Folding my arms over my chest, I’m begging for a tear to fall.Not one tear touches my cheeks.
I haven’t cried in years.
I may have cried over a broken doll as a kid, or a cookie I couldn’t get, or a slice of cake they wouldn't let me eat.
A few miles from here, he might be staring out the window, not knowing how to proceed.
He sold my soul to the devil.
And yes, I’m perfectly aware that Callum is not my blood, and I’m not his blood.
And he didn’t owe me anything.
At least, he could’ve warned me, but how could he?
His priority has always been to protect himself.
And no, I won’t go along with their plan.
They need to marry someone off?
They need to go look somewhere else.
They have no idea what kind of hell I can unearth if they keep pressing me on this matter.
I have nothing to lose at this point.
They want to take away my freedom and my future? I dare them to do that.
Any of these men. And there must be others.
Just take me home for a week and live with me, see how it goes.
They have certain expectations? I have my own, too.
There is no place for aGoomah––Mafia mistress––in my husband’s life.
In fact, there is no place for any other woman in his life.I’ve seen how marriages work in this world, and I’m disgusted.
Ugh.
What a horrible development.
Callum stayed away from me, even refused to answer my calls. I knew something was up.
I didn’t quite have the perfect representation of what it might be, and it didn’t cross my mind that they’d come up with something like this so soon, but never underestimate people.
My dear, dear family.
Hell is not big enough to accommodate all of you.
I’ll deal with you, one at a time, and rest assured that Etna erupting will look like an amusement park next to the chaos my fury will unleash.
A soft sound travels through the open patio doors.
I glance over my shoulder as Nona walks in.
As much as I feel bad about chastising her, especially since I’m perfectly aware she plays no role in this, I need to find the truth, so I swiftly spin around and strut back into the room.
