God, how does he have this effect on me?
I don’t even know this guy. We’ve only been married for less than a day.
“Are you already looking for a divorce,wife?” he asks with a half smile and tilted head.
“I didn’t say that,” I reply. “I meant, how long are we going to keep up this farce?”
He grabs a strand of my hair, surprising me as he tucks it behind my ear and gently caresses my cheek, and I nearly melt into a puddle on this hardwood floor.
“If it’s up to me? Forever.”
Forever? No, that’s not a possibility I even want to entertain right now, but if I go against it, I might anger this Mafia lord, and that’s not in my best interest, so I play along.
“What are you going to do about Lucio? He’s your enemy, right?” I ask.
“He is, yes,” he replies.
Short response. He’s definitely hiding his true motives. Maybe he doesn’t trust me as much as I don’t trust him. I don’t want to sound rude, but I wonder if he knows how far Lucio is willing to go for me.
“Lucio’s not going to let this rest,” I say.
“I’m well aware,” he replies.
“What if he comes for me?”
He doesn’t seem even remotely worried. “Then I’ll be ready.”
“I’m not joking,” I say.
“I wasn’t either. I know Lucio very well, I’m afraid. But he also knows not to anger me.”
“But he knows where I am now. He knows where you live, right?”
“Absolutely not.”
“But he’ll come for me, I’m sure of it. You two are enemies. I’m not safe here.”
“You are as safe as you can be here, Tesoro, with myguards and me watching over you. There’s not a place on this earth you are safer than you are here.”
His words are full of conviction, as if he wants to reassure me of his devotion to defending me. But I don’t want to be stuck here forever without the people I love.
“When can I have my phone?”
“Soon,” he replies.
Always those cryptic answers that mean nothing.
“What if I want to leave the house and go somewhere?” I ask.
He slowly shakes his head. “That’s not possible, I’m afraid.”
My brows flinch. “What do you mean?”
“Right now, it’s not safe to do so. I’m sorry.”
“Okay. What about next week?”
His nostrils flare. “I can’t make any promises.”
