit.”
“Asshole.” I reach my hand out to smack him, but he snatches my wrist midair and my skin burns at his touch. He brings my hand to his mouth and licks the inside of my wrist, tracing the veins with his tongue and I almost collapse at the bolt of desire that lights up each and every cell.
He blows on the spot and squeezes, just enough that I whimper.
And it makes Torin smile.
