either. I am shocked to see the massive man dangling in the air. The chest behind me is heaving into my back.
“Don’t ever touch what’s mine,” I hear Uri growl over the music. His Italian accent has thickened in his anger.
He tosses the man backward, while still keeping a tight hold on me. I wiggle and try to land on my feet or turn in his arms but his hold is like steel. We are moving through the crowd as he pulls me along. The crowd parts for him like he is the king.
My eyes dart for the table where he and his bimbos had been sitting. I catch sight of the blonde and she’s sitting with a pout looking confused. I try shouting Uri’s name to get him to put me down but it is to no avail.
Uri cuts left and storms towards an elevator. A bouncer standing beside it pushes for the lift and Uri carries me on without breaking a stride. Once the doors close I wrap my fingers around his wrist.
“Stop this you brat,” he growls in my ear.
My chest is heaving now as well, but I heed the warning in his tone as I curse myself out for not bringing in my gun. I curse out loud as I realize my purse got lost in all the commotion. “Uri, my purse,” I start.
“My security is taking care of that mess down there. They will retrieve the purse and bring it up,” he says with finality.
The doors to the lift open again and Uri strolls out. Another bouncer opens a pair of double doors that lead into an office. Uri storms into the large space and the doors are pulled shut behind us.
My blood begins to boil as I remember why I am really here in the first place. I sag in his arms, losing all fight. I feel so small and vulnerable. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
I want him to want me. I need him to want me. I have no other options. I don’t want to have to run away and never see my family again. When the first tear falls I hate it and myself. Why have I chosen now to be weak? Why in this man’s arms?
Uri places me on my feet and buries his face in my hair. I stiffen and can’t hold in the sob that rips from my throat. I don’t know what it is about him that has unleashed these tears but they won’t stop now that they have started.
“Bella,” he breathes into my hair and I shudder. I hate that my body reacts to him even in my anger and agony.
~B~
“Bella,” I breathe into her hair. This is not like the Valentina I have come to know and it unsettles me. My voice is strained as I try to understand what is going on with her. “Valentina.”
I call her name and turn her to face me. I go to cup her face, but she slaps my hand away taking a step back. She glares at me through her tears. I frown at the sight, she shouldn’t have tears streaking her face. I feel almost violent with rage wanting to hurt the person who has caused her to come to this. Only I was not ready for the words that spill from her mouth.
“Why Uri,” she screams at me pounding her forearm into my chest. The blow stings enough to cause me to wince but I am still unmoved, despite her efforts. “Why did you leave me,” she cries.
My brows draw in confusion. Ah, so my little minx missed me enough to follow me. A smile tugs at my lips only to fall as she continues.
“Why Uri, you left me and now my father is going to announce my engagement to Raphael this Saturday. In two days he is giving me to another man,” Valentina cries.
She lifts her arm to deliver another blow but I catch it midair and drag her body to mine. “What did you just say,” I growl as I bend my face down to hers.
She hiccups searching my eyes with her big orbs. “Papa wants to announce my engagement to Raphael because you don’t want me,” she says in almost a whisper.
I slip my fingers in her hair at the nape, holding her in place. I feel the ice fill my veins. I don’t know what Don Vincent thinks he is playing at but he has just pissed off the wrong man. I look Valentina deep in her eyes so that she gets every word I am about to speak.
“You,” I
“Don’t ever touch what’s mine,” I hear Uri growl over the music. His Italian accent has thickened in his anger.
He tosses the man backward, while still keeping a tight hold on me. I wiggle and try to land on my feet or turn in his arms but his hold is like steel. We are moving through the crowd as he pulls me along. The crowd parts for him like he is the king.
My eyes dart for the table where he and his bimbos had been sitting. I catch sight of the blonde and she’s sitting with a pout looking confused. I try shouting Uri’s name to get him to put me down but it is to no avail.
Uri cuts left and storms towards an elevator. A bouncer standing beside it pushes for the lift and Uri carries me on without breaking a stride. Once the doors close I wrap my fingers around his wrist.
“Stop this you brat,” he growls in my ear.
My chest is heaving now as well, but I heed the warning in his tone as I curse myself out for not bringing in my gun. I curse out loud as I realize my purse got lost in all the commotion. “Uri, my purse,” I start.
“My security is taking care of that mess down there. They will retrieve the purse and bring it up,” he says with finality.
The doors to the lift open again and Uri strolls out. Another bouncer opens a pair of double doors that lead into an office. Uri storms into the large space and the doors are pulled shut behind us.
My blood begins to boil as I remember why I am really here in the first place. I sag in his arms, losing all fight. I feel so small and vulnerable. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
I want him to want me. I need him to want me. I have no other options. I don’t want to have to run away and never see my family again. When the first tear falls I hate it and myself. Why have I chosen now to be weak? Why in this man’s arms?
Uri places me on my feet and buries his face in my hair. I stiffen and can’t hold in the sob that rips from my throat. I don’t know what it is about him that has unleashed these tears but they won’t stop now that they have started.
“Bella,” he breathes into my hair and I shudder. I hate that my body reacts to him even in my anger and agony.
~B~
“Bella,” I breathe into her hair. This is not like the Valentina I have come to know and it unsettles me. My voice is strained as I try to understand what is going on with her. “Valentina.”
I call her name and turn her to face me. I go to cup her face, but she slaps my hand away taking a step back. She glares at me through her tears. I frown at the sight, she shouldn’t have tears streaking her face. I feel almost violent with rage wanting to hurt the person who has caused her to come to this. Only I was not ready for the words that spill from her mouth.
“Why Uri,” she screams at me pounding her forearm into my chest. The blow stings enough to cause me to wince but I am still unmoved, despite her efforts. “Why did you leave me,” she cries.
My brows draw in confusion. Ah, so my little minx missed me enough to follow me. A smile tugs at my lips only to fall as she continues.
“Why Uri, you left me and now my father is going to announce my engagement to Raphael this Saturday. In two days he is giving me to another man,” Valentina cries.
She lifts her arm to deliver another blow but I catch it midair and drag her body to mine. “What did you just say,” I growl as I bend my face down to hers.
She hiccups searching my eyes with her big orbs. “Papa wants to announce my engagement to Raphael because you don’t want me,” she says in almost a whisper.
I slip my fingers in her hair at the nape, holding her in place. I feel the ice fill my veins. I don’t know what Don Vincent thinks he is playing at but he has just pissed off the wrong man. I look Valentina deep in her eyes so that she gets every word I am about to speak.
“You,” I
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