With This Ring (To Have And To Hold Duet #1) - Natasha Knight Page 0,26

momentary softening in his. But then it’s gone and he’s all hard edges again. A high wall erected with bricks of hate laid one on top of another.

“You’ll apologize to me tonight. First thing. You will get on your knees and you will apologize for what you accused me of. Am I clear?”

“Or you’ll make my brother pay? That’s what they did too, and it worked. Kept me in line. It’s what you’re going to do too, isn’t it? You’re just like them.”

His hand is around my throat in an instant. Instinct kicks in and I claw at his forearm. He’s too strong though and if he squeezes any harder, I’m dead.

“No, Little Kitten. I’m nothing like them,” he says through his teeth, eyes dark with rage. “And I’ll make you pay.”

9

Cristiano

She’s ruffled me. Gotten under my skin.

I’m distracted when I walk out of the room. I fist my hand, relax it. I swear I can still feel the pulse at her throat in my fist. I need to be careful. I need to check my rage. I may need her yet.

And I don’t want to hurt her.

“Cristiano,” Alec calls out. He has to do it a second time before I stop and turn. I didn’t even see him outside the door. “Everything okay?”

“Fine. Stay with her. She can spend five minutes with her brother after she eats. Then I want her in that room unless she’s in the kitchen with Lenore. She’s not to go outside and you’re not to leave her side, understand?”

He appears momentarily confused and I realize how intense I sound but he schools his features and nods.

“Good.” I look at my bedroom door behind which is my infuriating captive. I give a shake of my head to clear the assault of her words. I’m walking down the stairs but before I’ve even reached the bottom, I smell it. Burnt sugar.

I inhale deeply and when I look at my mother’s portrait, I see it. A flash of memory. Us in the kitchen. All of us. Her four boys. Elizabeth wasn’t born yet. My brave little men, she’d call us when we were young. We were always her brave little men.

And for a moment, for an instant, I hear her say those words in her soft voice. I swear I fucking hear it.

“Cristiano?”

I blink and it’s gone. Gone like it never even happened.

“Are you all right?” Lenore is rushing to me and I realize how I must look.

I straighten, scrub my face, glance up at mom.

My brave little men.

Lenore is calling for Alec to hurry down. He’s the only one she trusts, too.

“I’m fine. It’s fine.” I take a steadying breath. “Is it ready?” I ask eagerly.

She appears confused but then her face breaks into a warm smile. “No, not yet. It’ll take another half hour to bake and it needs to cool. You can’t have it for breakfast until tomorrow. Do you remember how your mother would let you boys eat dessert for breakfast?”

“Yeah,” I say, wanting to remember. Wishing that if I say that I do, maybe I will. “I remember.”

Her smile falters a little and I wonder again if she hears the lie. If she knows I can’t remember, not the events themselves. And not my family.

“It’s all right, dear. It’s very painful, I know.”

I clear my throat, steel myself. “The girl.” My voice comes out hoarse. “Feed her, make sure she eats every meal. I’ll be back late. Only when she eats does her brother eat.”

“She’s very young and the boy even younger.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I snap, and the look on her face makes me pause. I take another deep breath in, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. “They’re part of the De La Cruz Cartel. Blood of those who killed my family. Our family.” Because Lenore is as close to family as one can be.

“I know. I know who they are. But they were children, Cristiano.”

“Like Luca and Gianni were children. Like Elizabeth and Mara.”

She steps back and looks down for a moment. “Come have breakfast.”

“I’m late to meet Charlie.”

“Better Charlie than David,” she says with an edge to her tone.

“What is it? Why don’t you like him? What is it with you two?”

“It’s not that I don’t like your uncle, of course. I just worry because you’re different when you get back after time with him.”

“Hm.” I check my watch. “I have to go.” I think of something then. “Do one more thing for