Will goes silent. I sneak a peek inside the house but I can’t see him. It’s too dark. Will used to work as a hitman. He knows how to fight. How to kill. I have to be careful about this.
Slowly, I step foot inside but I don’t see Will anywhere in the foyer. I check the living room but he’s not there either. My footsteps creak on the hardwood floors as I head to the kitchen. Will needs to die tonight. It’s the only way I can move on with my life. It’s the only way I can be happy.
Ciara’s words hit me all over again. She will never give herself to me if I go after Will. But she doesn’t mean it. I don’t believe it.
And yet… I stop, hesitating right before the archway that leads to the kitchen. If I kill Will tonight, will that be the end of my marriage? Will Ciara truly never love me?
But I don’t need her love, I tell myself. I’ve never needed it.
Do I want it though? That’s the question that hits me in the fucking gut. Does my wife mean more to me than revenge? I’ve carried revenge with me for the past year. I’ve only been married to Ciara for a week. Not long enough to love someone. Surely not.
She can’t change me. I am who I am and I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t need my wife to love me to be happy. I just need revenge.
But… I still hesitate. I can’t get my feet to move. Will is in the kitchen. I can sense it. He’s waiting for me to go in there so he can kill me. This is my one chance to kill him and end this for good. Will dying would hurt both Gianna and Enzo. That would be sweet enough for me.
I still can’t step forward though.
What is Ciara doing to me? Why has she gotten under my skin? Why do I care?
If I step into that kitchen, I could die. At least then I’d be out of my misery. But I don’t want to die. I want to be in power. I want to take Will down.
I want… to be happy for once.
I hear a small creak in the kitchen. This is it. Will is in there. I just need to step forward and shoot him.
But I can’t.
I take a step back with a small gasp. What the fuck is wrong with me? This is my chance. This is my moment. Take it.
Instead, I keep backing away until I get out of the house and before I know it, I get back in my car and drive away.
It’s not until I’m near my house that I let out a loud shout. What am I doing? That was my one opportunity to take Will down and I couldn’t take it.
I park in the driveway and stare up at my house. Ciara is inside either waiting for me or not wanting anything to do with me. Why do I care what she thinks? I’ve never cared what a woman thinks of me before.
Fuck. She’s in my head. That’s a problem. This woman who once wanted me dead and now wants me to be her husband. She confuses me to say the least.
I step out of my car but before I can make it towards the front door, I hear footsteps behind me. Whirling around, I come face to face with Cormac. He punches me in the temple, knocking me to the ground. An intense pain spikes through my head.
Without a word, Cormac drags me down the driveway. I shake my head but his punch really did something to me. He lifts me to my feet and shoves me into the back seat of his car.
I sit up and kick at him but he punches me in the temple once more, knocking me to my back. Cormac grabs my hands and after picking up rope from the floor of the car, ties my hands together.
“You fucker,” I snarl.
He punches me in the face once more before getting into the front seat. I groan and try to sit up but my head is swimming. I can’t even see straight for a moment.
Cormac drives away from my house. I didn’t even get the chance to talk to Ciara. To tell her I didn’t kill Will. And now I’m being fucking kidnapped by her brother.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You never should have messed with my sister. You need to die, Marco. It’s time.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I made this deal with your dad. You’re really going to go against your own father?”
“You never should have made my sister cry. She told me about the other woman you’re in love with. That cannot stand.”
A cold weight hits me in the stomach. “She told you…” Fuck. Ciara, what the hell was she thinking?
