Chapter 61 Not dead
Dante POV
She was under my thumb just as much “What’s your idea?” Rex repeated. Her gaze turned to me, like she knew I wouldn’t like the idea before she even announced it. “I could be the hooker.”
I stared at her, dumbfounded even Rex didn’t expect the idea either. “I could be at the right place at the right time, and I could take him to the hotel. I would leave and let you do what you need to do. They’ll never find me again because I’m not really a prostitute. And I’d wear a wig.”
“And he definitely wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to grab her,” Rex said. “She fits his type perfectly.”
I was still staring at Isabella, shocked by the offer she’d just put on the table. Why would she help me? Why would she put herself in danger when she got nothing out of it? “What do you want in return?”
She took a deep breath before she answered. “My family. I do this for you, and you leave them alone.”
Rex sat between us, eyeing us back and forth. He stayed quiet, knowing he had nothing to do with this. “No.” I wasn’t giving up my revenge just to fulfill a different vendetta. “You could use me,” Isabella said. “I could make this work.”
There was no doubt in my mind that she could. If I put her in play, he would be just as obsessed with her as I was. “I’m not putting you in danger like that. I’ll find another way.”
“It’s too risky to have someone else do it,” she said. “You know that.”
“I’m not sparing your family,” I repeated. She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes shifting back and forth as she considered it. “Dante”
“No.” I wouldn’t change my mind. I wouldn’t drop my vendetta, and I wouldn’t put her in danger. That fucker would take one look at her and eye-fuck her to death. He would imagine the ways he would fuck her before he killed her. He would fantasize about leaving her in a dumpster somewhere, not my woman. “Okay…” Isabella said. “Then I’ll do it anyway.”
Rec looked up again and shifted his gaze to my face. “What?” I asked blankly. “I’ll lure him anyway to help you.” She stared at me with those beautiful green eyes, those thick lashes making her feminine and beautiful. “I want you
to kill him, Dante. I know this is important to you. I know you’ll never stop until you get justice for your mother. So let me help you.”
My eyes were wide open as I stared at her, unable to believe she’d offered to put herself in a dangerous situation just to help me. She got nothing out of it, but she wanted to see me succeed. “No I don’t want another man looking
at you. I don’t want him touching you. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
The idea of Isabella ending up in a dumpster like my mother made me sick to my stomach. If someone was going to kill her, it was going to be me no one else. “You aren’t involved in this. End of story.”
I didn't come out of my office until later that night. My stomach was full of scotch and I was at the perfect level of drunkenness, so I wasn’t as angry as I usually was. Isabella made that offer to help me, but I was ticked she’d made the gesture at all. She was mine.
I wasn’t going to let my enemy think, even for a second, that he was going to fuck my woman.
When I walked into the living room, she was sitting on the couch in one of my t-shirts and her panties. This was normal now, a habit to see her in my t-shirts on a regular basis. The shapeless cotton was somehow sexier than the lingerie I got her. Knowing it was my clothes she wanted on her back turned me on.
She must like my smell. She turned her eyes away from the TV and met my gaze. “Still mad at me?”
“I’m always mad at you.” I stood behind the other couch, my hands gripping the back. “Yeah…I picked up on that.”
I gripped the furniture tightly, my knuckles turning white. I wasn’t livid with her for the comment, but livid that I found her so painfully beautiful in my clothes. I should demand her to take it off and never wear it again, but I didn’t. I didn’t because I loved the way it looked on her so fucking perfect. “I’m sorry I offered. I was just trying to help you.”
“And why the fuck would you try to help me?” I hissed. “You saved me just a few nights ago. I don’t consider that ancient history.”
I looked away, not wanting to see the gratitude in her eyes. “I didn’t save you because I care. I saved you because you’re mine. Your pussy is mine, and your life is mine too. So you don’t be grateful.”
“I am anyway. You know one of my biggest fears is to be raped…I fear that more than death.”
I listened to her beautiful voice, the strength mixed with the vulnerability. “I thought you would want to use your prisoner to achieve your goals. If I die in the process, what does it matter to you?”
“Because I want to be the one who kills you, not my enemy.” I turned back to her, seeing the stoic expression on her face. I thought a statement like that would hurt her, but she seemed to be immune to it at this point. “And I
don’t want him looking at you or touching you.”
She sighed quietly. “I agree with Rex. I think this is a bad idea, and you’re going to wind up dead.”
“Wouldn’t that make you happy?”
“No, it wouldn’t,” she said seriously. “I want you to avenge your mother. Then I want to be the one who kills you or my family. I guess we both feel the same way about each other’s deaths…we want them to be done the right
way.”