Page 87 of Ruined Vows

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Three days? That’s not a date, that’s an endurance test.

I like a woman with stamina.

I like a man who knows his limits.

Then you’ll love me. I don’t have any.

A beat passed before she asked the question I was expecting..

Where are we going?

Her response excites me. She’s in my sights now.

Somewhere private.

That’s not ominous at all. Should I bring a shovel? Or a will?

Just heels. And maybe something green.

So it is a kidnapping.

It’s a getaway.

To what? A remote cabin in the mountains where you "accidentally" forget cell service, and my last known location?

Tempting. But no. There’s a roof. A view. And a bed I’d very much like to see you ruin.

Bold. Borderline delusional. Are you always this confident?

No. Just with you.

I finish my drink and lean back, watching the night sky stretch across the stone terrace like a bruise waiting to be touched.

It’s a getaway.

She’s quiet for a full minute.

Then—

To where?

Trust me.

You’re asking the daughter of a mafia don to “trust” a Serbian with secrets and a God complex?

Yes.

I stare at the screen. Then exhale. I don’t elaborate. Of course, it’s vague, just vague enough to piss her off.

Fine. But if you’re late, I’m setting fire to your car.

You won’t.

Watch me.

You setting fires for me, Bianca? I’m flattered.

I set fires for fun. Don’t flatter yourself.

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