Page 60 of Brutal Vows

His gaze rakes over me, head to toe. He growls, “No, viper. You look more like a fucking land mine.”

“If that was an insult, I didn’t get it. Now please. Shut.Up.”

A low sound of aggravation rumbles through his chest.

Working as quickly as I can, I thread a needle with unwaxed dental floss and make small, even stitches across the wound to close it. Instead of tying a knot at the end, I snip the floss with an inch left over, then tape it to his skin on both ends.

When I feel him looking at me, I know he’s about to demand an explanation, so I beat him to the punch. “It will heal better if the sutures aren’t pulled too tightly. Knots make them pull.”

“How do you know that?”

I mutter, “Years of personal experience on my own body.”

I’m about to draw away, but he grasps my wrist and holds it, his grip firm but not tight.

Startled, I look into his eyes.

They’re blazing with emotion.

He says gruffly, “I’d like to kill him.”

“Who?”

“Your husband. If he were still alive, I’d kill him for you. And I wouldn’t make it quick.”

That takes my breath away.

I stare at him with my lips parted and my heart hammering like mad, feeling as if I’m balancing on the edge of a high cliff,gazing down into an endless abyss below me, dangerously close to tumbling over.

Before I can say another word, Quinn releases my wrist, rises, yanks his shirt and suit jacket from the back of the chair he folded them over, and walks out of the kitchen.

THIRTEEN

REY

Two hours later, there are two dozen more armed guards patrolling the grounds. Leo, Quinn, and Gianni are locked in the study, strategizing. I’m in the kitchen, making dinner. Mamma is upstairs, asleep, and Lili is in her bedroom, doing God knows what.

She’s probably still in shock. When she came up from the basement with Gianni, she was white as a ghost and shaking badly.

This was her first experience with the darker side of Mafia life.

She’s been pampered and protected since she was a baby, attending only exclusive all-girl private schools with other children of wealthy families, surrounded by bodyguards and watchful eyes. Scarsdale is less than an hour from Manhattan, but has only about twenty thousand residents and almost no crime.

She hasn’t been exposed to death in any meaningful way. Her grandfather was killed before she was born, her mother died in childbirth, and herzioEnzo, well…

She didn’t see him die, either.

The point being that she’s never seen this kind of violence. I thought she might faint when she saw the bloodied body lying facedown in the middle of the foyer when Gianni brought her up to her bedroom.

This has been quite the day for her.

For both of us.

I can still see Quinn’s face when he said,“I’d kill him for you.”I still hear that rough, urgent tone in his voice, see his burning, beautiful eyes.

All of it will be seared into my mind forever.

No one ever tried to help me. Everyone knew what was happening, what Enzo enjoyed doing to me, but nobody ever intervened. I was his wife and therefore his property, and in the Cosa Nostra, you can do with your property whatever you like.