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My eyes lock with Nicoli’s, and a knowing look passes between us. As bitter as it is to swallow, neither of us has a choice. Nicoli won’t let anything happen to me, and I will do anything and everything to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.
Nunzio’s slimy gaze rakes down my body and his tongue darts out like a serpent’s, licking his lips. “Between you and me,” he murmurs close to Nicoli’s ear, “I’m going to love getting reacquainted with your wife’s body.”
“Motherfucker!” Nicoli’s barely breathes as rage consumes him.
A sinister grin spreads across Nunzio’s face, and I can see the physical pain his words cause Nicoli, his face contorted with so much rage, it’s almost too much to witness.
“Go to hell,” I spit at Nunzio, struggling to keep my voice steady. My hands curl into fists at my sides, the nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to lash out at him.
“Feisty,” he chuckles. “I’ve missed that fire in your eyes.”
Nicoli growls. “Nunzio, I swear to God, I’m going to—”
“What? You’re going to what? Kill me? I think that will be hard to do since I’m the one holding a gun to your head.”
“Let him go, Nunzio. You want me, so let Nicoli go.”
“Mira,” Nicoli warns through clenched teeth. “Don’t do this. Do not get in that fucking car.” The desperation in his voice is heartbreaking, and I hate it.
I pin my gaze on him, and I hope he can see how much I love him, how this isn’t even a decision. For me, there is no other option than to obey Nunzio’s every command if it means saving Nicoli.
“Birdie, how about you let Manuel here escort you to the car.” One of the guards steps out from behind him, his savage glare pinned on me and his gun raised. “As much as I love playing with all of you, I really want to go home. It’s way past my bedtime.”
“What about my husband?”
“I’ll let him go as soon as I see the taillight of Manuel’s car with you in it. Not a second earlier.”
“No.” I pull my lips in a straight line. “I don’t trust you.”
“Good. You shouldn’t.”
“Let Nicoli go.”
“Or what?” he taunts, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll stomp your heels and throw a hissy fit, princess?”
“Fuck you,” I snarl, my blood boiling with rage.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Nunzio muses, his eyes raking over me like he’s deciding which part of me to break first. “Imagine how dirty it will be with my cock down your throat.”
Nicoli thrashes, cursing. “If you touch her I swear to God I will fucking rip your spleen out of your goddamn throat.”
“You have a big fucking mouth for someone who has a gun to his head.”
“You think I give a shit about my life? You think I’m afraid of you pulling that trigger and shooting me?” Nicoli lets out a malicious cackle. “You really are a dumb fuck, aren’t you?”
“Nicoli, stop,” I urge, fear surging with a violent spike in my chest.
“The only reason I’m not shoving this gun up your ass right now, Nunzio, is because of her.”
“Aw, that’s admirable. Really.” Nunzio taps the gun tauntingly on Nicoli’s forehead. “But between you and me, I think that makes you the dumb fuck, and not me.” Nunzio’s expression hardens. “To the car, birdie, or I’m pulling this goddamn trigger.”
“Fine. I’ll go to the car, and he can put that gun against my head, but I am not getting in that car until you let Nicoli go.”
“You are not in a position to bargain with me, birdie. You are going to get your ass in that car, and Manuel will drive you away, and only then will I let hubby go.”
“Surely you can see how that’s not a fair trade.”
“Do I look like someone who trades fairly?”
