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My stranger keeps driving until he pulls off onto a smaller road and drives for a few more minutes before pulling over and stopping the car. There’s no one else around. He could do anything to me, yet I’m not afraid.

I look at him and raise my hands in a questioning gesture.

“Why did we stop?”

I nod.

“Because I told you, Pia. You’re going to be my wife. We’re getting married.” He points toward something. I turn and look.

It’s a little white church at the end of the road.

CHAPTER4

Dario

Pia looks at me, then at the church, then back at me again. She gives me a look that says, “You can’t be serious.” But I amveryserious.

“We’re getting married,” I tell her. “Right here, right now.”

She shakes her head and motions with her hands. I can’t make out what she’s trying to say.

“Can you not speak, or do you choose not to speak?”

She huffs. Again, she signs with her hands. And again, I don’t understand what she’s trying to tell me.

“Ok. Yes or no. Do you choose not to speak?”

She shakes her head no.

“So, you can’t speak?”

Pia hesitates before shrugging. What the hell does that mean? It’s like playing charades with her. I’ve only heard the rumors of the beautiful daughter Tommaso kept locked away. I never heard any mention of her being mute. It’s fine, but it makes this situation a whole fuck-ton tougher than expected. How am I supposed to communicate with her if I can’t understand what she’s trying to say?

She looks around the car, her hands fluttering around her. I watch her as she opens the dashboard and digs around. It dawns on me what she’s searching for.

“I don’t have any pen and paper with me.”

Pia sits back and huffs again. At least she’s pretty easy to read. For someone who’s been hidden away all her life, she’s bad at hiding her emotions, which is good for me. I want to understand her. She’ll be my wife.

I want to fuck over Tommaso and gain more power while also having a stunning bride at my side.

“But I do have this.” I pull out my phone and open an app she can type into. I hold it out for her.

She just stares at it.

“You can type with it. Tell me what you’re trying to say.”

Pia meets my eyes, and it’s fucking electric. Her eyes are almost as dark as mine, just rounder and bigger, giving her the look of a princess. She really is something to look at with her perfect features. I could get used to staring at her all day. That is, if she lets me. Even though she can’t speak, I have a feeling Pia won't have an issue telling me exactly what she’s feeling.

I keep the phone held out. Pia slowly reaches for it, and when she does, her fingers brush against mine. It takes everything in me not to reach over, grab her, and kiss her. I’m high-wired from tonight. Surviving a shootout will do that to you. All I want to do is claim her as mine. Show her what it’s like to be fucked by a man. I have no doubt she’s a virgin, being locked away her entire life. And unless her father tried something with her, she’ll only know my touch. I want to keep it that way.

Pia gasps when our fingers touch and drops the phone on the console. Then she blushes and scrambles to pick it up, shaking her head.

“No worries. It’s sturdy.”

She only looks at me. Ok, so maybe reading her won't always be easy.

“Type. Tell me what you’re thinking. I want to know.”