Page 80 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“No. That’s not what I’m saying. I’ll get Seamus to take you to the airport. The family jet is waiting for us. I’ll meet you there.”

“But what if you get held up?”

“I won’t. I’ll be there, Sienna.” His eyes widen; he wants me to believe him.

“How? What if this can’t be resolved tonight?”

I’m disappointed at the vulnerability in my own voice. Is this what Kyle has done? Has he thrown a protective arm around me, promised to take care of me, offered me bodyguards and safe passage to Ireland so that I lower my barriers and stop fending for myself? Anyone can climb into the back of a chauffeur-driven car, board a private jet, and disembark at the other end, clean, well-rested, and woozy on expensive champagne.

So, why am I making such a big fucking deal out of it?

“It will. I promise. It’ll all be a misunderstanding. The NYPD won’t be able to pin anything on Cash.”

It isn’t lost on me that not being able to pin anything on him isn’t the same as saying he has done nothing wrong. I’m reminded all over again that this way of life… This isn’t what I wanted.

I can’t spend the rest of my life waiting for a phone call to inform me that someone I love has been killed.

“And if it isn’t a misunderstanding?” My voice is small.

I have no idea what Cash has been arrested for, but it isn’t going to be for something as mundane as shoplifting or failure to stop at traffic signals.

“I’ll sort it.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. I can feel his heart beating in sync with mine. “I’ll be there.”

He releases me and checks his phone again.

“I have to go. The flight is cleared for take-off between eleven-thirty and midnight.”

“If you’re not there by midnight?”

I already feel myself pulling away from him. Rebuilding the wall that he’d so easily demolished last night. Self-preservation.

He left me once before…

“I want you to stay on the plane and go to Ireland. I’ll make sure that someone is waiting to meet you at the other end, Sienna, I promise. Go to the family home and wait for me there.”

“Sounds as if you already know that you’re not coming with me tonight.”

I feel inexplicably crushed. Stupid, stupid, stupid, for letting him in, so that he could hurt me all over again. How do I even know that he didn’t plan this down to the last detail: the phone call just as we’re about to leave for the airport, the disappointment in his eyes.

I have to stay, Sienna. I can’t leave now.

“No, that isn’t true. Please believe me. Iwantto be there. I want to travel with you tonight, Sienna. I want it more than you’ll ever know. I love you.”

I see it in his eyes, and I realize that I’ve known it all along.

Because I feel the same way about him. It’s as if he tethered my heart to his in the nightclub six years ago, and the silk ropes knotting us together have been there ever since.

“It’s just, this is family…”

Despite the knots, this is the way that it will always be…

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

“Good girl.”

It’s hard to believe that these two words have sent tremors of excitement down my spine before and made my pussy drip with anticipation. Now, they sound flat.

“I’ll send Seamus up for your luggage. Promise me that you’ll wait here for him.”

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