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Audrey's POV
I could still feel his hot breath on my face meaning he was still so close so why isn't he kissing me yet?
I slowly peeled my eyes open, my cheeks tinting pink in pure mortification as I took in the expression that was now on his face—pure mockery and disgust.
He chuckled, a dark and unamused one, " Women...always the same. You all will never miss an opportunity to get laid" he snorted, his hands dropping from my face as I burnt him.
Did he just insinuate what I think he is insinuating? How could he even think like that? How stupid can I even be, what was I expecting?
I couldn't help it as tears welled up in my eyes. I am a virgin, promised myself to remain a virgin till my wedding night and here I was fully ready to let a man I didn't even know touch me all because of hormones...I thought I had trained myself better than this.
"You'd better eat something, you would need all your energy for what's going to go down tonight" he dismissed taking a step away from my mortified self.
I desperately wanted to know what he was talking about but he had done his worst and I couldn't face him anymore.
"Please leave" I mumbled, fixing my gaze on the ground, wishing it would open and swallow me whole.
He didn't look surprised or the least affected by the words if he was expecting that. He took more steps backwards his eyes still fixed on me...he is trying to keep me on edge and sadly it is working.
"I will leave but just so you know you can't ask me to leave a room in my house once you move in tonight. You can enjoy this while it lasts" he is obviously mocking me now.
What the hell does he mean by when you move in tonight?
"I know you are desperate to start torturing me but I still have a day to myself" I responded, still staring at the ground.
He laughed, empty, dark, unamused but it was laughter anyway.
"You really think highly of yourself. Left for me you would have been dead in New York or probably running for your life with the police so don't give yourself much credit"
His words weren't meant to hurt me, not when I know how heartless and ruthless he is but it did anyway. It pierced right through hitting me hard.
"Just please leave, Dante. I don't believe any s**t you are saying"
"You don't have to but that doesn't change anything so I would advise you to prepare yourself. I am not as nice as Ivan" he was smirking now, his eyes taunting me in ways that I hated yet I could still feel my body wishing he would touch me.
When I didn't respond, he turned and walked out the door leaving it wide open like he knew exactly what I had in mind.
****
I knocked twice on the office door I was told belonged to Ivan.
"Come in" His baritone voice said from inside.
I swiftly pushed the door open, my baby from Dante's stunt fuelling me.
"You said the wedding would be held in two nights. Why is Dante threatening me about moving in tonight?" I immediately said I walked in.
Ivan glanced up. From the papers in front of me, a grok expression on his face that told me I may have just gone overboard.
"You should learn how to speak to me, Audrey. Especially when you know you wouldn't be dead the minute I say so" His voice was calm but I knew he meant every word.
"I am sorry" I quickly apologized. I already have Dante to deal with, the last thing I need is to get on Ivan's bad side.
His eyes moved down my body then back up, not in a s****l or predatory manner as Dante does, this was filled with curiosity and something that felt like
"Yes, you would be getting married to Dante tonight and you would also move in with him" He said softly as he didn't just drop a bomb on me.
"Tonight? Why? You said two nights from today, you can't just move it so suddenly" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.
How do you just marry a woman off you literally kidnapped?
"The attack on the woman today just confirmed that Sullivan is being very serious. Whatever it is that he wants for you, it is obvious he is determined to get ignored and we might be prepared for anything. Being with Dange assures your safety by at least 99.9 percent"
The confidence he had in Dante made me uneasy, he wouldn't be so sure if Dante wasn't the type of man I think he is.
Not only am I being forced to marry a man I don't know, I am also being forced to marry a man who might just be the scariest and deadliest assassin the Italian Mafia has...
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