Page 90 of Craving Danger

“I have to think about everything,” I say. My tongue darts out to wet my lips before I continue, “I can’t just magically change how I feel.”

He stares at me for a moment, and I see this is difficult for him as well.

“Do you have any questions you want to ask me?”

I shake my head. “I’m not ready to talk.”

“You can call me anytime,” he says. “Or just message me.”

An incredulous chuckle ripples over my lips. “Yeah? On which phone?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Right.

“I’m going home.”

I turn around, and walking out of the bedroom, I head to the staircase.

I hear him behind me, then he says, “I’ll take you home.”

“No.” I rush down the stairs, just wanting to get out of this mansion.

“Samantha.” His tone is harsher. “This is not up for discussion. I’m taking you home.”

The moment I dart into the foyer, Mr. Vitale grabs me by my forearm, and I’m dragged through the living room and out onto the veranda.

“You’re insufferable!” I snap at him.

“And you’re stubborn.” He opens the passenger door. “We make a great pair.”

“Like hell, we do,” I mumble before climbing into the G-Wagon.

I pull the safety belt over my chest and clip it in place before I cross my arms over my chest.

When Mr. Vitale slides in behind the steering wheel, I turn my face away from him and stare at the mansion.

The drive to my apartment is filled with tension, and when he parks the G-Wagon in front of my building, he says, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

I shove the door open. “Only because I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Getting out, I slam the door shut, and without a backward glance, I walk into the building.

When I lock my front door behind me, my body begins to tremble. I rush to my bedroom and strip out of the stupid dress I wore for him.

Immense anger and heartache rip through me, and sitting on the floor with my back against the bed, I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around them. I bury my face in the crook of my arm and cry my eyes out.

Just as I thought I found a good man, he turns out to be my boss. And a freaking mob boss.

Why does it keep happening to me?

Chapter 29

Franco

I didn’t close an eye last night.

I kept replaying everything in my mind, wondering if there was a better way to handle the situation.

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