Mila
Slap!
My five fingers left a red print on Luca's face. The moment my palm connected with his cheek, I froze, realizing what I had just done. I struck Il Don. If the guards had been around, they would have shot me dead on the spot.
He didn't flinch though. Our eyes remained locked, and an ugly smirk twisted across his face.
He gripped my wrist so tightly that I thought my bones might get broken under his rough grasp. “Should I take that as a ‘no’?” he asked, emphasizing the word no.
“What do I mean to you?” I asked, my eyes welling with tears as his grip sent unbearable pain through my wrist. I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grasp even more.
“Don’t answer my question with a question!” he growled, his tone laced with danger.
A hot tear slid down my cheek, burning
