Fuck.
Poor Becca who just wanted the people to hurt like she had been now has to watch Sammie jump into the flames for her. But Sammie, she wants to destroy them from the inside and if there is one person who I feel like could take down a criminal organization single handedly it would be that demoness.
I pinch my nose, telling myself I need to get my shit together. Dante can’t suspect a thing from me.
I just need to be the mafia woman I was raised for tonight.
The spoiled girl who is being showered with birthday gifts and drinks, the brat who sneaks away.
“Do you even need me?”
My head turned at Dante’s words, the soft shock of what he was saying made me freeze, looking at him and trying to think about what was bringing this on.
He is holding a drink, dressed for tonight in a black suit, tailored and made to fit all his muscles. The white shirt looks like it’s glowing against his tan skin. He has a few gold chains, the watch he has worn since I got it for him, and a gold pinky ring that all the men in his family wear.
His hands in his pocket and even though I can’t see it I know he is counting the beads on his rosary to keep himself calm.
I sigh, taking a few steps to him and running my fingers over the collar of his jacket, wishing we could stay hidden here in the room away from everyone tonight but I know it’s impossible. I know we have to go and face this.
“Demon, sometimes it scares me how much I need you. It’s more than I’ve ever needed anyone before and I’m afraid of it. Afraid of the power you have over me.”
His eyes soften, setting down his tumbler of whiskey on the table as he wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead in a soft gesture that makes my eyes close, holding onto him as he hugs me close.
Dante feels like the safety of home. And it terrified me that I’m so close to ruining this between us.
But it’s for my friends.
My sisters in life. And the bond I share with them matters to me.
Dante and I have a contract.
Maybe we have more brewing. Maybe this had a chance of being a love match. But with them we didn’t sign any deals. We all fell in love with our friendship and chose each other constantly.
“I would choose you.” I whisper it to Dante, my eyes brimming with tears as I let the confession come out.
He doesn’t understand what that means, doesn’t know what I’m saying to him and even I’m confused by it. But I think that if we had a choice in everything and met like normal people that he and I would still have been together.
“I’d never make you choose because I’d be there for you, no matter what.”
And in that moment I know that I love him and I need to make it through the night and tell him. I want to tell him that this arranged marriage is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Our foreheads touch, his hand rubbing between my shoulders as I cling to him, wanting all of this to end.
This closeness.
It’s real and true.
Somewhere this all changed and it went from a contract to a real relationship.
And I fell in love with him.
What the hell was I going to do?
36DANTE
Ilaria is going to be the death of me.
I knew she was going to sneak out with her friends. I knew she had the meeting with the Cartel but a part of me wanted her to tell me. To trust me with all this information.
Instead she was keeping secrets.
Now I had to fix everything.
Francesco looks at me as we park the bikes, in and out quickly is our thought process.
Everyone has a role to play tonight and I know he is furious about Becca once more giving him the slip. We had been watching them and then all of a sudden they were gone.
The other girls of course are all missing but my cousin Gio had slipped a tracker in Madeline’s tooth yesterday when she had to go to the dentist after cracking it doing God knows what. It was a stroke of genius and helps us pinpoint where she is which will lead us to everyone else.
When we got back to Boston I’d check Ilaria’s next appointment time and have something similar done. Francesco was more brutal and talking about shoving it right in Becca’s neck so he could feel it and make sure she didn’t get it out.
We all were a little tense.
They had been gone for over an hour and I knew what trouble they could get into within five minutes. An hour was too much time for them to get into chaos.
“They’re on the rooftop floor.” Francesco is getting on the elevator with me, two men checking us for guns, poorly because even my cousin looks at me when all our weapons are left with us.
