Chapter 22
Emilia
Dammit.
Why the hell did this keep happening?
What did it say about me?
…and why did I feel strangely drawn to this one?
When he told me he was going to come back and prove he wasn’t the man I thought he was –
Why did I feel a little thrill go up and down my spine?
Why couldn’t I just stay mad at him for not taking ‘no’ for an answer?
…okay, yes, partly because he was gorgeous.
And yes, he was completely different from any other guy I’d ever met.
Incredibly confident and charming…
But kind.
Sweet.
Earnest.
At the end of the day, though, he was still mafia.
Why couldn’t he have been a guy with a regular job? Just an ordinary hot guy who worked in a boring office somewhere?
There was also that thing he’d said at the end that made me think he might be different:
I swear it on the lives of my mother and father.
Like promises were sacred to him –
That he would never break his word.
I didn’t know quite what to make of that…
But it impressed me for some reason I couldn’t explain.
Still, I hated that he was going to plow ahead and do whatever he wanted, even though I’d told him ‘no.’
That part was all too familiar.
I prayed silently, PLEASE let this not be like last time.
PLEASE.