“Your wife?” I whispered, tasting the title on my tongue.
Cristian wasn’t suggesting, wasn’t asking, and wasn’t even demanding. He was telling me that, one day, I would be his wife, whether I wanted to be or not. I would be married to the Manhattan devil, would learn to kill innocent people, and would relish in the punishment that Cristian served.
Heat crawled up my neck, wrapped around my throat, and suffocated me.
If I’d thought I would ever be able to get out of this situation, I was wrong. The moment that Ben had stolen money from the Mafia boss, my fate had been sealed. I had been his for longer than I’d ever thought I was.
“Why?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Fear ran through every one of my veins, down my spine, into my bones, paralyzing me. I couldn’t understand why he wanted m
