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Boone had stopped them. They had now finished their ice cream, and she had nothing to distract herself with.
“How lucky they are to be in love, to have a family, to walk around so free without fear of being hurt?” he asked.
This made her look up at him. No one ever talked or stated the reality of what she lived. She licked her dry lips. Lucia felt the tears start to pool in her eyes.
He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back.
“Can we keep walking?” she asked.
“You felt trapped and you envy those who are not?”
Did she even dare answer that?
“Boone?”
“Lucia, you do not need to hide from me. One day, you are going to see that I am on your side.”
“No one is on my side.”
“You’re married to me. I’m on your side, and when you realize that I have ... saved you, that you have nothing to fear, you might start to trust me with all your secrets.”
He let her chin go but took her hand, and this made her frown even more. What did he mean, he was on her side? He was going to take down the Bonaldis, and she was part of it. None of this made sense.
They finished walking through the park and made their way back to the car. He helped her into the passenger seat and climbed behind the wheel. The moment Boone sat behind the steering wheel, she turned to him about to ask a question.
He held a finger up. It was silent.
“Get out of the car, and start walking,” Boone said.
Lucia didn’t question him. It was something in his tone.
She immediately climbed out of the car and began walking. Within seconds, Boone was by her side. Lucia didn’t know what was happening. They crossed the street, and she recognized one of his men.
Boone nodded his head. She turned to look at him in time to see that. She was pushed into the back of the car and just as she was about to ask what was going on, she heard it. The car they had been sitting in moments ago exploded right before her eyes.
Her husband didn’t stop, and they were already on the road before the last of the explosion took place. Lucia gasped and she turned in her seat to see the car burning. Someone had set a bomb in the car. Was it a bomb, or had someone shot at it?
“What just happened?” Lucia asked.
Boone wasn’t answering. She looked toward him, but he was not panicking. He looked so very calm as he pulled out his cell phone. He wasn’t even shaking. Someone had tried to kill them. Someone had been intent on blowing them up, and he was not reacting.
He pocketed his cell phone and spoke to the man in front, informing him to take them home.
She wanted to ask so many questions and couldn’t help but look behind her. It was pointless, the burning car was no longer in view. Someone was trying to kill them. Were they after her or Boone? If Boone’s men had been there, why hadn’t they stopped it?
She had no idea what was going on, or what game was at play.
Who was her husband?
There were no answers right now. She had no choice but to press her lips together, fold her arms, sit down, and wait. She hated this.
Someone had tried to kill them, and Boone was acting like it was nothing. What if they had been killed? What if ... Boone had been killed?
Lucia tried to make sense of her feelings. Was this a hit by her family? By Bonaldi? Their marriage was supposed to create peace, so she didn’t know why someone had attempted to blow up their car.
They arrived back at his apartment building, and there were men to escort them to their apartment. She felt her heart racing.
Stepping inside the apartment, she expected someone to inspect the place in case there was another bomb, only that did not happen. Boone closed the door after talking with his men, and that was it.