“We’ll pick something to watch together after we eat dinner.”
She nodded and then turned to watch the TV.
The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her more than she already was, but she needed to know what the situation was.
Chapter Fifteen
“Hey, baby, I had a visitor today.”
Rebeka turned to face him. “Who?”
“Victor.”
She stiffened and felt her stomach tighten with anxiety. “Wh-what did he want?”
“You.”
“What did you say to him?” She didn’t know if she should feel better that he was so relaxed or not.
“I told him that you were mine, and there was no way I’d let you go.”
God, that terrified her but also made her desire grow. Her heartbeat picked up, and pressure felt like it twisted her cervix at the thought of having this man touch her.
“What did he say?” she asked.
“He’s not going to give up. I even told him both the Moretti and Macleans were involved, but he has always hated losing to me. He’ll keep going until he has you, or I kill him.”
The thought of that revolting man touching her made bile rise in her throat. She’d rather be dead.
“What are we going to do?”
“I have a meeting with the Macleans tomorrow morning, and we’ll come up with a plan. If you feel up to it, I’d like you to meet my sisters afterward.”
“I’d like that.” She hated being alone, and the thought of making friends would help her situation and make her feel less lonely.
“Can you tell me how long I’ll be with you?” she asked.
“Baby, I already told you, forever.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t mean that. You don’t even know me.”
“We’ll get to know one another as time goes on.”
“Why can’t I just stay with you until the problem is taken care of?” She felt her scalp tingle when he started to play with her hair.
“Because you’ll never be safe, baby. Even if I get rid of Victor, who’s to say one of his men or a family member of his won’t come for you?”
She sighed. “What if you find you don’t like me?”
He cupped her chin in his hand. “Listen. Mafia families are known for marrying their kids off, usually to someone the women and men have never met.”
“Th-that’s like something that would happen two hundred years ago,” she sputtered.
“The mafia has always been this way. My sisters were married to men they’d just met.”
“All of them?”
“Yes.”