Liz blinked at her, confused. “To punish him.”
Rosa raised her brow. “By killing this girl?” She pointed her index finger at the blonde, whose face had turned green as if she were about to puke her guts out.
“Yes, he has been cheating on me for four months with her!” she snarled.
“Okay, but he did cheat before, right?” Rosa asked, and when Liz nodded, she continued. “So if you kill her, you go to jail—for life, may I add—and he stays out of prison with all his assets and all his women.” She folded her arms, and asked, “What’s the point, then?”
Liz blinked a few times, opened her mouth, and then closed it, as her attention focused on her husband once again as if seeing him in a new light.
“Is he rich?” Rosa probed.
“Yeah, we have a business together,” Liz said, the gun slowly lowering.
“So divorce his ass and live your life.” Liz cast her eyes down, and in a swift move, I ended up close to my woman, wrapping my hand around her waist, while Vitya, who lurked in the shadows, came behind Liz and disarmed her, gently taking the weapon away.
People stood up, screaming and calling the police, as the manager ran to us. “Thank you so much. We’ve already called the authorities. They should be here any minute now.”
Rosa squeezed my hand tight, as she whispered, “Dominic.”
Exhaling a loud breath, I kissed the back of her head as she shivered. Then in few short steps, I reached the table with the cheater and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Listen to me, asshole.” He gulped, his eyes full of fear. “You won’t press charges against her, and you’ll pay any fine. Is that clear?”
He stayed silent, so I choked him a bit, and he nodded. “Yes, clear.”
Letting go of him, I continued, “And then, you agree to the divorce and give her half of the business.” Resting my hands on the table, I finished, “And if you don’t do all of these things, you’ll have to deal with me. Dominic Konstantinov.” He clearly had no clue who I was, but my voice, and stance, and Vitya behind me, were enough to get my point across.
Clicking my fingers, I said to Vitya, “We’re leaving. Now.” Then I grabbed Rosa’s hand, practically dragging her to the exit.
“We didn't finish our food, and we were in the middle of a date,” she protested. She tried to dig her heels into the slick floor, but couldn't manage it.
“It’s over,” I stated, scaring anyone who wanted to come closer to us.
This whole fucking date was a stupid joke. This evening turned into a disaster. At this pace, I would never win my woman over, so my original plan of kidnapping was the way to go.
Vlad held the car door open for us. I hauled Rosa’s ass inside. Then the door closed loudly, finally leaving us in silence as the black panel separating the driver from viewing anything that happened in the back seat slid closed.
“What do you mean, no dating?” Rosa got right into my face, our thighs pressed next to each other as she furrowed her brows. “One awful date and you give up on wooing me?”
“That back there was a disaster. I couldn't even sit still before the crazy chick showed up, all those smells and voices.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Then why did you take me there?” Our shouts echoed in the enclosed space of the Mercedes, our tempers escalating.
“Because that’s apparently the best place in town.”
She chuckled, but it lacked any humor. “I hate seafood.”
Say fucking what? I called Damian specifically for this information, hoping to surprise her in a good way. “Damian said you did.”
She huffed, raising her chin. “Maybe he doesn’t know much about me either.”
“This just proves how wrong this idea was,” I said, exhaustion in my voice as her head slammed back, as if I slapped her.
“Fine, then. It ended rather quickly.” Her eyes didn't meet mine, as she pulled her dress lower, or tried to at least. The damn thing was too short to cover up her thighs in a sitting position.
“What ended?”
She wiggled a finger between her and me. “Our so-called relationship.”
Running my hand over my face, I prayed for patience I just didn't possess. “Rosa, don’t wake up the monster in me. We will never end. I’m just kidnapping you. Vlad,” I barked. “Airport.” The car slowed down for a moment then turned abruptly, indicating he heard my command.
