Page 6 of Brutal Vows
Lili’s eyes well with tears. She nods again, swallowing hard, her face contorted with misery. She whispers, “I know.”
My heart breaks for her.
She’s a fool. A young, reckless fool, but I understand her completely.
I was young once, too. I had dreams once, too. I had needs and desires and a wide-open future that stretched out ahead of me like a golden, glimmering dream.
Until all the beautiful dreams were destroyed by the cold, killing weight of a wedding ring.
I gather her into a hug, pulling her close and wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
“I don’t know how you got him in here,” I murmur into her ear, “but make sure no one sees you when you get him out. I can buy you ten minutes, maybe fifteen, but no more. Meet me in your father’s office. Wear your blue dress, the one with the pearl buttons. Smile and look sweet. Let me do the rest. Deal?”
Nodding, she sniffles. “Deal. Thank you,zia.”
Hearing voices drifting up from the courtyard below, I release Lili and hurry to the bedroom windows. I nudge aside the curtain and peer out.
Below on the circular driveway, a shiny black Escalade is parked in front of the fountain. Two of my brother’s armed guards stand several feet away from a man I don’t recognize.
He’s big and barrel-chested, larger than both of the guards, but he has a friendly smile and manner. Clad in a black suit and shiny black oxfords, he cuts an imposing figure.
The guards and the man continue to speak. One of the guards pats him down, searching for weapons, then all three of them nod. The guards step back, the driver rounds the car and opens the passenger door, and another man clad in black exits the vehicle.
My breath catches.
This man is leaner than the first. Just as tall and wide-shouldered, but not as bulky. A quarterback to the other’s defensive lineman.
His hair is dark gold. It looks carelessly styled, as if he dragged his fingers through it instead of using a comb. His beard is a darker shade, closer to bronze, covering an angular jaw. One of his nostrils is pierced with a small metal ring.
He’s incredibly handsome. Half aristocrat and half bare-knuckled street fighter, he exudes a kind of raw, brutal power, unmistakable even from this distance.
Clearly visible above the collar of his starched white dress shirt is a spiderweb tattoo.
He glances up at the window and catches me staring.
Our eyes lock.
My heart skips a beat.
And in that instant, I know with dark certainty that I’m gazing into the eyes of the man who will tear my family to shreds.
TWO
SPIDER
I get only a glimpse of the woman in the window before the curtains fall back into place and she disappears, but the image of her is seared onto my retinas.
Dark hair, red lips, olive skin.
A black, low-cut dress.
Acres of cleavage.
And eyes that glittered silver in the afternoon sun like the flash of coins at the bottom of a wishing well.
She can’t be Liliana, the lass I’m here to meet. I’ve seen pictures of her. She has a sweet, innocent face. A shy, lovely smile.
The woman in the window looks like she’d only smile if she were slitting your throat.
