A Vow So Soulless: A Dark Mafia Romance (Titans and Tyrants Book 2) by Vero Heath

Author:Vero Heath [Heath, Vero]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peace Weaver Press Inc.
Published: 2024-03-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Elio

Much as I try to ignore it, I feel worse and worse as the day goes on. I think I’m going into Deirdre withdrawal. It makes me feel like my whole fucking body is shutting down.

I use voice-to-text to send Enzo a text message.

“Bring Deirdre home now,” I tell him. “I want to see my fiancée.”

My voice sounds raspy and dry. My head throbs with every word.

Not long after that, Enzo’s reply lights up my phone.

“We’re at the vehicle and heading your way.”

Feels like fucking forever before I see the car show up on the security cameras. I follow Enzo and Deirdre on my phone’s screen until they’re mounting the stairs together. Enzo doesn’t go any further, but Deirdre does.

The door opens, and in she walks.

I swear the whole room gets brighter with her in it. She looks just as cute as this morning, maybe even more-so, because a few curly wisps of hair have escaped from her braid.

“How was school?” I ask, making an effort to sit up straighter. I’ve kind of slouched down in the bed as the day’s gone on.

“Fine. I guess. I couldn’t focus.”

I smirk.

“Too much texting?”

She shoots me a harried look as she sets down the school bag I bought for her.

“Technically you sent more text messages than I did,” she replies sourly. “And you didn’t need to tell Enzo to take away my phone, by the way. I don’t even usually text in class.”

“You did today. You messaged me first.”

“Yeah, because I needed to make sure you hadn’t passed out or something without me here to watch you.”

It’s adorable the way she tries to mask her concern behind irritation. She looks pissed, but even now she can’t stop her feet from carrying her towards my bedside. There’s a little worried divot between her ginger eyebrows that I want to poke. I would do it, too, if lifting my arm didn’t feel like such a pain in the ass right now.

“How are you feeling?” she asks quietly. “You look flushed.”

“Probably because my fiancée just walked in.”

Her mouth twists.

“Could you be serious for two minutes? Also, I’m not sure how comfortable I feel about you calling me that. I haven’t exactly-”

Her words go silent when her eyes settle on my bedside table.

She sees the ring box. I left it open specifically for this moment, the single solitaire diamond luminescent on its wings of platinum.

She stares and stares. And doesn’t say a thing.

Nerves prickle along my spine. It’s the perfect ring for her. I’m sure of it.

I… think.

Fuck.

I am going to tear Bruno a new one I swear to fucking God.

“If you don’t like it,” I say without emotion, “we’ll exchange it.”

She didn’t get to pick her groom. I guess I can at least let her pick her ring.

She startles, like I’ve woken her from a dream.

“Oh, no. It’s not that,” she whispers quickly. “I definitely don’t dislike it.”

Satisfaction spreads through me, hot and venomous.

“Try it on.”

“Oh, Elio…” She shakes her head. She’s shutting down. Trying to put distance between us.

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