s Gust

s of the past few days kept running through my min

the mafia but today, I have blood on my hands. I have always trie

ars flowing in my eyes,

lbow during the chaos. The injury hurt b

n't told me much about what was happening, or what was going on. I was left lost and trying to piece

iage with a cold and ruthless mafia and

the feeling that there was more to his family an

as something darker like he was holding back. And the way he never stopped to blame my father for ev

icious but I always felt like he was holding back a part of him, trying not to show his true face

e if I could handle what I

itated, debating whether I should answer it or not but before I

accompany me to a business dinner"

ust crossed my arms

dn't you hear me?

im and continued

me up in a tight grip off the bed, "When

t wanting to budge either, so I bit his hard and

nd fear bubbling inside of me. "I'm not one of your men,

s quickly as it came, it disappeared, replaced by his cold stone look on his face. "You have no idea what's going on, Elena. The only piece of advice I can

itterly, "O

ould happen to me but here I am covered in blood!" My voice broke as t

don't even know who I am anymor

"You didn't kill anybody! You were defending yoursel

sti

You did what you had to do t

ond as he continued, "This is bigger th

ou have against my dad? Tell me why you're dragging me into your world? Tell me why I'm forced to fight for my life, all bec

father knew exactly what he was doing when he brought you back into this world as my wife! He put you in this situation to save himself. You think I wanted

digest what I heard, "What do

tter anymore. You're part of this now whether you accept

more answers but then I realized something, Luca is powerful

o the anonymous message I got during our wedding reception. I didn't have much

Can I trust Luca? What if he is play