grinned. “Go ahead. Just know that you're a storm, Leila. And I’m the darkness that follows.”
My head snapped up, and my voice was pure venom. “It’s not a plan. I will kill you.”
He let out a low whistle. “Hope I get to taste you before that happens.”
A wink. A damn wink.
How was he so casual about this? He had slaughtered my family. Destroyed my life. And yet, he stood there, making jokes like it was nothing.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.
The rage boiled in my throat, but I pushed it down. Now wasn’t the time.
I would make him pay. But first, I had to survive.
“You haven't even told me your name,” I muttered. “Shouldn’t that come before a marriage proposal?”
He smirked. “Makros Crete.”
Oh, shit.
I had heard of him. The Italian Don who turned blood into an empire. The man whose name made even the most ruthless criminals hesitate.
Now, it was all making sense.
I scoffed. “Well, Makros, don’t call me ‘sunshine.’ I will never be your sunshine. My name is Leila Crawford. You do well to remember that last name.”
He stepped closer, offering his hand. I glared at it before looking away.
“I know who you are, Leila Crawford,” he murmured, dropping his hand. “I must say, you're not what I expected.”
I glanced at him, wary. “And what exactly did you expect?”
He shrugged. “Something... gothic. Leather pants, thick mascara, a cigarette in one hand, and a gun in the other.”
I almost threw up.
Me? Leather pants? Thick mascara? Lady Jenner would have killed me herself. I liked girly things. I liked pink so much, and I made ginger, and my gun was pink too. I liked flowery perfumes and listened to Ed Sheeran.
I shuddered. “God, no.”
He chuckled. “Glad to know I was wrong.”
Then, his expression shifted. “Now, go and freshen up.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“We leave for Italy tonight.”
I laughed in disbelief. “You think I’m going to follow you like some obedient wife?”
“You are my wife now,” he said simply. “And wives obey their husbands.”
I gritted my teeth. “That’s the most sexist bullshit I’ve ever heard.”
He smirked. “Would it help if I said please?”
“No.”
