Chapter Twenty-Four

Emma

I hold my face and take steps back. I blink slowly as I feel tears fall from my eyes.

Boris takes a deep breath and holds my arm. "You made me do it, Emma. Why did you have to say so many meaningless things?"

I was angry, hurt, it wasn't fair that he was the one feeling insulted here.

"Why did you do that to me? I am not to blame for any of this. I didn't ask for this marriage, or anything involving the mob business. I just wanted to be a normal teenager."

"I'm sorry, Emma. I'll never do that again, I promise you."

"I don't believe anything that comes out of your mouth," I yell at him, feeling even angrier.

The mobster holds my arms and makes me sit on the bed. Boris stands in front of me, looking down on me. "You need to stay calm, or I will lose my temper."

He likes to feel that way, on top of me. Boris likes to feel powerful, that's the truth.

You have to be very innocent not to have noticed his lies. But now I won't believe anything else.

"And then what? Are you going to hit