Vito's POV
I could practically hear her heart hammering from here, could sense the way her breath caught in her throat as the full scope of her situation crashed down on her.
How absolutely delicious.
I leaned back in my wheelchair, savoring the moment. Twenty minutes of listening to this woman describe me as a violent, unhinged monster, and now I discover she's my intended bride. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor.
Here was Isabella Cohen—the woman my grandfather had chosen to bear my children, to carry on the Romano bloodline—and she'd just spent the better part of an hour explaining to a stranger why marrying me would be a death sentence.
What a charming way to meet one's future wife.
Emily was looking between us with growing concern, her protective instincts cl
