His Sandra?

The first thing that came into my mind was to scream 'murderer' and run away kicking him where the sun doesn't rise. But then an arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. And I saw those icy blue eyes, staring at me, so close.

"L-leave me." And again, I was lost. Even if my heart thumped with the sense of the danger, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, taking more of his masculine scent in my lungs.

I tried to fight. But his grip on me only tightened. Those intense cold blue eyes took a moment to roam my features, his thumb brushed across my jaw in a soft touch.

A shaky breath left me.

"What did you hear?" Deep Italian accent. The edge of it sent shivers down my spine.

Damn, he was mad.

Of course, he would be! I just overheard his dangerous secret. And he knew it.

What now? Will he kill me too? Burying his dark secret along with me?

My stomach flipped at the thought.

"Uh, I- I didn't hear anything. Not even a word," I stuttered, eyeing for an escape route, even