My body shivers for a violent moment. I pretend to completely ignore the way he holds me closer, his solid chest and thickarms warming me up. As he carries me out of the freezer and into what is apparently his kitchen, I feel the frost melt from mylashes and mingle with my earlier tears.
“For the hundredth time,” he grumbles, “I’m not going to kill you. And even if I were, why would I put you in my freezer? Sofucking dramatic.”
“B-but… mafia…” Stupid lips still won’t move.
He snorts. He actually snorts. The asshole. “Right. I forgot. My apologies. I’ll be careful to meet your expectations next time.”
Again, I have no idea where we’re going. I’m too weak, too cold, too out of it to fight him or even ask him what his plans arewith me. For all I know, he could pour me into some cement sho
