“None of them got to choose?”
“I think if they had been disgusted by the men they married, they would have fought it, but from what I’ve heard, they all were attracted to each other.” He smiled. “Like we are.”
She wanted to snort and deny it, but he was right. She’d been attracted to him from the start, but she wasn’t going to admit it yet.
“Mafia families are also known to marry their daughters off at sixteen.”
“God, that’s so young,” she said.
“It’s all we know.”
Rebeka looked away from him, afraid he might notice something in her eyes that she didn’t want him to see yet.
He chuckled. “I’m going to shower. They’ll knock and leave the cart out in the hallway. I’ll get it. Don’t open the door.”
She nodded and watched him walk away, then turned back to the TV but did not really see anything.
What in the hell was she going to do? Could she give herself to this man and live the rest of her life with him? He murdered someone in front of her, and she guessed he’d done it in the past and would probably in the future. That was what mafia men did, right?
Someone knocked on the door. She waited for them to say something, but they never did, so she stayed there.
Another thought she kept having was that these people were beyond rich. She was from the wrong side of the tracks and usually had to struggle to pay bills some months. She didn’t know how to handle maids and butlers. She vaguely knew what fork to use at dinner because she worked as a waitress, but there wasn’t much more than that.
Her cousin, Troy, came to her mind, and a spear of anger and disappointment filled her until she wanted to scream, and tears burned her eyes.
God, the things she’d done for that man, and he’d betrayed her in the worst way possible.
“What are you thinking about? You’ve got a dark look on your face.”
Her head jerked around to find Dominic in silky pants and nothing else. Her gaze slid over him. He was a ruggedly handsome man with dark hair and eyes, and his skin was a few shades darker than hers. He had very little hair on his chest but a little below his belly button, which sank past the top of the pants.
“I’m warning you, baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have you stripped and under me within seconds.”
Rebeka inhaled and looked away. She concentrated on settling her heart and slowing her breathing down because she didn’t want him to see his effect on her.
The bedroom door opened and closed, and then she heard the lock.
“Come here and eat, Rebeka.”
She drew in a shaky breath before she stood and walked over to the table. He put the trays on it and sat in one of the chairs.
“Would you like some wine?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
They had a pleasant meal together and then watched a movie before going to bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked when she felt him curl his body around her from behind.
“I’m holding my woman.”
“You can’t say that, Dominic. I haven’t decided anything.”
He grunted, and then she felt his nose in her hair. “You’ll get used to the idea eventually, baby.”
“Not if I decide I want something else,” she said.
He flipped her to her back and stared down at her.