Chapter 3
Jia
Armand was sittingacross from me in the limo.
He gave me the occasional glare of annoyance. It was the type of look to kill.
It was the type of look that told me to be careful, be wary, be aware.
I just didn’t care anymore. He could kill me for all I cared.
He could just kill me, and if he didn’t I just might do it myself.
I was sure death was better than this.
This… me heading to Italy with a man I’d hated almost as much as I hated my father.
How did I get to this point?
How did I get here at this point in my life where I practically had nothing? Not even my God given right of choice. How could I be a grown woman of twenty six years old and be going through this shit?
The car careened down the road. We weren’t far from the airport now.
Another twenty minutes tops and we’d be there.
We’d fly by private jet at ten. I hated flying that way, usually for the company. Today would be the worst time.
It would be so much worse because it was just going to be Armand, me, the flight attendant and two pilots in the plane.
Just days ago Armand tried to rape me and here I sat with him enroute to Italy to be married in two weeks.
Yup.
That was my life. that was what I had to look forward to and worse, I had to do it knowing my father had killed the man I love.
I didn’t know if Xander was already dead, or if he was still alive. I didn’t know. I was assuming death. If he was still alive I figured it would only be a matter of time. He looked…. bad earlier.
That was a little over eight hours ago. He’d looked bad then and I didn’t think with all that I’d seen being done to him that Xander would last past the next hour.
It was so awful.
“Your thoughts are deafeningbellezza.” Armand suddenly snapped, cutting into the silence. His voice took on an edge that pierced through me.
It made me tremble. I guess it didn’t help that I was crying too, he would have hated that.
“What do you expect? Do you expect me to be as heartless as you?” I countered.
“I expect you to forget that prick and focus on the future. We’re getting married in two weeks and here you are bawling over your dead lover.”
Dead?
Christ it was true. Armand had confirmation. He’d spoken to Pa several times throughout the day, maybe he got confirmation that Xander… died.
God, no… please.
I shuddered inwardly hoping against hope that it wasn’t true.
“You know he’s dead?” I asked.
