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Runaway Bride

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Runaway Bride

 

 

Prologue

 

 

Daniele glanced down at the woman who was kneeling before him, her palms pressed against his knees while she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He knew he could not refuse her when she begged him to save her, not this woman who made his heart mysteriously skip a beat. After those months of misery he was convinced that he could no longer open his heart to another woman, but now he was proved wrong. Lena Costos had opened his heart and made him play a dangerous game with not only his life but hers as well. Her platinum band sparkled in the sun, the evidence of his life threatening mistake. He was conflicted between saving her and punishing her, and she knew that.
He placed his hand on top of hers having a platinum band around his finger that matched hers perfectly. He had seen how his brother and his wife looked at their matching rings with awe, but he did not feel the same way. His own ring was the reminder of a rash decision he made and would regret a life time.
He heard her inhale sharply, she probably feared he would push her away yet he couldn’t find the strength to do that. His fingers trailed softly over her skin to her elbow, gripping her tightly in his hand to pull her up to her feet. She struggled at first but then managed to find her balance. She blinked at his sudden roughness, a soft sobbing sound leaving her lips. Her face stained with her dried up tears.

 “Please Daniele… “

Another plea leaving her lips. The only thing she did the past two days was begging him to listen to her, to save her to do something if he ever cared about her. Of course he was torn between his family and this woman, how could he not listen to her pleas when she asked him that question. ‘If you ever cared about me’
They were never officially dating but he spent a lot of time with this woman. She slowly penetrated his heart and now she took advantage of that. Yet another woman messing around with him. Slowly he started to believe his younger brother who was convinced that Daniele Gavino was not meant to have the kind of relationship Luciano and Cassidy had.

He raised his hand, “Don’t.” He warned her in a hushed tone, she knew he was dead serious.

He saw her eyes averting to his platinum band and swallowed painfully. He believed holy in marriage, his own father and mother were together for years. They were the example of the perfect marriage. A husband who respected, cared and loved his wife with all he had – Michaelangelo Gavino was known as a bad man to many but his wife knew the real him.
He had married Lena Costos, now known as Lena Gavino. He had to keep true to his vows. This woman was his wife and he needed to protect her. He would keep faithful to his promise to her, so this once he had to go against his family.

She must have seen the hesitation in his eyes because in an instant she flew in his arms and clenched her hands on his crisp white shirt, “I promise you Daniele I never meant to hurt you nor your family.” His eyes were dull and bored but she kept going, “I had to avenge my parents’ death, I know you can understand that. You’d do the same for your father and mother, don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

He’d already been there, because of his crazy ex-girlfriend his father almost died. They didn’t do anything drastic like wiping out everyone who could have harmed his father. He knew though that in his uncles’ old days they would have done the same thing as Lena. His family was probably the cause of Lena being in this state.

He stared down at her feeling how anxious she became with his intense stare, “We’ve been there. We let the authorities handle it.” He grabbed her chin to make her look at him, “We don’t run around with guns and knives to bring justice to those who harm others.”

“You sure?”

Her question echoed through his mind. Once, his father let Luciano take revenge on the abusing ex-boyfriend of his wife. That was close to running around with a gun, but he was certain that no one knew about that. Uncle Rodolfo knew how to clean things up without leaving a trace. Lena couldn’t know about that meaningless death.

“Do you want to go back and have this conversation with Michaelangelo then?” He asked her and saw her step back with frightened eyes, “I mean you’re sure that my family would understand, so maybe you should make them understand?”

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