I look down the hallway towards Gianna’s door. And for some strange reason, I don’t want to kill her. Maybe it’s her pretty face. Maybe it’s the way she seemed to accept her fate. Maybe it’s the way I felt awe-struck when I first laid eyes on her.
But I don’t want to kill her.
“You can still marry Gianna,” I say. “Take her with you. Get out of town. Make your mark on the world that way.”
Marco considers my words until he nods. “I could do that. Killing Gianna would be a waste. I can still use her. You’re right, Will. For a hitman, you provide good advice.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Take the girl to one of my other houses. It’s in Massachusetts. I’ll join you eventually but I’m going to another one of my properties in case Enzo catches wind of where I am. If he does, then he won’t find Gianna right away. I’ll text you the address.”
“It’s going to cost you more.”
With a sigh, he nods. “That’s fine. Just do as I say.”
After finishing our talk, I go to Gianna’s room. The sight of her scared, pretty face when I open the door makes me feel relief that I didn’t have to kill her.
And that’s a dangerous feeling to have.
Chapter Four
Gianna
The sight of Will’s bare face startles me. Without the ski mask on, I can see that he’s an incredibly handsome man. Light brown hair with a slight blonde tinge to it. Square jaw with stubble. Piercing blue eyes. He looks more like he belongs on the cover of a magazine than working as a hitman.
“You don’t have your mask on,” I whisper. “Are you here to kill me?” Why else would be expose his face to me?
“I was… until I convinced Marco to spare your life.”
I blink. What does he mean by that? “I don’t understand.”
“Marco was ready to be done with you after your brother came for you in such a short amount of time but I convinced him tokeep you alive. So, you’re welcome. Coming from a hitman, it’s a miracle that you’re not dead right now.”
Does he think I’m thankful for him? The farthest thing from it. He still kidnapped me. He’s still clearly a hitman from what he just said. This is the kind of person I will never be grateful for.
“Now, come along.”
“What?”
“You’re not staying here. We’re leaving.”
Slowly, I stand up. I have no other choice. I’m sure Will would grab me and throw me over his shoulder if he wanted to and that’s the last thing I want. What I do want is some class. Some grace. So I try to keep my head up as I walk past him but when our eyes meet, I quickly duck my chin, my shyness taking over me.
I can’t see Will’s face but I hear him huff and I have no idea what that means.
Marco stops us in the foyer. I flinch when he places his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “You will be mine soon enough, Gianna. But for now, you’re going to stay with Will so your brother can’t get to you. I will return in time to marry you. Remember that.”
I don’t say a word.
With a nod, he lets me go and Will leads me back outside. I could try to run but I know I wouldn’t make it far. Not in my high heels. Not in my wedding dress. Not when Will is much taller and I’m sure faster than me.
He doesn’t talk to me on the drive to wherever we’re going. All I feel is that I’m getting farther and farther away from my family. How is Enzo going to find me again when I don’t even know how he found me so fast in the first place? I have no idea how to leave him clues.
The stark realization that I’m on my own hits me and I can’t stop myself from crying. Will glances at me in the rearview mirror.
“Do you need a tissue?”
His question startles me enough to stop my tears. “Why would you offer me a tissue?”
