She blinks. “While we were together?”
“It started when we were together, yes.”
She pauses, considering, then shakes her head. “Fuck it. You put your hands on me. You lied to me. You manipulated me foryears with your fake relationship bullshit. You left me in that God forsaken hell. You deserve to die.”
As much as I hate him, Antonio looks genuinely remorseful. “I’m sorry, Gi. I should have told you what was happening, what Aurelio wanted, why I was constantly pursuing you, from the start.”
She falters. “Why didn’t you?”
He ducks his head, looks up at her with a softness and intensity that makes me want to punch him in the fucking face.
“In the beginning, I hoped you might fall in love with me like I fell in love with you, and it wouldn’t be an issue.”
“Just shoot him,” I snarl.
“Later, after you fucked me over and broke my heart, I didn’t care what you thought; I just wanted to stay alive. But in the year we spent together, before we began dating officially, I began to care about you again. We became friends, and it hurt me that you were still in love with Tommy when I probably spent more time with you in that year than he did in all the years you were together.”
Fuck this guy. “Pull the fucking trigger, Gi.”
The corners of Antonio’s mouth twitch into a sneer. “Tell me it’s not true.”
Gi shakes her head. “Antonio, you were next to me in that shitty little room. You saw me chained up. And you didn’t help me.”
“I couldn’t, Gigi. I would have gotten us both killed if I tried. But I will help you find the fucker who did this to you. I promise you that.”
For a long moment, she searches his face, and I think she’s going to relent. She moves toward him slowly, lowering the gun as she walks.
“You held me. You kissed me.”
“FUCK.” I slam my palm into the concrete over and over.
“Tommy, no.” She warns me off, waving the gun at me, then continues walking toward Antonio. “You acted like you were my friend. Then you told me, ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t have a choice.’ The next thing I know, I’m tied up naked to a bed and in a drugged haze until my fiancé rescued me. My REAL fiancé.”
Fiancé? Did she just say fiancé?
I’m staring at her, my heart pounding, lost in visions of her wearing white at the altar for me, when she presses the muzzle of the gun directly on Antonio’s bare thigh and pulls the trigger.
Instantly awake, I shove her out of his reach and kick Antonio’s legs out from under him as he lunges for her.
Breathing hard, both Antonio and I stare at Giovanna. She brushes a tear off her face brusquely and hands me the gun.
“FUCK, Gigi.” Antonio grips his thigh, trying to stem the flow of blood.
She bends down, yanks Antonio’s belt out of his pants, and throws it at him. “Don’t die.”
I frown. “Why are you helping him?”
“Tommy.” She’s standing at the door, ready to go.
Antonio grunts. “Can you at least call the doc in here?”
He held her? He fucking kissed my girl?Fuck him. I shake my head at him. “Nah, you can bleed out.”
She stares at him. “I’ll let you live on one condition.”
He looks pale, pulling on the belt wrapped around his leg and grunting. “What’s that?”
“When we let you out of here—”
