The thought made me nauseous.
Late in the afternoon, the door opened, Rossi entered, still in his suit, but with fresh tension in his shoulders,he closed the door and leaned against it, watching me.
“You’ve been quiet,” he observed.
I pushed myself up slowly, wincing. “What do you expect me to say? Thank you for not killing my friend? Thank you for hurting me instead?”
He crossed the room and stopped in front of me. “I expect obedience. The wedding is in twelve days. After that, things will be different. But until then, you stay in line.”
I looked up at him, defiance still burning despite the pain. “And Lorenzo? Is he still alive, or did you change your mind once I was out of sight?”
Rossi’s jaw tightened. “He’s alive,for now,,he’ll never hold a gun again,never run after you again,th
