Page 81 of Lethal Vows

“There’s no but, Dominic. If I can’t have her, I will not marryat all!”

Dominic seems surprised by my outburst, and my mother blatantly interjects. “You will not cut down tradition all because of some little wannabe American.”

“Watch the way you speak about her. You’ll be taking orders from her soon enough.”

My mother scoffs and crosses her arms. That younger spitfire version of herself always comes to the forefront. “That woman wants no part of our family name.”

“Crue.” It almost sounds as if Dominic is pleading, drawing my attention away from our mother. “Your decision affects us all.”

My gaze narrows on him. “Do you think I don’t know that? How much have I done for you all?”

My mother flinches at my tone.

Angel stays back, her hand on her stomach as she leans against the wall for support.

They might not realize the lengths I have gone to for them, but I will not let anyone dictate what it is I do, especially considering they’ve never been disappointed in the riches and lifestyle my contribution has provided.

“Iwillmarry the Ricci woman!” I shout, determined. “Even if I have to cut off her legs so she can’t run.”

I hear Angel gasp as I leave the room.

I’m fucking furious that my family would dare turn against me or even defy my judgment.

CHAPTER53

Rya

Everything in me wants to return to my place, but Crue knows where I live and how to get in. And right now, I need to stay away from those magic hands that make me think I need him. Or worse, that I want him and no one else.

Monica opens the door, looking relieved to see me.

“I—” She cuts me off by pulling me in for one of her hugs. I let her and stand there awkwardly. To be honest, I had to go somewhere he wouldn’t know where to look and this was my only thought.

“I’ve been keeping my distance. I wanted to give you time. But I had faith that our friendship would prevail.” She smiles, her hands still on me.

“This was a mistake,” I say, turning to leave.

“Don’t go, please.” She grabs for me, and I step back.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Why are you here?” she asks.

“I’m trying to avoid someone.”

“Crue,” she says.

I eye her with suspicion. “Are you still spying on me?”

She shakes her head. “No, but I know he is here to collect you.”

“To collect me?”

“I guess so. Everyone back home knows that you’re his.”

“I’m his?” I ask, confused.

“Yep.” She nods. “I warned your father that you wouldn’t just accept it, but what would I know?” She shrugs.

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