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I dare to slowly turn my head to glance at the imposing man beside me. The expensive fabric of his pants clings to his muscled thighs, and for a moment, I notice the way-too-big bulge behind his zipper before I quickly turn my head away.
Caro Dio.
I suck in another desperate breath as my eyes land on my family.
I don’t feel any heartache when the guard climbs behind the steering wheel and starts the engine. When the SUV begins to move, my eyes dart over the house.
I haven’t known any love and never felt safe between those walls.
My eyes lower to my hands, and seeing the red marks on my arms and around my wrist, I brush my fingers lightly over them.
What will become of me?
Chapter 3
Damiano
Halfway to the airfield where the private jet is waiting, I tuck my phone back into my pocket.
Stefano’s pissed off that I didn’t give my blessing and instead took the woman he wanted to marry, but he’ll just have to get over it.
The di Bella household is a fucking mess, and I refused to stay there a second longer. I’m used to violence. It’s second nature to me, but having to see Gabriella degraded and mistreated tested my patience. If I’d stayed for dinner, instead of leaving, there would’ve been a blood bath.
I glance at Gabriella and notice she’s changed her outfit. She looks glamorous in the pink suit, and even though I have zero interest in her, I notice her cleavage that’s on full display.
She might be on the shorter side, but she has curves in all the right places. She’s beautiful, but that’s not why she’s sitting beside me.
When she held eye contact with me, I was actually a little stunned. It showed she has more guts than most of the men in our world.
No matter how she was yanked, shoved, and hit, she kept lifting her chin and straightening her spine.
I think she’s fucking strong and would be a perfect match for Dario, one of the other heads of the Cosa Nostra.
Dario’s like a little brother to me. Annoying as fuck, but still, I love him and want the best for him. He needs a strong wife who will take care of him.
Even though I don’t give a shit about the woman beside me, I’m sure she’ll appreciate being married to a man who won’t mistreat her.
She’ll be thankful that I’ve chosen a good man for her, and in return, she’ll make Dario happy.
I’m surprised when she asks, “Are we going to New York?”
Usually, people don’t dare speak to me without my permission.
My eyes flick to her face, and I notice the red welt across her neck from where Stefano hit her with his belt. The sight of the bruises fuels my anger.
Not bothering to talk, I nod.
“Why are you taking me with you?”
Annoyed by the questions, I mutter, “Silence.”
Relaxing in the seat, I rest my elbow on the doorframe and rub my fingers over the scruff on my jaw as I stare out the window.
I hate traveling.
I hate leaving my house. Period.
I hate people.
