The cottage is way tooquiet after Grant leaves.
My mind is spinning out of control . . . trying to figure out what to do.
I sit on the edge of the sofa, rocking back and forth.
Pacing is out. When I was previously doing it, Nico kept pulling his gun on me to stop.
I’m not sure how he thinks he’s any better than Lorenzo, but I’m not going to tell him that. The man is completely unhinged.
My wrists ache.Zip ties will do that.
Yeah, apparently, in his big rescue plan, he’s decided that keeping hostages wasn’t the same.
This whole thing is insane.
And if all this wasn’t bad enough, my hands are numb.
Nico stands near the door with his shoulders squared and his jaw locked.
He doesn’t look at me.Maybe he can’t.Might remind him I’m a person, after all.
“What the hell are you doing, Nico? You know Grant is using you?”
Nico’s gaze drifts to the window. He’s obviously choosing to ignore me.
“Kidnapping me makes you no better than who you think you’re rescuing me from. You do know that, right?”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you? Or are you just Grant’s lap dog?”
“Better than being an Amante dog.”
“‘Cause Grant is an angel?” I bite the inside of my cheek and try a different approach. “Why am I here? Other than to save me.” I roll my eyes.
Nico’s mouth tightens, but he doesn’t respond. He’s probably under strict orders.
I laugh. “You have no idea what you’ve done. But it will be fun when you find out.”
His eyes finally cut to me. “Do you ever shut up?”
I lean forward. “What’s wrong, Nico? Already in over your head?”
Nico holds my gaze now, steady, like he’s daring me to keep going.
Okay, I will.
The room tilts.
“Lorenzo’s going to kill you . . .”
“Actually, he’ll be the one to die.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. I try again, voice thin and strangled. “What did you just say?”
Nico shifts his weight.
“He forced you to marry him. He deserves to die.”
