I shake my head. “Yep, that sounds like my wife, alright.”
“What do we do?” He coughs up more blood.
“You? Nothing. You wait here until the clinic comes tohelp you, and they’ll get you patched up.”
He grabs my arm. “You have to save her.”
Even though he didn’t listen to my commands, and he should be reprimanded, I can’t help but feel guilty because he’s been wounded in a battle I wanted to keep him and my wife away from. This was my mess to deal with, and I involved the two of them because I couldn't let go of a grudge, and now they’re the ones who paid the price.
He squeezes me. “Leave me. Go get her.”
I nod. “Don’t die on me.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t. I swear on it.”
“You’d better keep that promise.”
I get up and walk to the back of the car. Opening the trunk, I grab a bunch of leftover guns that I gave Franco in a case of emergency. I couldn’t let him drive off with my wife in there without a contingency plan.
I’m not gonna let Lucio run away with Stella and do fuck-knows to her. I’ll fucking follow him into the depths of hell if need be, and get backmywife.
STELLA
I kickthe car doors as hard as I can to try to escape.
“Settle down,” one of Lucio’s men barks at me, swatting with his free hand while trying to drive with the other.
My hands and feet have been zip-tied, and I can’t fucking move, but that won’t stop me from trying to free myself.
Lucio is right there in the passenger’s seat, and when I get out of these restraints, I’m going to wrap them around his neck and choke him myself, that bastard.
“You’ve evaded me long enough, Stella,” Lucio tells me. “Do you know what it cost me? I can’t even wield a gun in my good hand anymore, let alone my own damn cock,” he says. “I have to use my left hand now, and it fucking sucks.”
“I don’t fucking care!” I shout back.
He strikes me right in the face, and it makes me gasp in shock.
He hit me. He actually hit me, just like he did back when I was still his fiancée.
I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be mistreated like that.
Almost.
“You should learn to keep your filthy mouth shut when a man is talking.”
Bastard.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“When we’re home, we will get reacquainted with each other’s bodies, don’t you worry.”
Fuck. Just the thought of him having his way with me just so he can get his hands on my father’s money makes bile rise in my throat, but I won’t allow myself to become a victim a second time.
“Over my dead body,” I yell, kicking away at the car. “Let me go!”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckles. “So you can run back to your shit-faced husband.”
“You will never be even half the man Matteo is, you absolute piece of shit,” I say, and I spit at him.
