Vow to Me: A Mafia Arranged Marriage (The Romano Empire Book 1)

Chapter Forty

Iexit the gates of my childhood home, determined to never set foot on the grounds again. I was limping from the brutality that I’ve been subjected to for the last five days as well as the fight I’ve just endured, so I decided to borrow a car from my dear old Dad.

My father had nine guards on the property, and I’ve just killed them all.

I did leave my husband a gift for when he arrives though. I liked the poetry of leaving him a gift. It’s what I did at the beginning of our union. It’s only fair I do it at the end too.

That asshole can go to hell for all I care, he’d rather believe anonymous sources over me, leaving me to be tortured and held against my will.

And while I may be done with the man that I once considered the love of my life and the Romano family, I can’t stop thinking about my visit to the bookstore before I was taken.

Once considered? Liar.

I shake my head and internally reprimand myself. I want nothing to do with him. Nothing, I remind myself as I reach for my phone that I took back from Alessi, he already made sure to turn off any tracking services so at least he’s done one right thing, this way my darling husband won’t be able to find me.

I press on Enzo’s name and bring the phone to my ear since my phone isn’t connected to the car.

“Hello? Izzy is that you?”

“It’s me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Izzy, I’ve been worried as hell. No one in the family is speaking to me because I told them you wouldn’t do it. I know you wouldn’t, Bella, so what the fuck is going on.”

“Not the time, Enzo. I visited the bookstore the day I was taken, Robyn had bruises around her wrists. You need to protect her,” I say.

“What the fuck do you mean she had bruises?” He growls in a deathly tone, and I can feel the danger emanating through his voice.

“Just keep an eye on her, En… oh, fuck!” I cry as a sharp pain ricochet though my shoulder as I sit back in my seat.

“Izzy… are you okay?” He asks, worry clear in his voice.

“I’m fine, but if you tell Luca I contacted you I’ll slice your neck from ear to ear in your sleep,” I threaten, but it’s weak since I’m in too much pain to put any real effort into it.

“Come back to the city. I have an apartment you can lie low in until you figure things out, and my brother can go fuck himself in my opinion, the stronzo should have had more faith in you sis,” he says before giving me the address and telling me to head to the nearest airport. Apparently, a friend of his has a jet I can borrow so I don’t have to drive, and since I don’t have any identification on me, it’s not as though I can just catch a commercial flight.

“Thank you, for everything,” I whisper before hanging up.

Looks like I’m going back to New York, let’s just hope it takes my husband a while to find me, since I don’t think he’ll appreciate the message left for him.