Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
He stared at his father.
The hatred he’d buried down all of his life slowly rose up, coming to the surface. He had always hated this man, but he’d used his feelings to fuel his need to kill. To eliminate him.
Now, looking at him, those feelings weren’t going away or disappearing.
In order to protect the woman he loved, Marcus had to kill him. Antonio had to die.
Lifting his gun, he stared at the man, knowing he would never get true satisfaction in his death.
“You can’t kill me, Marcus. I’m the capo. You will be hunted down like a rebellious dog and slaughtered.”
“No, I won’t. Because I will make sure the family knows what you did to my wife. You think I don’t know these plans of yours go against The Boss? I wonder how much he really knows of what you did to Laura’s parents. Of the manipulation so you control the Davis empire, and your uses for it.” With a single bullet to the head, Marcus watched his father die.
It was too easy.
He wanted to bathe in the bastard’s blood, but he was going to have to make do with simply seeing him dead.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed The Boss’s number. He was one of the few people who had it, and as he waited, he knew he’d taken a risk with murdering his father.
For Laura, he would do anything to keep her safe.
Now, he only had to make sure she knew his feelings were true.
Chapter Twelve
Laura paced up and down as she waited for Marcus to return to her. She’d drunk several sweet teas, but still her hands shook.
The guard was inside the door, guarding her.
He held a gun within his grasp, his face stern as he watched her pace.
“Have you heard anything?” Laura asked.
“Not as yet, Mrs. Giovanni.”
He hadn’t changed what he spoke in the past three hours. The doctor who had even dared to take her child from her was locked up in the basement, and she couldn’t even hurt him either. They had pulled her away, bringing her into the movie room, and she wouldn’t have been able to focus on the movie. Who could?
Someone had tried to take her baby from her. She put a hand on her stomach and took a seat. There was no way she would ever forget the feeling of helplessness as the men held her down.
Rosa, poor Rosa, was gone, and there was no way she could even thank her for everything. This night had been one of the worst.
She didn’t even see marrying Marcus as one of the worst moments. She didn’t hate him, not anymore. If she ever did, she couldn’t remember the feeling. Well, she could remember the feeling, but now it seemed so stupid. Marcus hadn’t deserved the hatred she’d given him since they’d been married, or even before.
Tears filled her eyes as she watched the clock. He had to come back to her. There was no way she could live with herself if something was to have happened to him. So much time had been wasted on petty arguments, and all because she’d not been able to overcome her problems and her feelings.
Marcus could be killed.
No, she wouldn’t believe that.
I need to apologize. To make up for all the horrible things I said to him. He never hurt my mom, but I made out it was him. Like he had a choice but he was a child.
She gasped, pacing the room still.
“Any news?”
The guard said the same thing.
I’m not going to waste another moment.
She went back to staring at the clock, hoping to get another chance. It wouldn’t make him return to her any faster, but she felt sick to her stomach.
He had to come back to her.
There was no way she could do this without him. She’d make so many changes. He wasn’t a bully or a monster. He was her husband. The man she loved more than anything in the world.
The door to the sitting room opened, and in walked the man himself. Laura got to her feet and rushed toward him.
Not caring about how big her stomach was, she threw herself into his arms, holding onto him.
“Tell me everything is going to be okay. We’re going to be fine and nothing is going to go wrong.”
He held her tightly, his large hands running down her body, cupping her ass before moving up toward her shoulders once again, and gripping them. He moved her back so she had no choice but to look him in the eye.
“Marcus, what is wrong?”
“Leave us,” he said, without breaking eye contact.
Her heart was racing now as all the possibilities rushed through her head.
“What is going on?”
Once they were in the room, he cupped her face, and slammed his lips down on hers. “There is no way I want to live in this world without you. I don’t know what you did to me, Laura, but I can’t do it.”