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“Forgive me, mio amore,” I mutter, and then I press hard on the pressure point at the side of her neck.
She faints instantly, but as her eyes close, disappointment fills them, along with hurt. Two things I never wanted to see in her eyes for me.
“Forgive me, Willow,” I whisper against her ear as I hold her limp body against my chest. Shame fills me, and guilt sweeps through my soul. I really wish I’d left her alone.
I lift her up, set her in the back of my car, and get some ropes to bind her.
Chapter Thirteen
Willow
I sense him, feel him.
Feel his touch on my skin.
It’s everywhere, and I relish it. He touches me the same way he looks at me… like I’m everything.
I struggle to open my eyes. I know I’m dreaming. It feels like I am, like I’m caught in that slow-paced haze a dream carries. But if I’m with him… Donny, I’m okay.
The rough feel of his hands on my neck makes me snap open my eyes, and I jump like I’ve heard a loud noise. There’s nothing, and he’s not here.
But…where is here?
I’m sitting on a bed, a king-sized four-poster bed made of wood. The sheets that cover me are burgundy and silky. The room I’m in is large, like a hotel suite. It’s not my room and not a room I’ve ever been in before.
I glance down at myself and see I’m still dressed in my clothes from yesterday.
Running a hand through my hair, my fingers tangle in knots, and I wince. I’m sure my hair is the least of my worries though.
Where the hell am I?
I bring my hand to my head and think. I remember Donny. I saw him, but why… we broke up. I remember seeing him at the restaurant and cursing myself for being happy to see him.
As the recollection of that moment hits me, everything else does too, and I all but leap off the bed.
I remember it all!
Shit!The men chasing us. The danger. The danger Donny put me in.
The dangerIput myself in because realistically, it’s all my fault.
There were so many signs to tell me something wasn’t quite right with him. What more did I need than seeing the gun for myself?
But no… I liked him so much I just cast it off as him needing the gun for protection.
Now look at me, and where is he? He knocked me out and brought me to this place.
When I think of Lurlene, tears sting the backs of my eyes. What if those people come for her too? What if they go to her trying to find me? Shit, I can’t even call her—my bag is back at the restaurant in the break room. My bag with my phone inside it.
Oh God… what have I done? How could I be so stupid? I should never have gotten so involved with a man I didn’t know.
I walk around the room and stop dead in my tracks when my gaze lands on the archway at the end of the room. It leads on to a balcony.
I go out there and my breath catches in my lungs when I see nothing but the sea all around me.
“Holy fuck, where am I?” I can’t even guess, but for me to be where I am, I think I must be way on the other side of Sicily or somewhere. That’s just the thing. Theor somewherepart of that equation. I don’t know where I am, and that’s the problem. Baffled and bewildered I stagger away from the balcony.
“Donny,” I cry out.
