Chapter Thirteen

Emma

I don't know how long I stayed there. The door only opened when it got dark. But before that a maid brought me a snack.

Boris enters the room and looks at me for a while. He sits in an armchair and continues to look at me.

"What happened? Did you hurt my father?"

"I just gave him a warning. His father isn't dead."

I feel relieved by what he says. The thought of my father getting hurt because of me makes me desperate.

"You asked to call off the wedding."

That wasn't a question. He was affirming what I said.

"I did."

"Do you think there's a way to cancel this?"

"It's worth trying."

Boris looks at me with amusement. But he didn't seem to be laughing. The truth is, he was angry.

"You…" the words die in her mouth.

"What were you going to talk about? You can talk, I don't care. You always go out of your way to really hurt me."

The mobster closes his hand into a fist. He was holding back from saying anything.

"You're mine Emma" her eyes flashed possessively "You don't have to think abo