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I know this is going to sound so, so silly.
But I heard so much from his silence.
The longer he stood in front of me, the more I heard.
The more I understood.
I know this is going to sound even sillier.
But it was as if our souls were speaking.
And I knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of us followed.
Our bodies. Our minds. Our hearts.
THE MARCHETTIS' MAUSOLEUM was everything he expected. Everything was in white. Everything was made of marble. And gargoyles were everywhere.
(What was it with this famiglia and gargoyles?)
All eyes turned to him as soon as he entered. But Lorenzo was used to being stared at, and so he was unaffected by the hostility in most people's gazes.
The only thing he cared about, he found right away, and that was her.
A slip of a girl whose dark hair was pinned back by a pair of barrettes, her slender frame made more fragile by the loose gossamer fit of her dress and the sleek gloss of her three-inch heels.
Gazelle...
Lorenzo stared at her, and the girl stared back at him soberly.
As expected from a Marchetti...
Boston's most powerful famiglia was called many things by both its friends and enemies, but 'coward' was not one of them.
Ever.
And he had always known this about the Marchettis, except...
I was wrong about her.
Lorenzo now realized he had been guilty of prematurely judging La Strega's youngest and least-known grandchild.
He, too, had heard the rumors about 20-year-old Gazelle being her famiglia's Achilles' heel, but he should have known better than to give credence to them.
He himself was a victim of rumors, and with every year that passed, the stories that people made up about him had only grown more sickening and outrageous.
A clean slate then, Lorenzo decided as he came to a stop before his bride. From this point forward, whatever he was to hear about her from others, he would discard. And while it would be ideal if she were willing to do the same for him, that was more likely to happen if she at least knew they were already married.
But did she, though?
Lorenzo stared down at her broodingly, and still she did not look away.
Two years.
She had been his for the taking for two years already.
But in those two years, he had not spared her a single thought.
