Bound by Temptation (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles #4)(47)

“Wrong?” I asked.

“Yes, wrong,” Fabiano muttered. He released me and I rubbed my arm. He was strong.

Was something wrong with me? Maybe that was the problem. I’d done many wrong things in the past. I’d slept with Romero, even though we weren’t married. Maybe this was punishment for my sins. The pastor in our church would probably have said so.

“Why aren’t you freaking out? Why did you just say okay? Do you even realize what you agreed to?”

I wasn’t aware I’d agreed to anything. How could I have when nobody had ever asked me about my opinion? “Because there is nothing I can do.”

“Bullshit,” Fabi said, stomping his foot. Maybe not as grown up as I thought.

I almost smiled, if my face had been capable of movement. “When did you start swearing so much?”

“All the Made Men do.”

“But you aren’t one of them yet.”

“But soon.”

I nodded. That’s what I’d feared. Father seemed keen on ruining both of our lives.

“And that doesn’t even matter right now. You can’t just accept this marriage. You have to do something.”

“What? What can I do?” I asked with a hint of anger. That brief burst of emotion scared me because I preferred the numbness.

“Something,” Fabiano said quietly, brown eyes pleading with me. “Anything. Don’t just accept it.”

“Then tell me what I can do. You are the future Made Man. Tell me.”

Fabiano averted his gaze, guilt on his face.

I touched his shoulder. “There’s nothing either of us can do.”

“You could run like Gianna,” Fabi burst out.

“She got caught.”

“But you wouldn’t.”

“I would.” I was nothing like Gianna. I wouldn’t even last one month, probably not even a week. I wasn’t a rebel. I didn’t even want to leave this life behind. There was no way I would survive on my own for long.

But maybe I wouldn’t have to be alone. Romero could come with me. He knew how to evade pursuers. Together we could make it.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Fabi asked with a boyish grin.

“Remember where your loyalties are,” I whispered. “This is betrayal. If Father finds out, you’re going to be punished harshly.”

“I’m not a Made Man yet.”

“But as good as, you said it yourself. They will judge you as they would a Made Man, and that would mean death.”

“Father needs an heir,” Fabi said.

“Father will soon have a young bride who can give him plenty of children. Maybe he won’t need you after all.”

Fabi made a gagging sound. “It’s like he’s marrying you. It’s sick.”

I couldn’t deny it. “Benito Brasci is older than Father, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know. He looks ancient.”

“I should go up to my room,” I said absent-mindedly. I needed to talk to Romero. Fabi didn’t stop me as I walked up the remaining steps and headed for my room.

When the door closed after me, I feared for a moment that I’d actually burst into tears, but the stopper keeping my emotions in held fast.

I fumbled my mobile out of the bottom of my travel bag and dialed Romero’s number. My hands shook and when Romero didn’t pick up after the first two rings like he usually did, I could feel panic slip through the cracks in my numbness. He didn’t know I’d call, but I couldn’t help but worry that something had happened to him. Or that he’d found out about my engagement to Basci and didn’t want anything to do with me. What if Luca had known all along? It was possible that Father had told him on the phone and Luca hadn’t mentioned it because he knew Aria and Gianna would make a scene.

I was sent to voicemail and quickly hung up. I hadn’t even put the phone away when the screen flashed with Romero’s name. Taking a deep breath, I answered.

“Lily, are you okay? I was in a meeting and had the phone on mute.”

I slumped against the wall at the sound of Romero’s voice. It calmed me but at the same time it made me realize what I could lose if I had to marry Basci. “Father has chosen a husband for me,” I said eventually. I sounded like I was talking about the weather, completely detached.

Silence followed on the other end. I couldn’t even hear breathing. I didn’t dare say anything, although I was bursting with fear and anxiety.

“Who is it?” Romero asked in a low voice. I wished I could see his face to get a hint about his emotions. He sounded as emotionless as I had.

“Benito Basci. You probably don’t know him, but--”

Romero interrupted me. “I know him. I met him during a gathering last year.”

“Oh,” I said, then waited but again Romero was silent. Why was he so calm? Didn’t he care that I was going to marry another man? Maybe this had always been a distraction for him. Maybe he’d never intended for us to have more than…what? An affair? I felt dirty just thinking about it. “He’s much older than me.”

“I know.”

Of course Romero knew but I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“I thought,” I said hesitantly. “I thought we could…”