Rage.It rushes out of me like a volcano, all because of what I’m witnessing outside the apartment building across the street from where I parked, waiting for Caterina.It’s enough to suck the air from inside the car and tighten my chest until my heart’s about to burst from the strain. Sweat beads along my temple, and my skin becomes tight. I’m going to explode.They’ll find me here, dead of a heart attack or stroke, sitting behind the wheel across the street from where Caterina—my Caterina, nobody else’s—ducks away from her ex-boyfriend’s attempt at mauling her.He owes her his life for that. I’m not stupid. I know he wouldn’t have stopped at a simple kiss, and then I would have had no choice but to end his miserable life. All that keeps me from firing off a bullet into the bastard’s skull is the way she rejects him. I have the grim pleasure of watching her shove him away with both hands. The windows of my car are rolled up, so there’s no telling what she says, but her facial express
CaterinaI’m going to be sick.No matter how many times I look at this blown-up photo, it never changes. I need to stop staring at it, but I can’t, even if it makes me feel a little more nauseous every time I do.My first worry is my father. No matter what, he can’t find out. I’d never be able to explain myself. And then there’s Tatiana.Gianni notices what I’m holding and gestures for me to share it, setting down the little package he was carrying before crossing the room. “What’s the problem? Whatever it is, we’ll work it out together.”I want more than anything to believe him, but he’s a big part of the problem, so I’m not sure how he’d help—aside from promising to never touch me again, and I already know how it goes when he tries that. It’s a waste of time that makes us both miserable, and we only end up together in the end.“Promise you won’t get mad?”He arches an eyebrow, his mouth screwing up in a smirk. Even now, with my vision blurred, thanks to all the crying, I can’t look
“Would you take a breath and let me—”“No,” I snap, though I regret it when his eyes bulge. He’s breathing hard, barely controlling himself, and all it took was being questioned. Something as simple as that, and he’s ready to explode in rage.Backing away toward the door, I make up my mind. “I’m signing the lease on that apartment tomorrow. This was all a mistake.”“Caterina.” He throws his hands into the air, hands I’m afraid of again. He was stalking me. “What? You thought I was going to let you live just anywhere? If you’re this determined to live on your own, I could afford a much nicer place in a guarded building. I followed you from work, big deal. You can’t expect me to sit back and let you march into trouble.”This isn’t the first time I’ve imagined living in a cage, is it? I didn’t realize how right I was.Now, I see it all. “You’re just as bad as my father. Trying to control every part of my life.” It’s hard to breathe once the full weight of this sits on my chest. I’ve exch
GianniWhen I think I understand this girl, she leaves me wondering what the hell I was thinking, getting involved with her. The back and forth, up and down—it’s enough to make me want to throw her out on her ass and forget I ever set eyes on her.“Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispers, cowering like a trapped fox when the hounds have closed in.How dare she? She thinks I’ll let this go? Pretend this was only a misunderstanding? I’ve killed men for insulting me less than she has. Practically spitting in my fucking face after everything I’ve been willing to sacrifice.How does she repay me? Running from me in my own home. Forcing me to chase her down.And after all that, she thought a locked door would stop me from getting to her? Have we met? Does she not know me? As if I would let her get away. As if I wouldn’t stop at anything to make sure I have her forever.“You can’t run from me.” I’m panting, grinding my teeth, hungry for the sound of her apologies. To make her hurt.At the same
CaterinaOf all things, why would I dream about getting stung by a bee?That’s the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up. My ass is sore all over, but there’s a different sort of stinging, too. I must be imagining it.I don’t know where I am right away, and I’m afraid to open my eyes. Why am I afraid? There’s dread weighing on me, tapping the back of my mind when I’m still half asleep.Warning me.It doesn’t take long to figure out why once it all comes back. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Somehow, I did, and now here I am. Naked and in bed, but not the one in Tatiana’s room. This room has a masculine smell to it, and I recognize it right away.He brought me to his room. And he’s next to me. I hear him typing away on his laptop. His spicy, masculine scent fills the air.Right away, my heart flips, and I feel all hot and clammy. I don’t have any reason to, really—he’s working quietly, not bothering me. I’m sure he thinks I’m still asleep. And although he undressed me whi
I can do this.I’m going to do this.I only wish I didn’t feel like I have to look over my shoulder the whole time, like Gianni’s going to jump out from behind a trash can or something. I can’t trust him not to follow me around. And he expects me to give up almost everything.I can’t do that. I won’t. Even if it means I can’t be with him.The way it has all morning, the thought makes me feel sick. Why does he have to be the way he is? There’s a difference between being sexy and commanding and telling me what I can and cannot do. He might have relented for now, but I’m understanding the way he thinks. He’ll find another way to control me.Now I’m supposed to learn to live without him. I hate him for putting me through this.But not enough to walk into the building and up to the apartment I plan on leasing. I was just fine getting here and walking up to the front stoop, but this is as far as my feet want to carry me. It’s just a lease. I can do this—no, I need to do this.But what happen
Gianni“Boss?”The sound of Roger calling for me out in the hall is what breaks the resolve I’ve barely been able to hang onto once five-thirty came and went. That was more than a half hour ago, and there’s still no sign of her.She lied to me. She fucking lied to my face when she said she’d come home after work. I’d get a phone call if there was traffic or some emergency. Unless she was trying to avoid me.Which means that’s exactly what she’s trying to do. She’s too responsible for this to be anything but deliberate.I’m already halfway to the door before I bellow in reply. “What the hell do you want?”He was on his way across the hall and now falls back a step. “I had a handful of contracts for you to look over. The new shipments?” He extends a handful of folders.Folders I ignore. “I don’t have time for this shit right now.” The damn things could be written in Sanskrit, and I wouldn’t notice. I can’t care about anything but Caterina. Why isn’t she here? Why hasn’t she called?Did
“I’m sorry.”She squeezes my hand, groaning, and the sound threatens to break what’s left of my heart. Seeing her like this—the IV in her arm, the bruising and scrapes along the left side of her face, her arm, her leg—is almost worse torture than when I forced myself to stay away from her.There’s nothing I can do to take the pain away. I’m helpless, and I’ve never been a man who handles helplessness well.“What are you apologizing for?” When she licks her dry lips, I pick up the Styrofoam cup of water from the wheeled table next to the bed and guide the straw to her mouth.She takes a sip and tries to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “For not calling sooner. I was so out of it, and they had my purse. They didn’t give it back to me until I came up from getting all those tests done. I don’t even know what half of them were.”I could kick myself to death. There I was, cursing her, prepared to tie her to my bed and leave her there until she rotted. While she was alone here at the