“Everything’s going to be okay.”
She pushed herself into the corner and shook her head. “No, it’s not. It will never be okay.”
He decided not to fight her right then. “Let’s put this on.”
He carefully moved toward her and ignored her flinch when he reached out. “Easy. I’m just going to put this around you. It will cover you and help with the shivering.”
She let him put the sweatshirt around her back and then helped get her arms in it before he zipped it up.
“We’ll get you taken care of when we get back to the house.”
“Whose house?”
“The Macleans.”
Her eyes widened. “Aren’t they one of the mafia families in the city?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a Maclean?”
“No, I’m a Moretti. My sisters are married to a few of the Maclean men.”
“I know that name, too. I’m dealing with two mafia families now? Maybe I’m better off with the other guy.”
Dominic grunted. “You’ll find out more about all of us. You’re in the right hands. Just do what I tell you, and—”
“I want to go home.”
Chapter Seven
He sighed and looked out the window to see if the guys were coming back before he turned back to her. “You’ve got to know that the life you had is over. Your new life is with me.”
She started crying and shaking her head. “No, I don’t believe you.”
“What do you think will happen if you return home, baby? Are you going to forgive your cousin? What about Marino? He thinks you’re his, and he won’t stop looking for you until I put him in the ground.” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but she needed to understand how her life was now.
“You’d kill him?” she asked.
“In a heartbeat, if I was protecting you or my family.” Fuck, it was taking them too long. He got out of the car to look for them. “I’m going to go check.”
Dominic exhaled when he saw the guys come back around the corner. He relaxed when it looked like they were all there and they hadn’t lost anyone. It was then he noticed the glowing sky behind the men. The warehouse was on fire.
“Let’s go,” Graham said. “Follow us.”
Dominic waved and got back into the car. “Follow them.”
“You got it, boss.”
Dominic glanced over at the girl. It was hard to see her in the dark, and he only got flashes of her when they went under street lights.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Rebeka.”
“I’m Dominic. How old are you?”
“Eighteen, just about nineteen.”