It felt as if I had been dangling there for an eternity. I knew it hadn’t been that long. I had gotten a good look at the watch on the meathead using me as a punching bag. We had actually only been inside the warehouse for about twenty minutes.
I was really hoping my team showed up soon. I wasn’t sure how much more of this Vinnie and I could take. If they weren’t punching us, they were smacking us. And if they weren’t smacking us, they were kicking us.
They were taking turns.
“Not so full of yourself now, are ya?” Jeremy sneered.
God, I wanted to smack him so bad.
“Vinnie,” I gasped out through my pain when the thugs took a break on beating us, “Gino is such a better choice than this idiot. He might be young and cute, but he’s not a toddler. You won’t see him throwing a temper tantrum if he doesn’t get his way.”
“He…he sounds f-fantastic.”
“He’s Italian and a Delvecchio,” I responded with a grin as I rolled my head so I could see the man. “Of course he is.”
Vinnie wasn’t looking so good. The whole left side of his face was swollen and turning purple, and a thin trail of blood trickled down his chin from the corner of his mouth. I was pretty sure his nose was broken, as well.
“How you hanging in there, Vinnie?”
“Sto bene.”
Despite Vinnie’s assurance that he was okay, I knew he wasn’t. A few more hits and the man was going to go down.
“What did you say?” Jeremy demanded.
I blinked at the man before moving my eyes back to Vinnie.“Non parla Italiano?”
“No,” Vinnie replied.“Egli non sarebbe imparare non importa quanto duramente ho provato ad insegnargli.”
I laughed, because that was just too funny. Jeremy didn’t speak Italian. “You’re telling me that he was sleeping with an Italian mobster and he refused to learn the language even when you tried to teach him?”
“Sì.”
“Ciò che un fottuto idiota.”
Vinnie grinned. “Sì.”
“Speak English!” Jeremy stomped his foot.
I laughed again. “Scherzi a parte,Vinnie?Egli è un bambino di due anni.”
“Che cosaposso dire,” Vinnie replied. “Ero solo.”
I could understand being lonely, but even that wasn’t worth the little shit standing in front of us. The fuming was mildly amusing, though.
The gun Jeremy grabbed from one of the guards and started swinging wildly around the room was not. “I told you to speak English!”
Cold hard dread settled in my stomach when Jeremy pointed the gun at Vinnie.
Man, Jeremy was really mad at Vinnie. He grabbed Vinnie by the chin and moved up close until they were almost touching nose to nose. “No man leaves me,” Jeremy snapped. “I gave you everything, and you kicked me out of your life like I was a piece of trash.”
“You are a piece of trash,” Vinnie spit out, along with some blood.
Jeremy jerked back, but I wasn’t sure if it was the blood he was trying to get away from or Vinnie’s words. In that, I couldn’t really blame the man.
“I never made you any promises, Jeremy.”
“You were supposed to marry me,” Jeremy insisted.
