Page 44 of Relentless Oath
“By the way, tell Mya I said, hello. That was real cold-blooded to marry a dead cop’s wife. Nice.”
With that, he walked away. His cockiness unnerved me. What did he know that I didn’t?
Most importantly, how had he managed to get so close to us without me knowing? How had he known where I would be?
And his parting words…take care of yourself? Had that been a warning or a threat? I couldn’t trust anyone.
I didn’t want to take his “crossfire” comment seriously. In my line of work, someone was always after me, but maybe this time it was different. Was I on someone’s hit list?
Then I saw Mya coming back. What a coincidence. Where had she been while Matteo sat here trying to get a rise out of me? I studied her.
How much did I really know about her? Yes, I had her under constant surveillance and had watched her from a distance for years before that, but how much did I really know about this woman?
Her eyes were guarded as she came and sat across from me.
“Who was that at the table?”
She seemed genuinely curious as if she didn’t know, but I didn’t trust her. I didn’t believe in coincidences.
Someone was trying to kill me and it hurt to say, but I suspected Mya was involved.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mya
After the doctor left,it was as if all the emotions I had tried to keep in check decided to gather in one place and release themselves all at one time.
On any given day I went from feeling guilt and disgust at being married and pregnant by Dario to fearing for my life and that of the baby.
Dario’s world was cruel, dark, and bloody. What type of mother would let her child be born into that type of existence?
Feeling like a failure, I had fallen into a deep depression, as if everything was happening around me rather thantome.
My emotions felt like they were in a heightened state. I found myself withdrawing completely, scared that at any moment, I would burst into tears or scream at someone.
For this reason, I retreated, staying away from Dario, not sure how he would react to my fickle range of emotions.
I wasn’t afraid of him. I was just afraid of what he could do. He already controlled every facet of my life.
He kept me prisoner in a palace, for goodness’ sake, and didn’t let me leave unless I was accompanied by him or one of his many men.
But the more I kept my feelings at bay, the more I denied all the emotions I felt, the worse I felt. It had gotten to the point where I could barely eat and sleep.
This stress, I knew, was terrible for the baby. I couldn’t tell Dario how I felt, but I could confront him about the computer files, even if I didn’t know what was in them. I needed some sort of leverage.
I had learned, unfortunately, that as his wife, I couldn’t testify against him if I saw him commit a crime, so that left me with just one option.
I knew what I had to do, and then I would be free, far away from him. I could then focus on being healthy and sane for myself and my unborn child.
I didn’t think I could do that with him hovering over me. I needed more leverage. I needed him to know what I’d done. I needed to know what was in those files.
He seemed tense when I returned from the restroom. His mouth was fixed in an angry line and as I approached, he looked at me differently.
Although there had never been any tenderness in his gaze before, he looked at me now as if he didn’t recognize me.
His eyes were cold, guarded. In fact, as I sat myself down in the booth across from him, his body language seemed to scream at me to stay back.
What had changed? I’d only been gone a few minutes.
