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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Mya

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I fucked up so bad.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I stared at him and he looked back at me, his jaw clenched. What would he do to me? I’d never seen him angry. At least, not like this.

“Dario, I can explain?—”

He shook his head slowly. There was something about his quiet rage that was scary. What had Jonathan said about him?

That no one saw him coming, that his enemies never expected a thing. Finally, I saw what was so intimidating.

It was his silence as he studied you, knowing that he was trying to figure out ways to make you pay.

I had to think quickly. He turned toward the house, and I cast a glance at Jonathan who waved me away.

“Go with the crazy fucker before he shoots me again.”

“I’m so sorry,” I mumbled as I rushed to catch up with Dario.

Apparently, I wasn’t quick enough. He was already in the hallway when I caught up with him. He rounded on me.

“So, this was your plan? Sell me out to the highest bidder? What did Jonathan promise you? What was the plan, Mya? Have me killed so that you wouldn’t have to worry about me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I snapped. Then, a thought occurred to me. “Oh my God. You think I’m the mole in the household.”

He hadn’t cared. He didn’t bat an eyelash at the thought of murdering a man in front of me. The look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine.

A man could have been dead for daring to even talk to me. I had underestimated Dario in this way.

“Did you get what you wanted?” his voice was cold. I kept my eyes down. I couldn’t think of anything to say that would make things better.

“I wasn’t trying to betray you.”

“Lying isn’t your strongpoint, Mya.”

“I swear?—”

He turned to walk away from me, and I grabbed his arm to stop him. He pulled away from me.

“Perhaps it would be better if you did leave.”

I reeled back, I wasn’t expecting that. Would he let me leave? Willingly? Would he throw me out? I was showing. I was due in a couple of months.

Out there, I wasn’t safe. I’d been deceiving myself. Life as Dario’s wife wasn’t just scary because of Dario, it was scary because of his numerous enemies.

As much as it pained me, it was clear I was safer with him…at least for now.

My brain scrambled to come up with something to defuse his anger.

“I was just trying to secure our child’s future.”

“By flirting with one of my lackeys?”

“By forging alliances. If you haven’t noticed, you’re not very good at it. You shoot or stab people without a moment’s thought.”

He shook his head. “You’re lying. What was your plan exactly? Come on, let me know. I’m dying to hear what you thought Jonathan could do for you.”

I ran a nervous hand through my hair. “I already told you?—”

Shaking his head, he turned away from me. “This is ridiculous.”

“Dario—”

He turned back around and his eyes were so cold, I took a step back. “This conversation is finished. I can’t trust you; that much is clear. Of all the people you could have run to, Jonathan was the stupidest choice. If you want to get away from me so badly, I can make it happen. I can make sure no one ever finds you. Is that clear?”

I gasped. His eyes were cold and emotionless. And at that moment, I believed he would make good on his threat.

“You wouldn’t…the baby…what are you saying?”

He shook his head slowly. “Do that again, and there won’t be time for excuses or pleading. Do you understand?”

Without waiting for my response, he left.

I’d gotten myself into a situation I couldn’t handle. I didn’t know what to do next.

After all our guests were gone, later that evening, Dario yet again disappeared. This time, I was sure it was because he didn’t want to be around me. I didn’t blame him. He couldn’t trust me. I barely trusted myself.

What had been my plan? Jonathan hadn’t even been a real plan. He was just the only one who had seemed dumb enough to listen to me, to answer my questions.

I’d been desperate. I hadn’t been thinking and I made a stupid decision, a miscalculation. What had I been thinking?

And I’d almost gotten him killed. I didn’t trust myself not to make another stupid, rash decision.

That morning, I woke up early because I had an appointment with a new doctor. Dario, thankfully, wasn’t going with me.

I got into the car and sat down, staring out the window, wondering what the hell I was going to do next. That’s when I saw it. A small envelope sat there with my name on it.

Was it from Dario? My hands shook as I read it. It was from Matteo. And he was offering me a way out.