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Good.
I’m surprised when a sense of relief trickles into my chest.
Not lifting her head, her voice trembles as she asks, “Will you answer my question from earlier?”
I shake my head and wave a hand toward the seat she previously occupied.
Carlo’s up and quickly helps Gabriella to the other chair before coming to take his place beside me.
The flight attendant brings me another tumbler of whiskey, and I take a couple of sips before leaning back and closing my eyes.
Gabriella’s answers fill my mind as I try to figure out who she really is. She seems strong and innocent, a combination I haven’t encountered before.
Chapter 4
Gabriella
My heart is beating wildly in my chest, dread coating my skin, and my nerves frayed from the interrogation I somehow survived.
The past forty minutes of sitting next to Damiano were the most unnerving of my life.
My hand still tingles from gripping his arm. I was so scared when the plane took off I didn’t realize I’d grabbed hold of him.
I can be glad I’m still alive after touching him without his permission.
The split second before I pulled my hand away, I felt his strength rippling beneath my fingertips.
Even where I’m sitting on the other side of the cabin, I can feel the violent energy coming from Damiano.
His refusal to answer my question makes me worry. It would be stupid to assume he took me for himself. He might have something worse planned for me.
Dio.
I suck in desperate breaths as a panic attack threatens to overwhelm me.
You’d think I’d be used to nerve-wracking situations after everything I’ve endured at the hands of my family, but sitting in a private jet with Damiano Falco and his men terrifies the living hell out of me.
Tension-filled minutes creep by slowly, a form of torture I’ve never experienced before.
I glance around the cabin, noticing most of the men are fast asleep. Including Damiano.
His guard, who’s seated next to him, is the only other person awake. Besides the flight crew, of course.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to ease my frail nerves. It’s of no use because my uncertain future keeps making fear shudder through me.
Maybe he’s taking me for someone else?
That’s if I’m even going to get married. He might have taken me for a completely different reason.
But what?
Even though the Cosa Nostra isn’t known for dealing in sex slavery, the terrifying thought still crosses my mind.
No, that’s not the reason.
He made me put on a blouse, and I overheard him tell his men not to look at me. That means my virtue is worth something to him.
Virgins sell for a lot.
