Page 46 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

Did someone turn the air conditioning down? Sweat beads on my forehead. My mouth is parched.

He strides across the floor, coming toe-to-toe with me. “Your son is my son. Our son,” he says, correcting himself. “And while that might not legally be the case, we can easily rectify that situation.”

“No,” I whisper, staring up at him. He may be chained to me through the binds of marriage, but I’m not letting him get his claws into my child. When I find a way to escape, I don’t want him demanding custody of Ashton.

He can’t ever find out my son is his biological child.

Aurielo reaches out, his hand lifting my chin to meet his stare. “No one defies me, Micetta.”

“I’m not your prisoner or your lover,” I remind him.

Except I’m exactly that, a prisoner. Bound to him so that I will survive.

His gaze tightens, and he drops his hold on me. “Go be with your son.”

Aurielo opens the bedroom door, and I dash out of the bedroom and into the hallway, rushing to Ashton’s bedroom door.

There’s a guard posted outside, but he doesn’t pay me any attention. Did Aurielo or Alessandro request the guard to be stationed outside Ashton’s door?

With ease, I turn the handle on the door and sneak into the bedroom.

I’m light on my feet, careful not to wake Ash.

In the corner of the room is an oversized plush chair. I take a seat, but it isn’t long before Ash begins to stir.

“Hey, sweetie. Mommy’s right here,” I say and stand, coming to sit at the edge of the mattress. “How did you sleep?”

His gaze darts around the bedroom. “Where are we?” he asks, ignoring my question as he sits up in bed.

How am I going to explain this to him?

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