Rose licked her lips, achingly aware of how Dante followed the movement. Apparently he hadn’t been faking that. She could use this, couldn’t she? She’d be a fool not to. She reached up and hesitantly covered his hand with hers. “Okay. You’ll have your way. I’ll come quietly.”
He stared down at her for a long moment. “We’ll see.” Dante straightened, and she got a momentary view of the stars overhead before he slammed the trunk shut.
“Fuck,” Rose breathed. It took everything she had to stay still as the car started moving slowly, crunching along the gravel. She mapped the area in her head. They took the turn slowly that would bring them back around to the front of the church. She pressed her lips together, not sure if she wanted them to get away without a fight or for someone to question what this strange vehicle was doing.
Except that was the problem. With so many parties in play, there were a lot of strange vehicles around the church right now. No single family would be able to account for all of them, especially nondescript black town cars like this one.
Rose blinked up into the inky blackness of the trunk. “That motherfucker threw me in a trunk.” She could barely process that Dante Verducci had the balls to show up in her presence again, let alone to crash her wedding.
The car took a turn and picked up speed. They were on the highway now, but god knew where they’d end up. She felt around for the trunk release latch, only for her fingers to encounter a jagged piece where it’d been broken off. Next, she prodded the area around the taillights. It had been taped or something, so she wouldn’t be able to pop one out.
He’d planned for this.
Of course, he had. It’s not like he caught her wandering down the street in the city and nabbed her in a crime of opportunity. Dante planned this, and he’d thoroughly blocked off her exits.
He won’t kill me, she repeated to herself. Anything else, she could come back from.
Rose shifted, but her dress was too tight to get comfortable. Damn it, she couldn’t believe this had happened. It wasn’t like kidnapping was exactly unheard of in the life, but most of the time, when someone was snatched, they were either ransomed or never heard from again.
Dante wouldn’t ransom her. The Verducci family wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass to her uncle Kirill if they didn’t have plenty of resources. And if he wanted to make an example of her, killing her right before the wedding was about as big an example as she could come up with. No, he had something else in mind.
I’m going to claim what’s mine.
A shiver of unease went through her. Surely he didn’t mean what it seemed like he meant. Dante Verducci was not going to risk it all for her. He lied. He pretended to be someone he wasn’t. And she… Honestly, she did the same. She’d kept herself toned down for him, catering to the image of the woman she’d been the first night they’d met. Their relationship, fake though it was, had been so fucking normal. Not the kind of love story written in the stars. Certainly not the kind that would turn the head of a dangerous man like Dante Verducci.
Surely not enough to go to war over.
War might be the whole point, though. Maybe it had little to do with her and everything to do with her current position. By snatching her before she could marry Romeo, he’d put the Romanov-Capparelli alliance in danger. Surely they were more likely to go to war with the Verduccis though, weren’t they?
She didn’t know.
Romeo was intelligent and manipulative and proud. How he’d react to this situation could go either way. Fuck. She had to get out of here. If there was a war with the Italians, it wouldn’t matter that she’d stopped a single shoot-out at the church, because the casualties would add up quickly. She should have thought of that in the moment, but all she’d been able to focus on was how nearly every single member of her family was in that church.
Her parents. Her sisters. Her aunts and uncles and cousins. All of them.
There was a way through this. She just needed to think.
Rose settled in as best she could and focused on breathing slowly to calm her racing thoughts. Except, apparently, she calmed herself too much because the next thing she knew, she was jolted awake by the car stopping.
She blinked into the darkness, but there wasn’t any indication of how long she’d been out or where they were now. It would be ideal to be able to spring into motion the moment Dante opened the trunk, but her legs were cramped, and she was pretty sure her back would never be the same again. She’d be lucky if she could walk immediately after standing, let alone fight her way free and run.
Damn it.
She barely had time to tense when the trunk clicked and light streamed in. Dante lifted her out without a word and tossed her over his shoulder. Apparently she wouldn’t even be pretending to fight. She hung there like a sack of potatoes as pins and needles shot through her legs. Ow. Rose bit her bottom lip to keep from making a sound and tried to take in her surroundings.
She’d hoped he’d find somewhere to hole up with her. A penthouse would be ideal, but even a remote cabin would be better than all this asphalt and the distant roar of engines. The second she placed her location, she went cold.
No.
An airport. Specifically, a private hangar without a single person around.
Dante took the short stairway up to the door into the private plane and ducked down just enough to prevent her back from dragging along the top of the entrance. Inside wasn’t overly spacious, but it was plush and extravagant. The Romanovs didn’t have a private plane; they simply chartered one on the rare occasions they needed to travel. Was this owned by the Verduccis, or was it chartered? The former wouldn’t help her, but she might be able to work with the latter.
Dante dropped her onto one of the chairs and casually grasped her throat, pinning her to the back of it. He wasn’t choking her, but the threat was there all the same. He leaned down until their faces were even, his dark eyes cold. “You have a choice, Rosa.”
Hearing her name in Italian on his tongue made her stomach do strange things. She dragged in a breath, trying to focus. What was her best play right now? If she gave in too easily, he’d suspect something was going on, but if she fought him, she risked him tying her up and gagging her for the entire trip to…wherever they were headed. She couldn’t offer the pilot double what they were making with the Verduccis to turn the plane around if she were bound and gagged.
She finally settled for neutral. “I’m listening.”
He studied her expression for a long moment. She still couldn’t get over how different this man was from the one she dated. He was so cold, she honestly expected frostbite from where his palm met the sensitive skin of her throat. As if sensing her thoughts, he gave her throat a squeeze. A clear warning. “You can play nice and enjoy a comfortable plane ride.”
“Or?”
His lips curved the barest amount. “Or I will take you into the back room and tie you to the bed there.”
Fury flared, so strong, she had to close her eyes to keep it contained. “It’s beneath you to threaten that.”
“Threaten what, Rosa? Keeping my woman from harming herself?” Another squeeze. “Or from attempting to bribe the pilot to turn the plane around?”
She opened her eyes before she could control herself. “What?”