“Rosaleen, get out of the automobile this prompt, or I’ll name my males and have Gabriella shot subsequent!”

And he’ll. As a result of he’s simply loopy sufficient to undergo together with his risk. However at the least I do know Gabriella hasn’t been harm…but.

The guard ranges me with a glance and a raised forehead like he’s truly daring me to make another selection. I shove him to the aspect as I climb out and look across the empty road and sidewalk, looking for my son. Some bastard guard ripped him away from me once we left the penthouse, and I don’t know the place he went. For all I do know, he may very well be midway out of town by now or sleeping within the different automobile idling on the curb, utterly unaware of the hazard. Both approach, he’s not in my arms and at my father’s mercy.

“I need my son. The place is he?”

“Protected,” Dad solutions vaguely. “As long as you do what you’re informed, he’ll keep that approach.”

“How do I do know you’re not mendacity?”

“As a result of that child is extra helpful to me alive than lifeless. But when you don’t fulfill your finish of the cut price, you’ll by no means see that boy once more. Do you perceive me?”

He means marrying Igor Mikhailov. That was the settlement. Go away the penthouse with him, marry that sick previous man, and he wouldn’t harm my son or my associates.

“What about Enzo and Gabriella?”

“Possibly for those who hurry this alongside, I’d simply really feel grateful sufficient to ship an ambulance.” Dad’s cellphone pings. He checks it after which turns to one among his males. “Igor’s arrived. Let’s get this present on the highway.”

Dad has me backed right into a nook with no approach out, and he is aware of it. I’m utterly defenseless when all I wish to do is combat. And I’ll as a result of I’m not helpless. I’ll bide my time, and when the second’s proper, after I know my son and associates are secure, I’ll escape or go down preventing, taking as many of those assholes as I can with me.

After I pictured my wedding ceremony as just a little woman, I at all times imagined lovely flowers, billowing materials, and a room crammed with our closest family and friends. I’d stroll down the aisle of scattered rose petals towards the love of my life. His face was at all times a thriller, however I bear in mind his heat presence. The calm that settled over me was like a heavy blanket of consolation. The peace in realizing I used to be proper the place I used to be at all times meant to be, with the person I used to be at all times meant to search out.

And for a short time, I dreamed Michael was that man. Regardless of all of the secrets and techniques and the unanswered questions, I nonetheless need him to be. I need Michael to be ready for me on the finish of the aisle. Not this piece of shit, perverted man, grinning at me like he’s received a prize. Which, I suppose, I’m to him. As a result of for my complete life, that’s what I’ve at all times been. One thing to be purchased, to be owned, to be managed. Till Michael, that’s. He’s the primary to see the actual me. To see the woman hiding behind the title. To see the woman trapped in a darkish cage, craving to be let loose and really feel alive once more.

“Transfer,” Dad snaps as he shoves me ahead.

I stumble a number of steps down the worn-out rug and sneer over my shoulder at my father. “Mother could be ashamed of you.”

Dad reaches out and grips my hair together with his fist, pulling my head again with one laborious yank. I can’t assist however cry out earlier than swallowing the ache down. His eyes are furious, and his tooth clenched as he spits in my face, “You introduced this on your self. I’m virtually paying Igor to marry you.”

“Then why hassle?” I pull freed from his maintain and twist round to face him. “Marry me to Michael as a substitute. That’s what you need, proper? A strong marriage between the Excessive Desk households? Who higher than a DiAngelo?”

Dad barks out amusing. “You assume I wish to be tied to that household? The DiAngelos are a sinking ship; they simply don’t understand it but. And now along with your son in my possession, they’ll simply sink faster.”

“What the hell do you imply by that?”

“Can we hurry this alongside, Patrick?” Igor barks down the aisle.

Dad grips my arm tight and virtually pulls me down the aisle. He shoves me ahead in entrance of Igor and a clammy-looking, pale priest. It’s clear he’s as a lot of a prisoner right here as I’m. He clears his throat earlier than glancing on the shaky Bible in his palms and reciting, “Dearly beloved, we’re gathered right here at this time to—”

“The brief model will do, Father.” Dad cuts in, gesturing together with his free hand not holding me captive earlier than the altar.

The priest clears his throat once more, tugging at his collar as he does. “Proper. After all, Mr. O’Leary. Do you, Igor Mikhailov, take Rosaleen O’Leary to be your lawfully wedded spouse to have and to carry from today ahead, for higher and for worse, until demise do you half?”

Igor licks his lips as hisdark eyes skirt up and down my physique. “I do.”

“Sure. Good.” The priest turns to me with a sympathetic gaze earlier than he seems away. “And do you, Rosaleen O’Leary, take Igor Mikhailov to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to carry from today ahead, for higher and for worse, until demise do you half?”

Dad’s grip on my arm tightens to the purpose I whimper from the stress. I’m trapped. Even when I say no, it received’t make a distinction. If something, my stubbornness will solely anger him, and put my son and associates in peril for certain.

“Sure,” I hiss. That single phrase seems like a guillotine blade slamming down on my neck.

“Wonderful. Then, by the ability vested in me by the State of Florida and our almighty Lord, I now pronounce you husband and spouse. You could kiss your bride.”

Igor steps ahead, his beefy, sweaty palms reaching out towards me, however simply earlier than he reaches me, a loud explosion breaks the silence and all hell breaks free.

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