Scarred, Shot, Still Standing
My mafia boyfriend, Silas Vale, didn’t recognize me when I dragged myself back to him after being tortured and shot by his rival gang.
He was too busy holding Amy—his childhood sweetheart—in his arms.
“Get this woman away from me,” he snapped at his guard. “Amy’s afraid of blood.”
I’d lost so much blood I genuinely thought I might die that night.
But luckily, a stranger passed by and rushed me to the hospital.
When I finally recovered enough to walk, I went home—only to find Silas there, completely unconcerned about the fact that I had disappeared for almost a week.
And Amy was there too. Her clothes were scattered across the floor.
I didn’t confront Silas or say anything. I just pulled out my phone and called my brother. “You said you are moving to Italy? I’m coming with you.”
If Silas couldn’t cherish me the way he was supposed to… then I’d vanish from his world for good this time.