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I flinch before I can stop myself. Not because of the volume.Because of the truth.
That’s what drove her to the altar. That’s what led her to kiss someone else.
But she needs to understand something. Because that’smytruth.
“Not even death would keep me from you, Isa. You should have known that, trusted that.”
Her face contorts, eyes glistening.
“I did. For a long time. Even when Mamma explained the full extent of your father’s betrayal and tried to convince me to let you go. I held on.”
Her voice falters, but she continues.
“I held on even when my father told me you wouldn’t come back. And he loved you more than his own daughters, because you were the son he never had.”
She exhales sharply, her breath shaky with anger.
“I started trading crypto to make money, so I could escape and come find you somehow. I even got a fake passport. So don’t you dare tell me I gave up on us.”
I know. I saw it all unfold, because I never stopped watching. While Uberto pulled strings to get her a new identity, I watched from the shadows, forced to scrutinize his moves from a distance.
Stepping in wasn’t an option. Not then. Not without putting her in more danger.
And in the end, none of it mattered. The Jackal got to her anyway.
Just thinking about him pulls something primal to the surface. Isa feels it.
Her eyes narrow, like she senses the shift in me. She’s fucking mine, and someone tried to take what belongs to me.
The weight of it hangs heavy between us. She picks up on it. And when she speaks, it’s not a question. It’s a challenge.
“Where the hell is Sebastian?”
The sound of his name on her lips makes my entire body tense. Something inside me short-circuits.
I step forward and keep going. She moves backward until her backhits the wall. Her eyes widen, but she holds my gaze.
I close the distance, lower my face until our eyes lock.
“Say his name again, and I’ll bend you over this bed and fuck you until the only name you can say, the only name you remember, is mine. You’ll be so full of me you won’t even know anyone else exists.”
Her breathing quickens, her chest brushing mine. The air vibrates between us, hot and tense.
She swallows, but lifts her chin in defiance.
“Where is he?”
No name this time. She knows better than to push me. She sees exactly what kind of storm she unleashed.
“Tell me,” she demands, voice tight.
She’s forcing herself to stay steady. It’s taking everything I have to do the same.
“If I had to guess,” I say, “he’s being eaten by vultures in the desert.”
She blanches.
“You killed him?”
