Page 229 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet

“You expect me to accept the fact that my husband for all oftwo dayswants to turn himself in to the police for bail jumping when there are a thousand and one ways to avoid it?”

Something was darkening the edges of my vision, pumping my heart too fast and my breath too shallowly. It took me a moment to realize it was panic.

Fear.

I couldn’t fathom Dante teaching me to love him and live my life with him only to rip it all away from me just as soon as we found some degree of peace.

“This is the life,” he told me. “I made it clear to you over and over again. I can’t offer you anything but chaos, but I will love you through every single day of it.”

“I can withstand anything if it’s by your side, but asking this? Asking me to be okay with you spending months or evenyearsin prison awaiting a trial that the prosecution and judge had already decided you would lose despite the fact they had no concrete evidence? You’re not just asking me for some little thing here, Dante. You’re asking me to live my life without you.”

His eyes were dark and smoking, fissures cracked through the earth going straight down to the center of the world. “It won’t come to that.”

“You can’t possibly know that!” I cried, hands flying like birds under attack from some greater predator. “How can you even stand there andsay that to me?”

My entire body felt like it was about to come apart at the seams. Wildly, that bitter voice I hadn’t heard for weeks reminded me that this was why I’d closed down my heart. This was why I’d resolved to feel nothing because it hurt so fucking much when the good emotions corroded and went bad.

“Because I knowyou, my fighter,” he said, stepping closer, grabbing my arms even though I struggled against his grip. “I know mydonnawill hold down the fort for me while I’m away. I know you will fight every single moment to get me out of that place. I know that I’m one of the most powerful men in New York City and maybe US Attorney DennisstronzoO’Malley and JudgemerdaHartford have it out for me, but I have my own friends in high places, and I’m not afraid to call on them for help.”

“If your entire reason for going home is to help the Family, how do you suppose you can do that from jail?” I argued.

“I won’t be there for long,” he assured me, so calm, so collected while I was on fuckingfire.

I didn’t like the role reversal.

“If you have friends that can get you out of this, why go in the first place?” I challenged. “It’s possible to pay a fine for bail jumping. It would be hefty, but it’s not like you can’t afford it. If they can get you out of jail, then they should be able to stop you from going in the first place.”

His mouth hardened to a flat, intractable line. “I have to go in, but I’ll get out.”

“Don’t you lie to me, Edward Dante!”

“Hush,cuore mia, I am not lying. Do you think I want to be apart from you for even a moment? That my chest isn’t aching because I’ve already carved out my heart to give to you for safekeeping while I’m away?”

“Away, as if you’re going on vacation,” I muttered, so mired in fear and fury I couldn’t feel my body anymore. It was just one giant supernova of heat and mindless anger. “You’re going to jail. When Yara and I worked so hard to keep you out because there are people in there who want to kill you!”

“I can take care of myself.” His eyes were dark places in people’s nightmares as he spoke those cold words that clicked against his teeth.

I shivered despite myself.

There was no doubt Dante was as terrifying a man as I had ever known. Of course, I knew he could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to be in a position to have to watch his back every hour or every day.

I told him that, and he laughed grimly.

“I already do that. I’m acamorrista, Elena. I have eyes in the back of my head to watch for knives even during times of peace. There is no rest for the wicked because the wicked are never content with the status quo for long.”

“I won’t forgive you for going,” I told him recklessly, lashing out with my words because he still held my arms, and I really wanted to pummel him with my fists. “I won’t forgive you for leaving me like this. I left my whole life for you, and now, what, you’re asking for me to take it back?”

“Mai,” he snapped, shaking me a little as if I was losing my mind. Maybe I was. “Never, Elena. You are mine, and I am yours. No space or time will change that.”

“Death will.”

“I will not die in prison. If the great di Carlo brothers and Rocco Abruzzi couldn’t kill me, I doubt some two-bit criminals in prison will.”

“Don’t make light of this, please.” Usually, I loved his levity in every situation, but this was too much.

I was scared

I was scared because he had finally found the heart of me… the real me sunk deep under layers of armor. The real me who hadn’t seen the light of day in years. Or maybe, ever.