Page 113 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

Reluctantly, I let go. What other choice do I have?

“Inside,” Aurielo commands as he stomps up the steps and in through the front door.

I clasp Ashton’s hand and lead him inside. Exhaling a heavy breath, I can’t help but worry if I’ll ever see daylight again.

Will Aurielo or his men force me into the prison basement?

“Upstairs,” Aurielo shoots off another order.

I breathe a sigh of relief and head up the stairs. Aurielo is right on my heel, barely giving me any space or room to waltz up the steps.

Ashton is practically attached to my hip as we approach his bedroom. There’s already a guard standing outside the door.

They couldn’t bother to wait until we came home.

Weird.

Turning the handle, I open Ashton’s bedroom door, and he rushes past me.

Ivy is sitting at the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap. She jumps at the sound of the door.

“Ivy?” I hurry across the room and throw my arms around her as she stands. She looks better than I feel. My stomach is tumbling in somersaults. My hands won’t stop shaking, and I pull her tight for a hug. “You’re okay.”

Relief floods through me.

“Yeah, no thanks to him,” Ivy mutters, glancing up at Aurielo in the door jamb.

I release my hold around my sister and spin around on my heels. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t already deserve,” Aurielo says. He nods toward Ivy. “Nice to see you up.”

“What does that mean?” I ask. What is Aurielo talking about?

“Probably because I was tied to a chair in prison downstairs and interrogated!” Ivy points at Aurielo. “You’re a monster.”

“You plotted to have my son kidnapped!” Aurielo snaps. His nostrils flare, and his gaze tightens before he turns and slams the bedroom shut.

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