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A frown forms on her forehead, and she looks at me with confusion. “You’re not upset?”
I shake my head as her fresh scent drifts around me. I feel the slight tremble in her body, and before I can stop myself, I lift my hand to her neck.
My thumb brushes over the fading bruises.
I hate that I left marks on her skin and hope they’ll be gone by tomorrow.
My eyes flick to hers, and I watch as her pupils dilate.
Letting go of the rigid control I always have, I allow myself to feel.
My heartbeat quickens slightly, and a need to touch more than just her neck pours into my veins.
Tension builds between us, and with every passing second, the trembling in her body grows.
Maybe this woman is strong enough to survive being by my side.
As soon as the thought pops into my mind, I let go of her and step backward.
“Go inside, Gabriella. I’m done with this conversation.”
The stubborn woman remains standing in front of me and says, “You haven’t answered my question.”
“I haven’t decided what to do with you.”
“When will you decide?” she asks.
I’m starting to feel annoyed by all the questions, and tilting my head, I mutter, “Go inside.”
She hesitates, then letting out a sigh, she turns away from me and walks into the house.
I should send her back to her parents.
I shake my head, not liking the idea one bit.
Not wanting to think about Gabriella for a second longer, I walk to where Carlo is talking to the guards.
Chapter 12
Gabriella
I was on my way to Mrs. Falco’s sitting room so I could apologize when I overheard Damiano and Carlo’s conversation.
While I shamelessly eavesdropped, it again dawned on me that Damiano could’ve killed me twice tonight, but he didn’t.
It gave me the courage to confront him about my future.
Not that I got any answers.
Deciding to apologize to Mrs. Falco tomorrow morning, I head back to my bedroom. I feel too frustrated to talk to anyone right now. It’s been a week since Damiano brought me to New York, and my life is still up in the air.
He said he wanted to arrange a marriage between Dario La Rosa and me. I don’t know much about Dario, but I’m thankful he’s no longer available.
The last thing I want is to marry a stranger.
No, there’s one more thing that would be worse – returning to my parents.
Maybe I can convince Damiano to let me go. I won’t be able to live a life of luxury, but I make enough from my social media accounts to provide for myself.
