“You seem to care about him an awful lot lately,” he retorts, smirking at me through the rearview mirror.
I blush, but hide it behind my hair. “If you bring me to a safehouse, and he dies, I won’t ever get out, and Lucio will still follow me to the end of this fucking world.”
The smile disappears from his face. “I will kill him if it gets to that. I swear on my life.”
My nostrils flare. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He averts his gaze toward the road again when the back gates open for us after he presses a button, and we drive off the property.
I can’t help but turn around and stare through the rear window, wondering if Matteo is going to make it out alive. I don’t want to leave him behind. Despite the fact that he forced me to marry him as part of some revenge plot, he was right … I do care about him. A lot.
I can’t let him kill himself like this.
From the corner of my eye, I search the vehicle until my gaze lands on the gun in Franco’s pocket. Without thinking, I lunge for it, catching him off guard. The car swerves from left to right as we struggle for control of the weapon.
“Don’t!” he yells. “Mrs. De Silva, stop!”
I ignore him and grasp the handle, pulling it out, only to point it right at the back of his head.
“Drive back.”
“What?” he mutters.
“Turn around,” I bark.
“No,” he says.
I push the barrel further into his head.
“Think about this for a second,” he pleads.
“I did. I made a decision. Now I’m sticking to it.”
“You wouldn’t shoot me. You’ve never—”
I pull the safety off. “You think I don’t know how to handle a gun? I killed one of Lucio’s guards in thecemetery.”
His pupils dilate as he looks at me through the rearview mirror.
“I’m sorry, Franco, but you give me no choice. I don’t want to do this either, but I amnotleaving Matteo to die in there.”
“He’s not going to die,” he says.
“I won’t risk it.” I’m fighting the tears. “And if that means I have to shoot one of his men, then so be it.”
“Who’s going to drive the car then?”
“I will,” I retort. “Now drive if you want to live another day.”
Grinding his teeth, he finally does what I tell him to do, making a U-turn while the mansion is almost out of sight. It’s silent for a few seconds, but he keeps eyeing his phone.
I push the barrel into his skin even further. “Don’t even think about calling him. He’s busy.”
“What’s your plan once we get there, hmm?”
“I’ll figure it out,” I say.
