Page 18 of Indulge
“I can’t kill you,” I correct her.
She frowns, and it’s kind of cute. She clambers off the bed and rushes towards her purse on the floor.
I’m kind of relieved when she pulls out a cell and not a gun. Because from what I’ve seen and heard, she will fucking shoot me.
“Who you calling? Huh? No one is coming to your rescue now.”
Her eyes flash with hurt and I take a step forward, putting my gun away.
“Look, Bella. I’ve come all this way for you. There is no way out of this, so how about we make a deal?”
“A deal?” She looks up at me and my heart fucking stutters.
“Yes. You come back with me and my associate now. Quietly. And in return, I’ll make this marriage as easy as possible for you.”
I have no idea why I’m saying this. But my usual brutish tactics ain’t gonna work on her. She’s grown up in the mafia.
“Easy? In what way?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know, Princess. We can discuss it when we’re home. I ain’t done this before.”
She sighs and shoves her phone back in her purse.
“I don’t want to marry you, Irish.”
I press my palm against my heart.
“Ouch. Your words. They hurt.”
She giggles and I grin.
“Look. I’m not particularly fond of the idea either. We gotta do what we gotta do to stay alive.” I hold out my hand to her, trying to forge a truce.
I feel like one wrong move by me and I’m back to square one, and I don’t have the tolerance to be defied at every turn. I just need her to marry me. Keep the Quinns happy. Keep my brother safe. That’s it.
She places her hand in mine and sparks shoot up my arm.
“You know, Irish, I’m going to make your life hell.” She looks up at me with the prettiest smile.
I nod.
“I gathered that, Bella.” I lean in. “Just don’t forget that I can repay that favor tenfold,” I whisper, and she shivers against me.
“Now, let’s get out of here.”
I pull her hand and walk us towards the door. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, Drago shoots me a smirk, looking at our hands together and I shake my head.
“Bella, Drago. Drago, Bella,” I grunt.
They smile at each other but don’t exchange a word. Oh, now she decides she isn’t chatty.
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ROWAN
“Conan,” I hiss, elbowing him in the arm.
