A woman marries into a mafia family and engineers her own divorce to escape, believing she has finally outrun that dangerous world. But her husband refuses to let her go and puts a bounty on her head, turning her bid for freedom into a deadly chase.
Divorced? What divorce? The air turned to ice. My heart seized for a second before I pointed calmly at my friend. Chloe. She's the one getting a divorce.
Chloe didn't miss a beat. Right. My husband cheated. I was just asking Avril for help. His Adam's apple bobbed. The sharp, interrogating edge in his eyes softened into He must have been thinking about what he had been busy with. It all came back to Angelina.
He sat down by my bed and took my uninjured hand. His palm was hot, his knuckles trembling slightly. The Salvorii bastards who did this, I'll make them pay tenfold. I just hummed in response. And from now on, I don't care what I'm doing. I will always answer your call.
I looked down, my eyelashes hiding the emotion in my eyes. Okay, I know. He seemed to want to say more, but didn't know how. He sat in stiff silence for a while before finally asking,
When are you being discharged? Five days, the doctor said. I'll be here to pick you up in five days. He said, his tone absolute.
I'm clearing my schedule. I'm taking you home. I looked up at him and smiled.