Page 13 of Ruined Vows
“Maybe,” she agrees slowly. “So what do you have planned? How are you going to scare a man who comes froma world we know nothing about? He’s Serbian, and their country is nothing like ours.”
“We have things in common,” I say, deadpan. I mean, he is from a civilized country. And we’re both in organized crime, so there’s that.
“Like what?” She asks.
“Our families are in the same business, for starters. I mean, we all know what that’s like.”
“There is that,” she chuckles. She knows all too well what our families do and what they are capable of doing. I’m sure Amara counts her lucky stars that Pietro saved her from having to marry the Serbian, but now, I’m in the hot seat.
Fuck.
I can’t hate her for following her heart. I admire her for it.
She’s a sweetheart, and I love her. And soon, she’ll officially be a part of our family.
“I’ll figure it out as I go. I’m not worried. He might look scary, but I can hold my own.”
“Well, I’m here for you if you need anything. You had my back, and my Grandmother is doing great.”
Her grandmother is one lucky woman to have Amara. Amara put her life in danger to protect her. Neither of us thought we’d leave the warehouse alive that night. There’s nothing like a shootout to drive home the fact that our world has a very dark underbelly.
“I’m so happy to hear that. Have you told her about the baby yet? I’m sure she’s tickled.”
“I’m waiting until after our wedding, she’s old school.”
“Gotcha. I can’t wait for you two to tie the knot. What kind of wedding do you want?”
“I’m not sure, after you told me about Abigail’s, I think we should elope. It might be safer. I mean, the Borrelli curse is alive and well.”
“Well, I’d love to be your bridesmaid.” The fucking curse.Thank god I saved Abigail when Vivian held a dagger at her throat. Talk about a dark wedding.
It’s funny that she mentioned the Borrelli curse. I wasn’t a believer of it, but it just so happens that my brother’s women have all been attacked after they fell in love with them. I’ve always dismissed the curse because it applies to them, not me.
Right?
Actually, I’ve never even considered the possibility that it could apply to me.
“Well, I’ll figure it out soon enough. We need to get together soon. I miss you!” she says, interrupting my black thoughts.
“I miss you, too.” Then, changing the subject, “You must come see my new condo.”
As much as I love my new home, I’m stumped on what to put in it. It has the bare necessities. Alena has offered to help me decorate it, but I wanted to get a feel for the space before deciding what to do.
Maybe I have difficulty with commitments. The thought of a colored wall and permanency makes me nervous.
“I will. Let me know when! I gotta go, but we’ll talk soon. You need to check in, y’know,” she says, “we’re strict about that!”
I chuckle. She’s throwing my line back at me. Amara is the sister I never knew I needed.
“You got it.” I ring off.
She’s happy, which means the world to me. And I know I will be too… eventually.
My life has always revolved around my family—except for the two years I spent studying the ‘other arts’ in Switzerland.
My training was meant to help the family. I excel at languages, weapons, and martial arts. I translate foreign contracts for Matteo and help with negotiations as needed, but it’s not a full-time job.
I had friends, but they all ended abruptly when training ended, leaving me isolated.
