Page 93 of Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter32

Roma

Once we were outside of the church, Felice scooped me up, hauled me over his shoulder, and rushed to the street. Celso and Fredo were waiting by two cars. Crawford’s two were still parked. I could see the men who drove my sisters slumped over in the front seat.

All my energy seemed to drain from my body, and I did the same over Felice’s shoulder.

He had me in his car a few seconds later. He strapped me in and hustled to the other side. He put it in gear and peeled out, Celso and Fredo only a breath behind us.

He glanced at me. “You okay, Dino?”

“Not going to lie. It’s been an eventful day, and it’s not even over.” I looked in the rearview. “Are more men coming to the church?”

“Possibly. One of Crawford’s men was talking to someone on his cell when we got there. Crawford was certifiable but good at what he did. I can’t see him only having two cars.”

“You found me.”

“It’s always just a matter of time.”

We became silent after that. I stared out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur. I ran over the day in my head and sighed.

“This is not—”going to end well,I was going to say, but I didn’t feel like hearing the blunt truth confirmed. I already knew it wasn’t going to. I went in a different direction. “What’s going on now is beyond Alfonso fighting you over a penthouse, but he still feels it’s a piece of property. Me. Do you think Tommaso will still be so supportive of your side?”

Felice glanced in the rearview. He was quiet for so long, I thought he’d never respond, but finally, he did.

“Tommaso owes your old man. He’s already made his alliance clear. He’ll side with him, but he’ll try to find a way to keep me before he kills me. If Emanuele keeps the situation between us, it’ll stay that way.”

I went to tell him what Babbo had told me—that it was Tommaso who’d ordered my father not to save Sal. But I wasn’t sure if Babbo was telling me the truth or not. And what if I told Felice and he went after Tommaso? There was a coldness in his voice when he talked about his boss after what he’d done to me. I didn’t want to push Felice over the edge. He still looked maniacal.

I looked down at my dress and had a feeling the state of it reflected my face too. Felice’s hand covered mine, and he brought it to his lips. His warm breath fanned over my skin, and I shivered.

“Where are we going?” I didn’t really care. I just didn’t want to separate from him again. Lo’s wedding was over, and my promise to her had been kept.

“To Sicily,” he said.

“For what?”

“To get married.”

“What if I say no?” I breathed out.

“You’re not saying no,” he said.

“Hypothetically.”

“I turn into a monster with no sense of right and wrong, only what I want, and make you my wife anyway.”

“Oh. You turn into Jack.”

“Difference between Jack and me, I know you want me too.”

It was the truth. I couldn’t argue with that.

The veil tugged at my hair and was hurting my scalp. I carefully took it off and set it in the back seat as delicately as I could. I tried not to think about it being ruined. Mamma had helped me design it. It had more sentimental meaning than anything. I sighed and stared out the window.

Somewhere along the way, I crashed. I hadn’t slept so hard since the weekend at the penthouse. When I started coming to, I felt my mouth hanging open. I snapped it shut and sat up some.

Felice held my hand in his, leaning over to my side some. Our hands were in my lap.

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