Page 28 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Vincent

M y body is still high from the orgasm when I feel the blade enter my heart. She’s missed slightly, piercing the edge of it instead of straight through the center.

Confusion slams into me as I gasp for breath, tugging against the restraints holding my wrists as my strength begins to drain from me.

“Little - raven—” I gasp, not understanding.

My chest heaves, warm blood spilling from the hole, still blocked by the blade. I stare at it in disbelief as she stares down at me with tears streaming down her cheek.

“Was it - an - accident?” I ask, desperate to know.

She shakes her head and slowly slides off my cock. She crawls away from me, off the edge of the bed and stands next to me looking down on me as she begins to sob.

Gently, she pulls the blankets over me, tucking me as though she were my mother, taking care of me in the most loving way.

“Misha?” I choke, tasting blood at the back of my throat.

Celso bursts through the door.

“We have to go.” He snarls.

Celso… What is going on? Are they in love? Are they running away together?

“I can’t just leave him—” She sobs, reaching out towards me.

“We have to go. The gas is already filling the yacht. It’s not safe?—”

A woman walks in behind Celso and my heart stops.

“Mom, I thought you were going to wait on shore.” Misha cries. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

“I had to see it with my own eyes.” Amelia says, stepping close to the bed. Her beauty is still as striking as it was the day I left her for dead.

I can’t find my words, but my thoughts are spinning, and the world is spinning.

Celso grabs Amelia’s arm and pulls her away from the bed. “I told you to wait on the boat. Go.” He demands. Amelia stumbles away from me and leaves the room.

Celso reaches for Misha as well.