đź’ś Nicole
"You have got the gun on the wrong sister."
The words hit me, what does he mean wrong sister?
My body was frozen in the gunman's grasp, but my mind was an absolute riot. What the actual fuck was he doing? He just stood there, tall and terrifying, the smoke of gunfire hanging around his shoulder, and denied my existence in front of two entire mafia families.
He's playing a game. He's trying to save Grace. He's trying to save the alliance. He's sacrificing me. He doesn't care if I died? He doesn't care about me, he shouldn't care anyways, I shouldn't care either, I was already avoiding him and it didn't matter but the logic didn't stop the pain of his casual denial, especially after what had just happened between us.
He didn't even look at me. He just shifted his gaze and gave a dismissive flick of his head toward the back of the room. "I'm getting married to the one over there. The one near Marco."
