Chapter 7

Inside the luxury car, Angelo held me in his arms. He wrapped a thick cashmere blanket around my chilled body.

"Full speed ahead," I heard him say, one arm holding me steady while the other handled his phone.

"Has the evidence been sent to the Rossi family? Good. Cut off three more of their trade routes," he growled. "Anyone who hurts my wife like this will pay for it."

I drifted off to the sound of his voice.

…

When I woke up again, it felt as if I were floating in warm water. The aches and exhaustion that had weighed me down for days were gone.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a bedroom decorated just to my taste.

Angelo sat in an armchair by the bed as if he had been watching me for a long while. "You're awake?"

Memories of how disheveled I'd been before I passed out flashed through my mind. Then, I glanced down at my clean self and smiled.

"Thank you," I said.

His eyes brightened up, and he instinctively reached over to touch my forehead. "The fever's gone down."

He h