Chapter 76 Why?
Isabella POV
Why did I do it?
I don’t have an answer, I could have let him be executed. It would have fixed my problem without getting my hands dirty. I wouldn’t be responsible for his death, and once the fucker
and his men left, all I had to do was walk out and be free, is freedom not what I wanted?
I would have saved myself and saved my family but when I watched them put Dante on his knees and bind his wrists, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t let this be the end of him. It wasn’t fair. He was only trying to avenge his late mother, and he shouldn’t die for protecting his family. I made my decision without looking back. I found the shotgun in his office and ran back down the hallway. I’d never handled a shotgun before, only handguns. But I aimed true and hit my mark every time, making their bodies fall to the floor. I took them all out before they even understood what was going on. The only reason I didn’t shoot the fucker was because I shouldn’t be the one to
kill him. It had to be Dante himself. I stepped aside and let him have his revenge. I let him get his closure, let him have the peace he’d been searching for and then I let him have me.
He took me to his bed and fucked me all night. He stayed on top of me, giving me all of his big cock as his body got hot and sweaty. Every time he finished, he was ready to go again in a few minutes and we kept going. We didn’t exchange a single word, he didn’t ask for an explanation, and I didn’t give one. We communicated with our bodies, screwing each other’s brains out. My pussy overflowed with come because he’d never give me so much before. Every inch of my skin had been kissed by his lips, and by the time we finally went to sleep, my pussy was sore and he held me in his arms as we slept.
When I woke up the following morning, he was gone, the bed was empty and cold because he’d been gone for hours. I sat up and searched for him around the room even though I knew he wasn’t there. I got out of bed, pulled on a new pair of panties, and grabbed one of his t-shirts. It was way too big for my frame, but it was the most comfortable piece of
clothing I’d ever worn necause it was his.
After putting on a pair of jeans, I stepped into the hallway and saw him talking with Rex in front of the elevator. They were speaking quietly to each other, so I couldn’t catch what they were saying. The ground was clean of
blood, and the bodies were gone. They shook hands before Rex disappeared into the elevator. He stood there even after his friend was gone, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the doors to the elevator. He obviously didn’t expect his friend to return, but his brain was full of endless thoughts. I emerged from the hallway, stepping out exactly the way I did last night when I killed all those men. He turned to me, dressed in his black sweatpants without a shirt. Ink covered his skin everywhere, the black color weaving endless stories across his muscled physique. He watched me with a stoic expression, hiding his thoughts from me as best he could. I knew everything was different now, I crossed a line I couldn’t uncross, and now we had to discuss what that meant.
Dante had to end the blood war against my family. He owed me and he knew it. He dropped his arms then approached me, his broad shoulders powerful and the look in his eyes gentle. His hands moved to my waist, and he kissed me, a soft kiss that was just lips. He pulled me tighter into him, and my tits pressed against his body. Whenever I was with this man, everything about my life faded away. All I
knew was I wanted more of him, more of this feeling he gave me. He made me feel safe, and if he were ever in danger, I wouldn’t think twice before helping him. I needed him to be alive. I needed him to be safe. I shouldn’t care whether he lived or died, but I cared from the bottom of my heart. “You got rid of them?” My arms circled his waist, and I rested my face against
his chest. “Yes.”
“How?”
“Rex helped me dispose of them. We dropped them in the lake.”
“You’ve been awake for a long time, then.”
“I never really went to sleep.” His hand moved under the fall of my hair, and he rested his chin on my forehead. “Do we have to worry about the rest of his men?”
“Unlikely. All they’ll care about is who will replace him, not who will avenge him. Besides, they’ll be afraid of me now.”
“Do you feel better now that he’s gone?”
He stepped back so he could look into my face. “I do.” He rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. “Because of you.”
We sat across each other at the kitchen table, our plates empty becausebwe’d finished our dinner. He didn’t eat much and spent most of his time drinking his scotch. I sipped my wine, not in the mood for a big dinner either. He stared at me across the table, his fingers resting on the rim of his glass. Sometimes he spun his fingers around the edge, his callused tips rubbing across the surface. He’d already had two glasses, so now he seemed to be pacing himself by purposely slowing down I stared at the beautiful man across from me, knowing he deliberately wasn’t speaking. We both knew I could have turned my cheek and let him be executed in his entryway. I could have hidden away and waited until his murder was finished. If I hadn’t picked up that shotgun, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now and that meant the relationship had changed but how much did it change?
Bones drank the rest of his glass before he set it down. He licked his lips then rested his forearms on the table, the corded veins protruding from his tight skin. His muscles were thick and veined, and he was a beefy man who seemed too heavy to sit in his chair. “You could have let me die.” He finally started the conversation, got the ball rolling. “I know.”
“You could have hidden until they left.”
“I know”
“But you didn’t. And I don’t understand why.” He didn’t look down once, holding my gaze with his ice-blue expression. He showed his affection all night and morning, but now we couldn’t pretend there hadn’t been a major
shift underneath our feet, like an earthquake had struck, the ground was cracked and broken, and now the foundation had been completely destroyed. What was left?
“Why?” he repeated.