Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Diego is not my loved one.”
“He’s your husband.”
She loaded up the shotgun, looked down the barrel, and fired once, then twice. “He doesn’t love me and I don’t love him.”
“I thought women were supposed to like ... read into shit, and signals and all that?”
Liana turned the gun toward her brother. “Do you want me to shoot you as well?”
Enzo Jr. didn’t even flinch. Instead, he laughed. “Please, you would be so upset if you actually shot me. You’d probably cry, because you know Dad would be pissed. It would show a lack of gun safety.”
She turned back to the aiming board, and then put the gun down.
“Do you want to kill Diego?” he asked.
“No.”
“That’s good. That means you have resolved your anger issues.”
“I want a divorce,” she said. That was all she wanted, for them to go their separate ways. It was the only logical solution she could see for them.
“A divorce?”
She turned to look at her brother, who seemed incredulous at what she had just said. “What?”
“You do realize there has not been a divorce within the Colombo Mafia in quite some time. Even Francesco’s father before him didn’t allow it.”
She was aware that divorce had not been accepted within their mafia, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t demand it.
“I refuse to stay married to a man who considers me a doormat. You wouldn’t stay married to a woman who thought that about you.”
“I hate to break this to you, sister, but I’m not doormat.”
“Well, I’m not one either.” She turned to look at the guns, but the truth was, she didn’t want to fire any more guns today. She actually wanted to get the divorce started.
“Why did you even ... change?” her brother asked.
“You heard what Dad said. That he wanted this marriage to work, and the best way to get by with Diego was to just behave and be agreeable. I took his advice.”
“Before you start demanding a divorce, maybe you should consider giving Diego a piece of ... who you really are? Does he even know you can shoot?”
“No, he never asked, and besides, there is no way I am going back to him. That is exactly what a doormat would do, and I am no doormat.”
She was getting tired of saying and thinking that very word. She was not a doormat and she would not be treated as one.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. After last night, she didn’t stay long enough to sit down to dinner, which sucked seeing as Mia had probably painstakingly gone through the whole menu to make it autumnal feeling.
She would need to call her friends and ask how they were doing. Last night had not been fun for any of them. Mia had been having a laugh by showing them all the secret security cameras. They had stumbled onto the library where the men were, and just to have some fun, they listened. Well, the joke had certainly been on them, because it had not been fun to hear some of the stuff they had heard.
“Divorce is a pretty high demand,” Enzo Jr. said.
She turned to her brother. “Don’t worry. You can still be friends with him. I will not hold that against you.” She patted him on the shoulder and they made it out of the gun shed. Per her father’s instructions, she locked the door, typing in the security key that would keep it locked, then walked across the yard, all the way back to the house.
The weather had certainly changed in the last week. She wrapped her cardigan around herself, to keep from freezing to death. She felt so cold.
They went straight to the kitchen, and Liana entered first, then came to a stop when she saw her father and Diego talking. At first, looking at him, she felt that kick to her stomach that always seemed to happen when she looked at him. There was no denying Diego was handsome. Many women wanted to marry him, but arrangements had been made for her to be the one to take his name.
“Sweetheart,” her father said.
Part of her wanted to be sweet, bow her head, and act the role as she had been for the past six months. Only, that had resulted in her being insulted, and she was done playing a role he clearly didn’t appreciate.
“What’s he doing here?” she asked, and didn’t even turn to look at him.
“Honey,” her father said.
“What are you doing here?” Diego asked. “Running out on that party last night?”
“Be happy that I came to my father’s and didn’t go home and empty your safe and take off,” she said.
She had surprised him as she threw her threat right at him. Her brother and father had gone silent. Diego looked surprised.
“You know the combination to my safe?”