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Chapter 11

Tori

After Angelo tells everyone to leave, even Tiny and Big Ricky, I find myself alone in the living room with my new husband.

God, this is not what I meant when I said I’d do anything if you’d help me out of the impossible situation with Giorgio.

Angelo removes his tuxedo jacket and drapes it over the back of a couch. “Sit down, Vittoria.”

I walk to the other side of the coffee table, so it’s between us, and cautiously take a seat on one of the black couches.

The tree’s branches throw ominous shadows through the glass ceiling, and it makes a shiver creep up my spine.

What do I do? How do I even begin to process this nightmare?

Panic keeps flaring hot in my chest, and with every passing second, my dread grows.

Angelo doesn’t join me immediately, but instead, he walks to a side table where a bottle of whiskey stands. He pours the brown liquid into two tumblers, and picking them up, he brings a glass to me.

“Drink every drop. It will help settle your emotions.”

Like he cares