“I’ll tell you everything.”
*****
Savage
“My father wasn’t a nice person. When I was a little girl, he promised me to the son of a man that
wasn’t nice either,” she started.
I cocked a brow. “Like a forced marriage?”
She nodded once. “Where I grew up, business meant everything, even selling your own flesh and
blood to the highest bidder. But I was friends with a boy whose father is very powerful, more
powerful than my future husband and my father combined. We liked each other, the boy and I, so he
decided to help me escape. He took me to San Francisco, gave me a new identity, and I’d lived as
Gloria Morelli for whole four years.”
“Your old man didn’t look for you?”
Darkness shadowed her gaze. “He died before he could find me.”
I grunted. “What happened to your lover boy?”
That flicker of panic returned to attack her face. “He…turned out to be someone I should have
never trusted.”
“Why?”
“The same old story. Naïve little girl falling for the bad boy who had eyes only for her. She thought he loved her and could protect her, overlooking the bad, focusing on the boy. But with time, she
discovers it’s all there is in him. Bad. Evil. A real psycho. And when she tries to get away, to run for her life, she gets the bullet.”
Son of a bitch. Who fucking shoots his girl?“He shot you?”
Her fingers lingered on the scar on her chest. “He, like everybody else, still thinks I’m dead. I
don’t know why I survived that night, but I did. So I ran and changed my name again. I’ve kept a low
profile for the past couple of years so I wouldn’t be found. Not by what’s left of my family or him.
Luckily, he got obsessed with someone else and forgot about me. Then…”
“What happened?”
“He did something horrible to his own family, but they caught him just in time. His father put him
in a mental facility abroad where he’d live for the rest of his life.”
“Then why the fuck are you still scared of the son of a bitch?”
“I thought I was finally free, that I could finally live without having to look over my shoulder every second of my life.” She suddenly sobbed. “But a week ago, he escaped. He’s back in the country.”
I had to remind myself every word she’d been saying could have a lie. Every tear could have been
