Seeing him, emotions flooded through me—anger and fear—and fear won, for I hurriedly began to crawl towards the counter, but then he grabbed my legs and pulled me back, tugging on my arm to face me.
"Gia, fuck it, I searched for you everywhere; where the hell have you been?"
Tears fell, hot and hard, damping my yellow gown so that it clung to my body; the shooting had stopped; there was no movement behind the counter; and I was becoming scared for Matteo.
"Gia, talk to me!" Aaron's voice was laced with so much concern that I wanted to throw up in his face.
"Let me go, you monster."
"Gia!"
I snapped my hand away from his hold, but he grabbed it again, and I gritted my teeth close to his face, "I saw what you did; you betrayed my family."
His face fell now, and he searched my eyes, asking, "Is that why you ran away? Gia, how could you believe I killed Venditti?
"You did nothing," I almost yelled. I turned to the counter, and still, there was no movement. Dear God, I only hoped he wasn'
