She snickered. Life or death moment, and she snickered. “I did tell them something. Now they can go buy Dominic a truck load of granola bars and have it delivered to his office. Imagine his face.” She giggled.
Marco sighed. “You need to take this seriously, Sophie. We are in deep shit right now.”
“No we’re not.”
Here it is. She’s finally going to admit what she’s after.
“You’re in deep shit. I’m expendable.” Calm, flat tone. My stomach clenched tight, making my breath catch.
Marco sounded agitated. “No. You're a Don’s daughter and another Don’s wife.”
She laughed softly. “I am neither of those things. I am unwanted, unneeded. I hold no value. I never have. It is what it is, Marco. I have accepted it.”
Marco grounded out, “That’s bullshit.” He was breathing heavily. I could tell he was really pissed now.
Shit! This had been the wrong fucking move!
“Marco? Will you do me a favor?” Her voice softened.
“I’ll do my best, Sophie.” His voice was still tense.
“If you get a chance to escape. Take it. Don’t worry about me.”
“Fuck that! Someone had better be coming for both of us!”
Marco was right. Fuck that! I wasn’t waiting anymore. I had my answer. And then some.
I gave the order to move in.
Chapter 6
Sophie’s POV
Shortly after the conversation with Marco, I heard loud noises coming from every direction in the warehouse. Gun fire, shouting, cussing, and loud banging noises.
Marco spoke up. “Here comes the cavalry.” He had a smirk on his face.
I wasn’t holding my breath. Dominic could use this as his opportunity tolosehis wife. An unfortunate accident. She didn’t make it out alive, but his man did. No one would think twice about it.
Marco looked pretty banged up, but he appeared to be in good spirits. We were sitting next to each other, about two feet between us, in fold out chairs, tied with our hands behind us.
Loud noises and talking sounds moved closer to us. I didn’t want to die, regardless of what others may think of my behavior. But I wasn’t going to plead or beg for life. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t fight on my way down, but I wouldn’t beg for my life. At this moment, I hated my father. Hated him for the life he gave me. I was disgusted with my mother for not fighting more for me, for herself. And Serena? I wished her the best karma had to offer her.
The door to the room we were in burst open, loudly. And there in the doorway, in an oppressive stance, stood my husband. It really was a shame. He was a gorgeous man. In a suit. In a black t-shirt and slacks with blood on him, like he was wearing now. Pretty much anything he wore, he looked like the perfect specimen. But he was out of reach. Well, he was out of my reach. I could feel a pang in my gut. I knew what it was. Wishful thinking. For a moment. I allowed myself a moment. Then he spoke. And ruined it.
He was staring at me coldly, “Couldn’t even save yourself in a crisis moment, could you?”
I heard Marco mutter, “What the fuck?”
That brief fantasy, of hoping my husband, fake or not, came to save me, vanished.
“Well, you could just leave me here and take Marco with you. Say you tried to save your wife, but you were too late. I’m sure no one would question you.” My voice came out soft and calm, but inside I wanted to scream at him. To be fair, I hadn’t felt this kind of anger in a long time. I had learned to shut off and accept this shitty life as it was. But how dare this asshole act like I wanted any of this!
If anything, he looked even more dangerously livid.
Marco spoke up. “Could someone untie us?”
I could tell he was trying to interrupt whatever was going on with Dominic, but I could care less. Maybe he wanted to slap me too, like that brute had. It had hurt, and I probably had a mark on my face, but really it was nothing compared to the abuse Serena doled out on me. She hadn’t raised a hand to me in two years, but the last time she had, she had punched me in the stomachuntil I fell to the ground, then kicked me while I was down. We have avoided each other like the plague since then.
