Page 60 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

Ashton climbs into the backseat, and once I’m confident that he’s buckled and secure, I climb into the front seat of the SUV.

It’s roomy and smells like new leather.

Aurielo climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“For a drive,” Aurielo says.

Cryptic.

“You don’t plan on offing us. Do you? Tell me now, and we’ll get out of your hair, disappear. You never have to see us again.”

His eyes narrow as he shoots a glance at me. “Is that a joke?” He doesn’t sound the least bit amused.

It wasn’t a joke, but I’m not sure I want to give all my secrets away. I swallow nervously and force a smile. “Not funny?”

“No, I don’t find it humorous to suggest my wife run away with my son.”

“That’s a conversation for later,” I say, keeping my voice down so that only Aurielo can hear me.

We pull out of the parking garage and navigate through the city. I glance back at Ashton and give him a warm, reassuring smile.

I don’t think Aurielo will kill us or hurt us. But the truth is, I have to keep my guard up because how can I trust a man that I barely know? I may have thrown myself into danger by marrying him, but I have to look out for Ash.

“Are we heading back?” We’re traveling north, with the lakefront to our east, but he’s silent.

“No. I told you, I’m taking you somewhere—special,” he says.

I press my lips together. I can’t fathom where he’s taking us. The museums downtown are in the opposite direction. We don’t have our swimsuits for the beach, and he’s not slowing down for any of the entrances either.

“Any hints?”

His hands are clenched on the steering wheel, his grip fierce.

“You’re not a spontaneous person. Are you?” he asks.

He isn’t wrong. It wasn’t my idea to crash the party that night with my sister. Not that I have any regrets, I honestly don’t. If I hadn’t gone along with her crazy plan, I’d have never had Ashton.

“Is it that obvious?” I mutter.

“Relax,” Aurielo says. “I wouldn’t take my son anywhere dangerous.”

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