I’ve heard the rumors, the tales concerning the DiAngelo brothers and the way collectively they’re generally known as the dual Grim Reapers, with Michael being the extra lethal of the 2. I’m sure now that my purchaser didn’t die within the automotive accident. There’s no means Michael would have left him alive for lengthy after what he did to me.

How may I’ve fallen for the one man in all of the world I ought to have stayed clear from?

How may I’ve been so silly?

My whole world has flipped on its axis, and all I can take into consideration is getting out of right here as a result of I’m afraid of what Dante may do if he discovers who I’m. He has an alliance with my father. Even when he doesn’t need to hand me over, he could possibly be pressured to. After which there’s Liam to contemplate. They might take him from me, use him as a bribe or as a solution to management me.

All I can take into consideration is operating. So I do exactly that. I flip and run.

“Rose?”

I tense on the sound of Michael’s voice.

“Rose? Are you okay?”

When he sits beside me, it takes every thing to maintain my eyes centered on the setting solar. I forgot the DiAngelo property sits on an island. It’s the worst place to be when all you need to do is run. I’m actually surrounded by water.

Michael reaches out a hand to brush my hair again, and I flinch. It’s not intentional or due to who he actually is, however it’s extra about taking my shot nerves without warning.

“Rose, please.” The plea is obvious in his tone, which solely makes this subsequent half tougher. “Inform me what’s flawed. You promised me you wouldn’t run once more, and you probably did simply that.”

I take a deep, shaky breath and eventually have a look at him. The daylight catches on the gold flakes in his brilliant eyes, making him seem angelic when he’s something however that.

“I’m so sorry, Michael. I had no thought who you have been,” I whisper.

“What do you imply?”

It’s now or by no means. “My identify is not Rose Bennett. It’s Rosaleen O’Leary. My father is Patrick O’Leary, the Irish mob boss of Miami.”

Michael’s eyes repair on me, however it’s as if he’s wanting proper by me, misplaced in his personal ideas. My chest tightens with uncertainty. Did he hear me appropriately? Do I must repeat it? Or possibly I ought to say one thing else? Do one thing? Possibly he wants some house. Possibly we each do.

I shift backward, planning on at the very least climbing to my ft, when Michael reaches out and takes maintain of my left hand with an ironclad grip that’s borderline painful. Elevating my eyes to his face, I discover his has drastically modified. Regardless of the solar’s setting rays, his eyes are in shadows, watching me with no trace of recognition or compassion. It’s like he’s shut down. And I do know now that I’m now not my Michael, however the man he portrays to the world.

The Grim Reaper.

Chilly. Merciless. Ruthless. Unforgiving.

“Are you a spy?” He pronounces every phrase slowly like he wants to verify I hear him clearly.

“No. By no means.”

“Do you know who I used to be once we met on the membership?”

“No. The evening we met was my first evening again in Miami after ten years away.”

“And once I rescued you? Do you know who I used to be then?”

“No.”

“Then how lengthy have you ever recognized who I’m?”

This feels an terrible lot like an interrogation, and I virtually want he would simply yell at me. Any sort of emotional response can be higher than this robot-like perspective.

“Tonight. I swear.” There. A small flicker of emotion crosses his face, like my reply surprises him. “After we walked into the eating room, and I noticed your father. I acknowledged him as my godfather, however I don’t suppose he remembers me.” It has been over ten years since he final noticed me, and again then, I used to be a gangly preteen with braces and wild crimson hair.

“Why did you run then? How lengthy have been you planning to maintain this quiet?”

I don’t like how he’s me now. I need the opposite Michael again, not this darkish mirror picture. When I attempt to free my hand, he tightens his maintain. If he doesn’t let go quickly, he’s going to interrupt one thing.

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