Page 13 of Mafia Daddy's Christmas Bride
I've made a terrible mistake.
Roman is going to kill me.
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ROMAN
What the fuck is wrong with this woman?
I drag her to my car and push her in, waiting a beat after I shut the door to make sure she doesn’t try and bolt.
When I’m sure she’s staying, I open the back door and toss her bag in and then move to the driver’s side and get in.
Seconds later, I pull away from the curb.
"What the hell were you thinking?" My voice comes out low and dangerous, the kind of tone that makes grown men piss themselves.
Isabella sits rigidly in the passenger seat, arms wrapped around herself. She doesn't answer.
"You trying to get yourself killed?" I glance at her.
She still doesn’t answer.
"Who were you meeting?"
She turns her face toward the window. "No one."
"Bullshit." I take a corner too fast, the tires squealing. "You sneak out in the middle of the night to meet 'no one'?"
My mind races through possibilities. “It better have been a secret lover and not your Fed handler.” Although I’m betting on the latter.
Was it just a meeting to exchange information or was he going to move her into witness protection?
If that’s the case, she must have information he wants, which isn’t good for her prospects with La Corona.
I notice her trembling beside me.
From fear?
It’s freezing as fuck tonight, so maybe she’s cold.
Or maybe it's rage.
Hard to tell with her.
"You cold?" I ask.
"I'm fine."
"You're shaking."
"I said I'm fine."
I reach over and crank the heat anyway. She flinches when my hand moves near her, and something inside me twists.
I've spent years making people afraid of me. It's kept me alive, kept Marco alive, kept the family strong.
But seeing this woman shrink from me feels different. I just saved her.
